Summary: The Marauders are in for rude awakenings come their third year. It seems that Remus Lupin is no longer the only local werewolf… Welcome to Hogwarts, Ella Delacour. RLxOCxSB

Prologue

"But Madam Millais," Ella begged desperately, for once not even caring about her pride. After all, they wanted her to- "You can't possibly be expelling me! This isn't my fault at all!"

"Calm down, Ella… I'm perfectly aware you have no control over your new… condition." Madam Millais, with her thick, flowing accent, was barely managing to hide her discomfort and distaste. Not that Ella blamed her. Now that she was a- a-…. (She couldn't even bring herself to think the word.) Now that she was what she was, this sort of reaction was going to be common.

"And we're not expelling you. Headmaster Dumbledore has heard of your little predicament. He graciously offered you a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Apparently, they already have a student with your same condition, so the cautionary arrangements are already in place." Clearing her throat nervously, she avoided eye contact with her once favorite pupil.

"Besides, Ella, all of the students at Beauxbatons are aware of your condition. I believe it would be more advisable for you to- how do those Americans say? - have a fresh start!"

In other words, Ella thought bitterly, you don't want me here and neither do my peers. That's not too surprising. After what happened this summer, I'm not so sure that a 'fresh start' is such a rotten idea…

"Okay," she blurted out, "I'll go. If this Dumbly-dor has no problem with me, I'll go."

Madam Millais looked visibly relieved that Ella wasn't going to put up a fight, or worse, throw a temper tantrum. "Good! Splendid! I'm sure you'll have a marvelous time at Hogwarts. You should get going now; I believe that the train boards in two days time. I've left all the information with your mother, including the letter with the necessary supplies listed."

And with that, Madam Millais bustled away, heading straight towards to fireplace. Ella stood still, feeling shocked. No goodbyes, no hugs, no nothing.

She mentally chastised herself as she watched her Headmistress of 3 years floo back to Beauxbatons. After what she became, she was surprised the woman could stand to be in the same room as her, let alone speak to her.

Forcing down the foul taste in her mouth, she made herself admit what she was out loud. Acceptance is the first step to recovery, right?

Ella inhaled a shaky breath, and attempted a clear, loud voice that came out as a mere whisper… "Of course she wouldn't want to look me in the eye, now t-that I'm a… werewolf."

But, cackled a nasty little voice in her head, there is no recovery, is there?

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This is just the Prologue. The real fun is to come soon. Just to let you know, I'm not sure what the pairing is going to be. Right now it's a triangle: Sirius x OC x Remus. I have no inclination over the other, so tell me what you want. That's the good thing about my story; I've got no path set in stone, so I'll go with what the readers want.