Summary: When Remus was sixteen, he got a muggle werewolf pregnant and was left with the baby when hunters went after the mother. The mother of his child left a note with their daughter explaining what kind of wolf she was and what he could expect his child to be. Five years later, after James and Lily's deaths, Albus convinced him send his daughter to live with a pack of similar werewolves to be trained to guard Harry Potter when he turned eleven and returned to the magical world. Now, fifteen years later, Rebecca Lupin is removing her charge from the magical world in order to keep him safe – from the machinations of Albus Dumbledore. She moves him back to Beacon Hills, where she reconnects with an old flame and the pair are thrown into a whole new war between the hunters and the supernatural.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Teen Wolf.

Tear filled amber eyes stared into remorseful blue ones in betrayal.

"Why?" the child choked. Talia tried to pull her into a hug, but the teen shrugged her off.

"Sweetheart, we can't keep you from your father. Legally, we have no ground to stand on.

"He doesn't care about me!" the girl cried, "He just wants me so that he can tie me to a boy I've never met for the rest of my life! I've read the fucking contract! He sent me here so that I could be raised to be a fucking guard dog!"

Talia grabbed the girl by her shoulders and pulled her into her arms. The fifteen year old finally gave in, sobbing into the Alpha's shoulder.

"Honey, if I could keep you here, I would. There is nothing I want more than to keep you with us. You're a part of this pack and you always will be."

"I want to stay here!"

Talia kissed her forehead.

"I know you do, baby, and I want you to stay here, but this is one fight the pack wouldn't win."

She unclasped the chain around her neck and put it around the teen's. The girl stared at the wolfsbane carving in wonder, then up at the woman who had given it to her.

"Tali?"

Talia smiled.

"Let that be your anchor, Rebecca, and when you grow up, become an adult in that world, you can come back here, and we'll be waiting to welcome you back. I've read the contract too, sweetie, and it says that you're bound until the charge is of age in both worlds."

Rebecca threw her arms around the woman's neck, trying to hold back more tears.

"Thank you," she whispered, "for everything."

Talia kissed her cheek.

"You're a daughter to me, Becca. There's nothing to thank. Remember, when you start getting angry, focus on your anchor. Keep your cool and be strong. Be the wolf I know you can be." She said sternly. Rebecca nodded seriously, both females glaring at the door when a throat cleared and they looked up to see the girl's father.

"It's time to go, Becca."

"Rebecca." She corrected stiffly, "Only family calls me Becca."

Remus Lupin looked at his daughter sadly.

"Of course, cub. We need to get going, the portkey will activate soon."

She scowled at him.

"I'll be out after I've said goodbye to Peter and Derek." She snapped. He nodded and walked back outside, the two males in question entering the room he as he left the house.

Rebecca hugged Peter before stepping back and facing her best friend. The pair stared at each other for a long moment – then Rebecca threw herself into the boy's arms. Derek held her tight against him.

"I'll miss you, Bec."

She sniffed quietly.

"You won't find a new best friend while I'm gone?"

Derek snorted.

"Of course not. Like mom said, we'll all be here waiting when you get back. The kid's eleven, right?" he grinned when she nodded hesitantly, "Then you'll only be gone for seven years. Think of it as a really long foreign exchange program where you have to stop this kid from dying. You'll be back in no time."

She laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I'll miss you, you goof."

He rolled his eyes.

"I made you laugh, my goofiness has an objective." He stated firmly. She grinned and punched him lightly on the arm.

"I'll see you in seven years, Derek."

"Sounds like a date to me." He laughed, "We can even drink to celebrate."

She rolled her eyes again.

"I once again repeat: there is no point in drinking if you have to drink an entire liquor store to get a buzz."

Derek rolled his eyes.

"The point is that we can."

"To quote my favorite book: 'Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.'" She sighed. "Bye, Derek."

She grabbed her bag off the floor and shouldered it. She was half-way to the front door when she felt a hand grab her arm. She turned around, frowning in confusion. Before she could speak – or even think – lips covered her own and strong, familiar arms surrounded her. It took her moment, but she eventually relaxed into the kiss and moaned in pleasure, grumbling her discontent when the lips were gone. Derek smirked as he rested their heads together.

"Come back, and we'll talk." He murmured. She nodded, unable to speak. Reluctantly, he released her, pushing her towards the door. "The sooner you leave, the faster you'll be able to come back." He told her. Her feet moving against her will, Rebecca walked out the door. Little did she know, there wouldn't be much for her to come back to.