I'm very excited. My first HP fanfiction ever! It had to happen sooner or later. After finally finishing my other stories it was time for something new!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else related to J.K Rowling. Selene, however, came from my brain.

I hope you enjoy this first chapter and please don't discard it immediately (you might like it)

Rewritten on November 18th 2012 (because it was crappy) R&R!

and once more rewritten on March 26th 2013 (let's keep it the way it is now)

Waiting for you

Chapter 1 Africa

I've been here before...haven't I? The trees, the smell of grass and the moon shining through the clouds...The ambiance may seem peaceful, but I have been here before so I know it is not. Is this a dream or is it a memory? The moon is full tonight. Why am I still normal? Why haven't I changed?

Wait…tonight is not a full moon. The full moon is one more night away. A strong aura surrounds me and I remember now...Between the trees I was told to forget and not to follow, to stay here and keep those who were left safe. I promised that and I failed into keeping that promise. There was no one left for me to protect. This was the last place where I had seen her. What if I were to look at that specific spot, where she had appeared and where the moonlight had gently stroked her hair? Could I have made her stay? Would she have stayed with me…?

Remus opened his eyes and felt beads of sweat rolling down his back. He was panting and rested his head in his hands. Normally he felt this way after the full moon, but tonight wasn't a full moon and this hadn't been a dream. It was a memory, a very old memory. Remus' eyes moved over to the bedside table. On it lay yesterdays Daily Prophet. The man on the cover had a wicked grin and his hair was all messed up. Basically the entire attire of the man was messed up.

Sirius, my old friend…

He picked up the newspaper and stared intensely at the moving picture. A man he once considered to be his friend, a man of whom he had never thought would turn to the dark side, a man who had betrayed them all. Remus tossed the paper aside and moved towards his bedroom window. The light of the moon sent shivers down his back, no matter what day it was even the slightest glimpse of the moon made him…afraid. He turned away from the window and stepped over the Daily Prophet on the floor. James dead, Lily dead, Peter dead and now the man who had a hand in this matter was roaming free through England.

Where had it all gone wrong?

It had been more than twelve years since Sirius had betrayed his best friends in the world. Remus still couldn't understand why. He felt alone, ever so alone. There was no shoulder for him to cry on after hearing the news his friends had died and that the traitor was none other than Sirius Black. A man he once called his friend. So many questions were left unanswered. Remus at that time knew of only one person he could have turned to, but this person had run off, like a scared pup. She at least had the decency to come say goodbye, but the questions remained unanswered. Oh how he had wanted to come with her after all they were the only ones left. But she had refused him, tossed him aside and he was left to pick up the pieces himself. Remus felt miserable, betrayed and now that Sirius had broken free of Azkaban she had started to haunt him in his dreams.

Remus grabbed hold of the letter he had received earlier this day. It was a letter from Hogwarts, signed by Albus Dumbledore himself, with the request to fill the position of the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. He wasn't sure how to respond. Should he decline the job offer? He needed it very much, getting a job as a werewolf wasn't easy if not impossible these days, but to go back to Hogwarts where his happy memories were and now also the remembrance of that which was no more…Remus felt torn between emotions and logical thinking. He nevertheless picked up a quill and some paper took a seat at his desk and started writing.

Location: deep in the jungles of Africa, 1993

? p.o.v.

This backpack is so heavy! Why was I doing this again? Adventure and thrill seeking because I wanted to? I shook my head and hoisted the bag higher. I could easily get rid of the weight by a simple spell...But it would seem rather strange if everybody else was tired after this climb and I would still be fit as a fiddle. No use of magic on this expedition… Protecting Muggle biologists on their quest for new species of whatever they could find, what was I thinking?!

"Selene, hurry up! We don't want to lose you in the middle of the jungle!" Philippe yelled towards me.

No, because that would be terrible…for you. I pushed a few vines out of the way, adjusted my pith helmet and tightened the straps of the backpack," don't you worry Phillip!" you stupid son of a,-

"Oh my god," one of the researchers exclaimed as I reached the group, consisting of 6 people, they were all staring at something high up in one of the many trees.
"What type of bird is that?" a dark haired woman, whose name I hadn't even bothered to remember, asked Phillip.

"It looks like an owl!"

"Don't be silly, owls don't live in Africa."

Phillip shook his head," you'd be surprised how many well known species of owls live in Africa. In fact the Common Barn Owl,-"

Phillips continued his explanation of owls in Africa as I narrowed my eyes in order to get a better look at the creature up in the tree.

Seeing an owl in the middle of the jungle is one thing, even if it's not so uncommon you would still halt in order to examine the creature's appearance, but this owl was white as snow.
I cursed under my breath when I noticed the owl had something tied to its talons. A letter and I would bet all of the hair on my head that it was addressed to me. Great…how am I ever going to get hold of it with all these people watching? I guess there is only one solution to this problem.

Stepping back I grabbed my wand out of my back pocket, Holly 11'' with a unicorn hair as its core, and pointed it towards the group. The Muggles had only eyes for the snow white owl and took no notice of me as I raised my wand.

"Avis…" I whispered. A loud bang, like a gunshot, sounded and a flock of birds erupted from the tip of my wand. They flew straight into the group, encircling them. Small cries were coming from the group of researchers.

"What's going on?"

"Phillip, help!"

With their vision being clouded by the swift movements of the brightly coloured birds I took my chance to get a hold on the letter tied to the owl's talons.

"Accio letter," The envelope removed itself from the owl and landed on the palm of my left hand. Gotcha!

I hid my wand quickly and placed the letter in my backpocket. The flock of conjured birds had flown away as had the snow white owl. I looked back up the tree, at the spot the bird had been. Whoever had sent me that letter was obviously not expecting a reply back…

XOXOXOXOX

It was late at night, camp was set up and everybody had crawled into their tent. Except for me, I had taken my place by the camp fire, guard duty for the next three hours. This gave me enough time to open the letter and read its contents without any disturbance. My fingers trembled as I peeled the red wax off the envelope. It was during that moment that I noticed the waxed seal being the symbol of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Great…

I unfolded the letter and scanned the fancy handwriting;

My dear Miss Merrythought,

I hope this letter arrives in short time. Dark times, as you may well know, are at hand.

I write to you with the utmost importance. Your presence is required as of immediate. Details will be exchanged at the moment of arrival over a nice cup of tea.

I expect you to arrive promptly, not a moment is to be wasted.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster.

Please attach the brooch, included with this letter, to your robe.

Tyical. How on earth did they find me? I was however very curious why he required my presence. It must have been over twelve years since I last saw Headmaster Dumbledore or anybody else connected to my homeland. Details will be exchanged at the moment of arrival over a nice cup of tea. He may be the headmaster of one of the greatest witch and wizard school but he can't expect me to do his bidding without a single explanation. Please attach the brooch...

Brooch? I picked up the envelope and inside was a golden brooch shaped as a lion. I reached for it and as soon as my finger wrapped around the coldness of the object I felt a strong pull, almost like a hook behind my navel and I was no longer in Africa.

Location: near Hogwarts.

I landed on my hands and knees dropping the brooch as I collided with the ground. My breathing was quick and heavy. A portkey, the brooch was a flipping portkey, I should have known!

"Oh god,-" I clasped my hand in front of my mouth, but it was too late. I doubled over and emptied the contents of my stomach all over the ground. The green grass I had landed on was not so green anymore.

"I hate portkeys…" I stood up slowly on my wobbly legs and glanced up at the castle in the distance I knew so well. Hogwarts…

I looked back at the ground for the golden lion-shaped brooch, but it had miraculously vanished.

"This better be worth it…"

XOXOXOX

The last time I had been in Dumbledore's office was in my last year of Hogwarts, 13 years ago. I had finished my duties as a student and as Head girl. Handing over my head girl badge felt awful. It had given me great confidence. I shivered as I stood in front of the gargoyle. I didn't know the password but I knew it had to do something with candy as it had always been during my years here.

I looked at the man next to me. Argus Filch, he became the caretaker of Hogwarts the same year I became a student. He still looked the same as he did back then. I glanced over at Mrs. Norris, who eyed her owner's every move.

"Pumpkin pasties," Filch said to the Gargoyle.

The statue trembled and moved away, revealing a circular staircase. Now I really felt nervous and I couldn't understand why. I was invited, well not so much invited as abruptly abducted, yet it felt as though I was back in school as a student and I had done something bad. I hate school…

"The Headmaster is waiting for you. Good luck…" Filch grumbled as he walked away, followed by his most faithful and presumably only friend.

Collecting all of my courage I walked up the stairs towards Albus Dumbledore's office. My hand reached out to open the door but it moved on its own accord. I swallowed the lump in my throat and set foot into the room. It was exactly as I remembered, the high ceiling, all of the books, the collection of Headmaster paintings on the walls, Dumbledore's big desk and of course the man himself. As always he looked so calm and collected, those blue eyes peeking over his half moon spectacles. Albus Dumbledore. I was unsure what to do…it had been 13 years since I had seen him and yet he still looked the same now as he did back then. I for one had changed. I was older now, taller. Also I had avoided most of the wizarding community for the past decade and now that I was back in one of the most magical places of all, I felt at home again and couldn't help but wonder why I had avoided this part of my life.

"Miss Merrythought." He smiled warmly," it has been too long."
I bowed and gave a light nod," it has, Professor Dumbledore."

"Come now, such formalities will no longer do. Please call me Albus, would you?"

"Prof,-… Albus,-"

Dumbledore sat down on his chair and conjured up a teapot and two tea cups," now, I believe I promised you a cup of tea, didn't I? You must excuse me, I can't really remember, in fact I wasn't even sure you were to come at all."

This is the one thing I disliked about Dumbledore, always taking his time and never cutting to the chase. Don't rush him now, patience is a virtue. I took a seat opposite him, which made me feel even more like I was back as a student.

"Milk?" he asked.

"No, thank you. Sir, why,-"

"I wrote that letter 5 weeks ago, you know? It's amazing how even a creature as magical as an owl can have trouble navigating." Dumbledore's eyes glanced at the pith helmet I had placed on my lap, the only thing that still connected me to the place I was a couple of hours ago," that is a very nice hat if I may say so Miss Merrythought. Isn't that a type of headwear they wear on a, oh what do you call it? A safirai?"

"A safari…," I corrected him," I was in Africa, exploring a jungle with a group of Muggles, they were biologists, interested in finding a new species of wildlife, when a snow owl caught their attention…" I took a sip from my tea, it had the perfect temperature and tasted like mint,

"I daresay that I was even more surprised than they were," I leaned forward and placed the teacup back upon his desk," This morning I was wondering how to keep a group of Tebo, which had been following us for a day, from our backs and after receiving your letter those Tebo seemed like the least of my worries… reading your letter, touching the brooch and finding myself outside of Hogwarts, now THAT was the real highlight of my day."

"If I may not, Miss Merrythought, you sound rather upset." He stated.

I sighed," I'm not upset, I'm...confused. Why did you send me a letter?"

Dumbledore folded his hands together and touched his thin pink lips with his index fingers," I'm guessing you want an explanation?" he said coyly, the right side of his lip tilted upwards.

I exhaled deeply," yes, please…"

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