Here is my try on a Remus/OC fanfiction and onesided- Severus/OC with many others.

^^ please review and tell me what you all think so far about it. Is it worth to keep on writing or not?

I do not own Harry Potter.

I just own Martina Brightmore, some original characters and the plot.

Martina Bightmore and the rest of the Brightmore family are originally from America so they don't really have British accents much seeing Martina spend 11 years in America and only 6 years in London. Their accents are mixed XD

Chapter One: Caught

An angry howl raged throughout the forest as she tried to unglued her feet to escape. The hair on her neck was sticking up in fright. Oh why had she followed her brother's advice on the fastest route to The Dark Lord? There was a reason why Dumbledore forbid any students to go within the forest.

Her eyes glanced up at the night sky, watching as dark grey clouds clouded the full moon. Fear, held her down, she couldn't move. Martina held her wand tighter in the palm of her hand wishing she would have tried harder to learn how to apparate earlier this year with her peers.

"Damn." She hissed under her breath noticing two bright yellow eyes watching her curiously. Another howl escaped its lips as the werewolf howled up to the full moon. Martina could feel her entire body shiver once more and once again her legs refuse to budged in panic she has no more time she pointed the tip of her wand at her leg, realizing that her hexes would most likely bounce off the wolf.

"Diffindo." Martina hissed in pain.

Red. Blood...but she can feel her legs now. The wolf nose wrinkled smelling the blood that laced the air and she knew she only have a short time to escape. Escape back within Hogwarts bound away from the werewolf and with that thought Martina found herself running away fastest as her two legs could bring her. The Dark Mark on her arm burning harshly on her skin.

She was hurt...she was scared and she's keeping the Dark Lord waiting.

Branches snapped behind her and she knew the werewolf was closing in, how stupid of her to think she could out run the creäture specially while injured? She could only think so far ahead.

Hogwarts was within her sight. Just a little more, but then she felt its claws slashed against her back tearing though her skin.

Martina let out a bloody scream before tripping and in a last desperate attempt to save herself she pointed her wand at the tree behind her-

A hex left her bloody lips,

the tree exploded falling down towards the werewolf. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was desperate but lying down on the ground bleeding to death made her think of not to smart things, but somewhat clever. She wasn't hoping for the tree to stop the werewolf, she was hoping that someone heard her.

The werewolf snarled loudly, darkness was crawling its way into Martina's head and not before long she found herself falling into a deep abyss, but not without seeing a stag tacking the werewolf away from her.

'Fuck you Voldemort'

Martina Brightmore was just a normal pure-blood american witch, from one of the oldest families in America. Her parents are huge supporters for blood purity in which they always took sides with the Dark Lord which was one of the reasons for moving to London to be closer to the cause and so her parents forced their ideals down her throat and with the fact that she must serve the Dark Lord when the time comes.

Martina was sorted into Slytherin, the crazy hat actually hat stall between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

She often felt very stressed when she was questioned by her mother on why she couldn't be more like her brother Eric Brightmore. Her brother was the strongest of the two of them. He was cold and cunning and he very much care for blood purity. He was always there watching her, testing her and reported back to her parents on what he found against her like the time when she brought home a muggle book by Shakespeare called Romeo and Juliet. Her parents wasn't really proud.

Brightmore doesn't by any means use muggle punishment like being grounded or spanked, which made Martina being extra careful. Her parents were huge fans of the forbidden curses. Martina had made the misfortune of being the center of the Cruciatus Curse for about three minutes when she brought her friend over to play...a friend who didn't share their ideals. Who refused to take one step in the manor and who opened his mouth and disrespect the infamous house of Brightmore.

In her fifth year Martina was branded. She was to serve the cause and honor the Brightmore family name.

The Brightmore family was very well-respected after the House of Black and the House of Nott.

Martina didn't really approve of her family ideals. She couldn't really say the word 'Mudblood' without feeling a once of guilt which was strange for a person of her position. What she to do, she couldn't deny Voldemort. He would kill her without any hesitation Her family would disown her within a second just like the Blacks disowned their own son.

Martina has nothing.

No friends or anyone to look up to. She only have her family,

and so when her brother told her the fastest route to Voldemort HQ's though the Forbidden Forest then apparate Martina found herself in a horrible situation injured facing a raging werewolf.

Oh god wasn't on her side at all.

How the hell is a werewolf so close to Hogwarts to start with?

Martina felt someone picking her up. The wolf was gone and the moon was setting down revealing to be around 2'am in the morning. She was coming back/

"Bloody Slytherin." James Potters hissed in discomfort,

"What the bloody hell is she doing out here?"

Martina groaned.

Just fucking great.

The Marauders the least people she doesn't want to see.

James snugged his shoulders,

"Maybe meeting her fellow Death Eaters," James splatted-

"Why don't we leave her here?" A meek voice muttered, must have been Peter. Martina always hated the little rat for some reason she couldn't place and she almost hissed in pain. Oh how right Potter was.

To weak to stay awake once more she fell into a rough sleep.

She woke up with a headache and to white hospital sheets. Her back and as well as her stomach was wrapped in bandages. The new long sleeve shirt she wore hung loosely on her as she sit up on the bed taking in her surroundings. Hospital Wing.

Martina sighed feeling that the mark on her arm didn't burn anymore and she was feeling very dread at the fact that she couldn't feel it.

She hissed in pain drawing the boy with light brown hair and cold blue eyes beside her attention.

"The Dark Lord isn't pleased sister." He stressed the word pleased coldly, he folded his arms across his chest.

"Thanks for asking me how I am." Martina bit back...hiding away the fear once she meet the Dark Lord. It would be most likely she will be punished by the torture curse.

Eric saw her shiver and he smirked.

"Well dear sister, once you healed the Dark Lord would like to see you." He smirked before leaving the Hospital Wing happy at his sister's discomfort.

Once Eric left Martina couldn't help to notice a young Gryffindor boy on the bed next to her laying down sleeping. She felt something drawn her to the boy, the boy she recalled named as Remus Lupin one of the blasted Marauders laid asleep on the bed covered in scars. His hair was a mess and he looked very peaked. His skin was pale and he was alittle taller than her which surprised her. He looked worn out and in pain.

Martina felt her heart tugged in pity, out of the four Marauders she liked Remus the most. He was quiet. He didn't really take part of the pranks.

Martina limped out of the bed aware that Madame Pomfrey could reappear any second. Her finger traced Remus forehead softly and he flinched under her touch. She wasn't sure how long she been there staring and brushing the hair out of his eyes, because at this moment his eyes popped opened staring at her.

That was the first time Martina found herself blushing before diving back under her covers of the bed in embarrassment. He caught her.