Disclaimer: yeeees, I own HP! IN FACT, I rule the world, and, oh look, pigs are flying and it's raining ducks (incase you're not getting this, I'll own HP when hell goes cold, J.K.R. owns Harry potter, so far, I just created Andrea in my twisted little mind, well, you know)

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Harry set down the stairs, feeling tired from staying up late last night with his friends. It was his first day back at Hogwarts and he was not looking forward to potions second period. He stared out into space and then noticed a very wet owl making it's way through the entrance hall. The small owl landed on Harry's shoulder. He untied the roll of parchment from its leg and it soared away. Harry unrolled the parchment. It was wet, and most of the writing was smudged, but he could make out some of it. It read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

This year we will have a new student transferring to our school. We have chosen you to show-Him? Her? The word was too blurred to tell- around the school. Please wait by the entrance…

The rest was completely illegible, but he could see it was signed by professor McGonagall.

Harry walked down to the entrance and decided to look for anyone unfamiliar. Just then he saw a girl leaning against a wall. She looked very tired, something about the way she rested there made him feel as thought he'd seen this before, though he had certainly never met her. Despite how pulled apart she was, there was something comforting about the way she looked. She was tall, dark hair, with shallow gray eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her school robes were slightly undone.

"Hello," said Harry.

"Hello," she replied.

"Oh," Harry noticed her accent, "um, you're the one I'm supposed to be looking for… right, er… where are from then?"

"Yeah, I guess," she answered, "I'm from the states."

"America?"

"Yes, America," she laughed.

"What schools do they have there?" he asked.

"Oh, a few, none nearly as old as this one I would say. Or as well known, but they're ok, its just that… and I'm talking to much," she let out a delightful laugh, "So… what class do we have first?"

"Defense against the dark arts, though I can't say who the new teacher is going to be, I don't actually know," he pulled her robe a bit to direct her down the corridor.

"Oh, I think you'll like him…" she smiled a little, the kind of smile that made him feel like his hair was sticking up at odd angles or there was some joke on him he wasn't picking up on.

"How do you know?" his voice must have sounded a little nervous because she let out another short laugh.

"It's just that I think you liked him the last time…"

Before Harry had time to ask what the hell she was talking about, they turned the corner and his question was answered for him… There, resting against the doorway, was a very familiar figure.

"Professor Lupin!" shouted Harry.

"Harry! Andie!" Lupin's voice boomed down the hallway uncharacteristically.

"You, er, you know each other?" Harry was officially lost.

"Yes, Harry, my niece, Andrea"

His niece? Lupin had never mentioned a niece, let alone any family whatsoever.

"Your niece?" said Harry in disbelief.

"Yes, my older brother Ro's girl."

They sat down in silence until the class started to file in.

"Ron, Hermione… This is Andrea, she's from the states," he gestured for them to sit down.

"Really…" Hermione inspected her for a moment and seemed to decide she was suitable, "Well, welcome to Hogwarts"

"Professor Lupin's back!" said Ron, "You'll really like him, he's great."

Andrea just laughed.

"What, what's so funny?"