Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. Just my made up, Lola Lupin, whose family I do not own.
Author's Note: This is instead of "Survival" which I will not finish. I bit off more than I could chew, so instead, with a slightly different story line, I'm going to write a story of each character. It should be noted that the Potters have no special powers, because Lily did not die for Harry out of love; she won, and so the spell did not affect him. I changed some names, such as Lola's, and made her mother a pureblood, Florence Vance, sister of Emmeline Vance.
In 1981, James and Lily Potter defeated he who must not be named. Ten years later, he who must not be named came back. He took over through Professor Quirrell's body, and eventually made his own through the sorcerer's stone. He will live forever, unless someone defeats him and takes his elixir. However, all has not been lost. Although James and Lily were killed out of revenge, Sirius Black is the caretaker of their children, Harry and Helen. I also stay with him from time to time, during the phases of the moon in which it's too dangerous for me to stay with my father. I write this at seventeen years old as sort of a memoir of my life. If all this excitement – people who I referred to as my Aunt and my Uncle dying, a dark lord taking over – wasn't enough, I do have more to share. Here is my story.
I, Lola Florence Lupin, lost my mother at a very young age. She was giving birth to me when she died, at twenty years old. It was a tragedy and my father swore he'd never love again. Fortunately, that wouldn't be the case. But we'll get to that later. I grew up intimately with Sirius and Marlene Black (nee Mckinnon), James and Lily Potter (nee Evans), Lycoris and Megaera Black, who were Sirius's niece and nephew, as he could not produce his own children and his brother and sister-in-law had died most tragically when the children were four and six, and Harry and Helen Potter, daughter and son of James and Lily. We had a great time, and a loose understanding that the fourth member of the Marauders, as the men in this group including my father used to be known as, defected to the wrong side in a long-ago war that was waged out. We always believed Voldemort was gone – but he wasn't.
Despite the fact that Lily and James died when I was ten, my father still wanted me to enjoy my Hogwarts' years. Harry and Helen were sad, but they moved in with Sirius and Marlene and they tried to make the best world for them. Dad and I didn't live far from them. In Scotland, Sirius and Marlene had a manor. Since dad had a hard time getting a job because of his condition, Sirius built a one story house on his property. It had two bedrooms and a cellar that couldn't be broken through; his werewolf sanctuary. It was generous of them, and Hogwarts would be the first time that I would be away from the cozy land. At least Megaera was coming with me.
The year before Helen, Megaera, and I went away, Harry was sorted into Gryffindor while Lycoris was sorted into Slytherin. It was obvious that this strained Lycoris and Sirius's relationship, and that was when dad told me about Regulus Black, and the bad relationship Sirius had with him. Apparently Lycoris was his spitting image. He was better with Megaera, who apparently looked and acted a lot more like their cousin, Andromeda Black. I'd not seen much of her, and even then, she was much older than Megaera so the resemblance wasn't much besides familial to me.
It was a miracle when we were all placed in the same house; Helen "Nellie", Meg, and myself were all settled into Ravenclaw with two other girls; Luna Lovegood and Zelda Snape were all roommates, and pretty soon we all became the best of friends. It didn't take long for us to realize that our parents – well, dad really never hated anyone but Sirius and the late James Potter did – hated Zelda's father, along with a lot of the Hogwart's population. We didn't care, though, and after awhile even Sirius had to admit that Zelda was charming and sweet.
I met a boy who was all bruised up after Christmas break. He tried to cover it up, but the medicines stunk and they clearly weren't working. He was a Slytherin, but he spent a lot of time in the library. A second year, I knew he must know Lycoris and Harry, but he never mentioned them when we made small talk. He was a perfectly pleasant boy, especially after he found out my mother and father were both purebloods – except for my father's affliction, of course. He said that was well enough, and I was surely a pureblood. I'd smiled at that. Theodore Nott would affect my life far more than I would ever know, for years to come he would be a great part of my life.