Chapter One- Constant Worry

Remus and Tonks never died in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, no, they lived. They had Teddy, and one other child a few years later. Her name was Persephone Denae Lupin. While Teddy was like his mother, Persephone, on the other hand, was like her father. She was a werewolf, and Remus was terrified, and disappeared for a long time. Persephone was two years old when he returned. She had dark curly hair, lightly tanned skin, and dark brown eyes. He couldn't stand knowing that his daughter would be like him, where lycanthropy was so looked down upon. He couldn't stand the thought of her being made fun of when she finally reached the age where she would go to school. Tonks understood why Remus was so upset, but she consoled him into staying, watching her, helping her through what she would be.

He hated to admit it, even to himself, but with Teddy so like his mother, he felt a sliver of happiness that Persephone was like him. As she grew, everytime he looked at her he felt a pang of grief, but he surpressed it. When she was ten years old, and the next year she would attending Hogwarts, he told her about what she would be, what would happen, and that he would help her through it, that there wouldn't be a moment where she would be left alone.

"Daddy," Persephone began one night as Remus walked her up to her room.

"Yes?" He said wearily, many thoughts still plaugeing his mind.

"Is it going to hurt? I'll have to leave school won't I, on the those days? And I can't tell anyone?"

Remus grimaced. "It will hurt a little bit, but... just- just don't think about it right now." He said, watching quietly as she pulled her blanket around her.

"'Night," She whispered. He left the door open halfway.

"Goodnight sweet-heart."

Remus walked down the hallway, and sat down into a chair in the kitchen. He put his hands over his face and shook his head. If only he wasn't what he was now, Persephone would live a better life, not as a witch and a werewolf, but just a regular witch. He looked up when he heard a soft thud, and watched as an owl perched itself onto the windowsill. He looked down at the envelope, and tore it open.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

Because we cannot get another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I would like it very much if you would teach again. You were an excellent teacher before and it is also in my knowledge that you will have your daughter attending this year, and she might like her father being there. Just write back your reply please, thank you.

Sincerely,

Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall

Remus sighed, but smiled. He had enjoyed teaching Harry when he had been teaching at Hogwarts many years ago, and now he would be able to teach his daughter, and be close enough to where he could help her easier. Should he teach again though?

Yes, I guess I will teach again. It would probably be best. But, I would like to tell you now, Minerva, that Persephone is juse like me, you see, and will need to be taken care of and watched when that time comes around. It will be very hard for her to adjust and try to keep it secret as I did when I was in school, but I'm not quite sure how she will deal with it. Thank you very much for the offer and I do accept.

Truly,

Remus Lupin