The star locket

Prologue: Another locket found...

A/N: So this is my first story, I'm planning on making it very long once I've really firgured out some more things about the will be set in different eras, there will be some in the Marauders' Era, some will be Post-Hogwarts and some will be about the next generation or, well, the time they live will be different pairings, but I can't say too much right now. It will be a little AU, but I hope I'll manage to make it as realistic as possible since I've been planning this for a long time. I'm still trying to improve my writing skills and I'm sorry if there will be any spelling or grammatical errors, I'm trying not to do it.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, and that's a good thing because if I were her, the books wouldn't be what they are. Brilliant.

1998

Hermione Granger would never have thought that she would be the one looking through her former professor's possesions after his death. It still was not a very usual situation, but she was happy to help Harry in any possible way as they had to get over so much loss these days.

Remus Lupin, their former DADA teacher, a member of the Order of the Phoenix and, after all, Harry's father's and his godfather's last friend, had died at the Final Battle a week ago along with his wife Nymphadora Tonks, leaving their practically newborn son Teddy with his grandmother Andromeda.

Remus had left everything he had to Teddy,but until he would become of age, Harry, as Teddy's godfather, should keep them. But he had to look through all of the things first, and as Harry didn't feel he could do that right now, Hermione had agreed to look at the things, see if there was anything that belonged to Harry's parents or had something to do them, if there were things that belonged to Tonks and would be given to Andromeda, and where the things could be stored.

It was no real hard job since Lupin hadn't had much, but Hermione still felt as if she would somehow go into the life of her former professor, which was a rather strange feeling. It didn't help that she once had had a crush on her werewolf professor in third year, but it had passed shortly after he had left Hogwarts and she had begun to fall in love with one Ron Weasley.

She grinned to herself. Ron.

The two of them had shared a kiss one week ago, or, more specifically, she had thrown herself at him after he had been her hero in the Chamber of Secrets, but he hadn't seemed to protest.

Now they still needed to figure out their relationship, but she knew she had loved him for a long time now and that there wouldn't stand anything between them now. She sighed. She really needed to get back to work.

She stood in her and Ginny's former room at Grimmauld Place, which had, shortly after the Battle the week before, been checked by Kingsley Shacklebolt and the few remaining Aurors who could be trusted and who weren't busy chasing after the Death Eaters who had survived.

Luckily, the one Death Eater who had still been at Grimmauld Place was easily defeated and the house itself hadn't been changed very much. Hermione had looked it through too, and she hadn't found anything that hadn't been there when they had left.

Surely they had tried to take some of the darker, more expensive (and, for that matter: illegal) things, but Kreacher had done a very good job defensing the place he loved.

Hermione had started reading a book from the Black library on Useful Spells for Pureblood Women, and she had been really lost in it when she had found a spell to pass an unborn baby to a muggle who had slept with a man so their child would have the same or a very similar DNA.

She had wondered if the woman in the portrait which called her a 'filthy little mudblood who shouldn't dare stepping inside the noble house of Black with her worthless muggle feet' had ever had the need to use this spell, as she had figured out that the Pureblood wives who used this kind of magic must have been impregnated by Muggleborns or Muggles and they didn't want a Halfblood child.

As Hermione looked through the things that had been transported there because Harry wanted to keep them there since it was his building ever since the death of his godfather Sirius two years ago, she started looking through the things that had still been in Remus' suitcase from his time as a professor, which had been four years ago, she found many books about Defense Against The Dark Arts, but also a muggle book about teaching and a few books about werewolves, which were, as Hermione noticed, the same ones she had read in the library in her third year after she had found out about him.

As she went on, she found other things, letters from Dumbledore, who had wanted him as a teacher, notes from Snape who had informed him that the Wolfsbane potion was ready, and also older ones: from Harry's parents (she made a mental note to give them to him later), from Sirius, even from Peter Pettigrew (she snorted at his letters saying how much he was afraid of the deaths of good friends of them) and from Lupin's parents, who must have died around the time James and Lily did.

After reading some of the letters to decide what to do with them, she found an old looking, little package, she thought it may have been from the early 80's. She thought about it and decided to open it, because she had a feeling it might be important to someone.

Inside the package was a silver locket on a delicate silver chain. It wasn't old and dusty like the package it had been in, it seemed new and clean,it simply shone, although the things from the suitcase had been from 1994 and she was pretty sure it hadn't been opened again since then.

The little locket was a bright silver and had a beautiful star made of sparkling little stones in front of it. She didn't know why, but she felt the sudden need to open it; there was some kind of magic about it, it was as if there was a little voice in her head that told her to open it, as if it called her.

She hesitated; she knew how bad things with lockets involved could end.

But she had the feeling that it could be important, and she didn't think it really belonged to anyone and that it hadn't meant much to Remus, it seemed as if he hadn't touched it for years, so she took it.

She was right about some things, he hadn't touched it for years, and it hadn't meant anything to Remus; he hadn't even known how he had gotten it. But now that she kept it, it would mean quite a lot.

A/N: I hope you'll continue reading this, the next chapters will be part 1 of the story and they will be set in 2017 (just to warn you), so it will be different than this, but I needed a beginning. I hope you enjoyed this!