A/N: New, fixed version!

Look, I didn't ask to be a werewolf. But I did ask to go to Hogwarts instead of Salem, so I guess there's that. I'm Alice Joy, AJ to you, and this is my story.

I walked toward the Hogwarts Express, watching kids say goodbye to their parents. Those lucky ducks. They still had someone to say goodbye to. My mother was killed by the monster that ravaged my arm and made me a monster. My siblings were stuck in America, and my dad? That's a long story. Like, thousands of years long.

I slipped past the crowd and onto the train, looking for a compartment to sit in. These British wizards with their fancy transportation. Back in America, almost all the parents either drove their kid, apparated them, or Flooed them to school. In America, they also didn't call chips crisps. That was just confusing.

While I was thinking, I had run into some boy, about my age. He was mousy, pale, had shabby robes on, and was overall sad-looking. I mumbled a "sorry" and kept looking for a spot to sit.

I stuck my head into a compartment with three boys in it and said "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full and I don't want to sit with the girly girls over there."

"Sure. Hey, you look a little old to be a first year. How come we don't know you?" The kid who said that had REALLY messy black hair, glasses and brown eyes. He looked like the leader of the group. I shall call him Thing 1.

"Should you know me?" I asked.

This time, the one I dubbed Thing 2, a kid that also had black hair, spoke up. "Yeah, was know all the girls in our year. Especially the girls," he said with an exaggerated wink. I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, get over yourself. Anyway what are your names? I can't exactly keep thinking of you as Things One, Two, and Three."

Thing 3 said something for the first time. "I'm Peter Pettigrew, that's Sirius Black, and James Potter," he stated, pointing at Things 2 and 1 in turn. "But there's also Remus Lupin, another friend of ours."

I almost laughed at that name. Actually, I did laugh, but it was more of a snort. "Remus Lupin? You do realize that lupin translates almost directly to wolves, and Remus was one of the Roman heroes to be raised by Lupa the Wolf and goddess of wolves. I mean, that's a dead gi-" I stopped. These three might not know about his little "furry little problem", as I liked to call our shared condition. You see, I had gotten a letter before the school year started. It said:

Dear Miss Alice Joy Stoll,

I am pleased to inform you that there is another student with lycanthropy at our school. His name is Remus Lupin, and he is in fourth year. You will join him in the Shrieking Shack upon the full moon.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I didn't want to let out any secrets that weren't mine to tell. "Sorry, I tend to ramble. I'm Alice Joy Stoll, AJ to everyone who doesn't want to be gutted. I transferred here from Salem Academy of Witchcraft in America. Nice to meet you." They exchanged a look that clearly said "not yet." I wonder why? Maybe Remus had also gotten a letter? My thoughts were interrupted by a boy walking into the train car. It was the boy I had knocked down before. I got a closer look and realized that his face was scarred.

"I'm Remus Lupin, and you are?" He stuck out his hand to shake.

"Alice Joy Stoll, but everyone calls me AJ. Pleased to meet you." Unfortunately, he had stuck out his right hand, and my entire right arm was ravaged by the attack that turned me into a werewolf. So I held up my mangled arm and said "Sorry to disappoint, but I can't shake hands. Though, that is made up for by the fact that I don't have to do essays for a little while, until they find a way around it. You know, because I can't write..."

"You lucky little girl! I got detention for not writing an essay when I was petrified for a week! The teachers obviously favor girls." That was James.

"I may be a girl, but I can still kick your butt!"

"Why'd you transfer, anyway?" Peter inquired, changing the subject before it got messy. Probably a good idea, considering my temper.

"I didn't. They didn't quite kick me out, but they practically begged me not to come this year."

"Why? What did you do?" Sirius asked.

"It might have been setting off Everlasting Dungbombs in the principal, sorry, Headmaster's, office, or maybe blowing up the third-floor girl's bathroom. It also could have been inviting the menagerie to the Winter Formal last year. You never know."

All four of them grinned. Sirius spoke for all of them, saying, "You, ma'am, just gave us some ideas. Care to help us carry them out?"