Author's Note: I know that there has already been stories like this, but I really think that mine will be different, so please, just bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter, it all belongs to the lovely J. K. Rowling, although, I seriously wish that I did.

Chapter 1

"Zora, are you ready to go?" my father asked as I finished packing my trunk.

"Just about," I called down to him.

Honestly, I'm seventeen, have been for seven months, I wasn't even in school anymore, but I was still his baby girl. I was just as tall as him and everything, but he would always say that I looked more like my mum than him; I only had his amber eye colour. He would say that my mum and I could have been twins if we stood next to each other now, but we couldn't, she had died when I was one, he wouldn't tell me how she had died though, said that I didn't need to know.

I had long black hair; it was wavy, like it wanted to curl, but it also wanted to be straight at the same time. Although my eyes were amber like my dad's he would sometimes say that when I was angry or sad or extremely happy they would flash grey like my mum's. I was pale, but he would say that it was in my genes and I couldn't do anything about it.

You all don't know who I am, do you? Oh well, I might as well tell you now. I am Zora Alexandrea Black-Lupin; I am the daughter of Remus John Lupin and Hecate Maya Black. I live with my father, but have never gone to Hogwarts; I went to Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic, I never really liked it there, but Dad didn't want me to go to Hogwarts for some strange reason.

But, he after he got offered the DADA position from Dumbledore he had wondered what he was going to do with me, but Dumbledore had suggested that I go with him and help him in his classes and teach when he was too ill because of the full moon. I was ecstatic; I would finally be able to go where my mum and dad had gone to school and learned all of their magic.

I dragged my trunk down the last of the steps and smiled, "Let's get to the train."

My father smiled and grabbed my hand, apparating before I could say anything and I stared at the large red steam train in awe. We had arrived rather early so that he could get a little sleep in before the new school year. I smiled at my dad before I ran to the train and boarded it, finding a compartment for my dad and I. He followed me, quietly chuckling, and put his trunk in the shelf overhead in the compartment I had found, it was a large one and he smiled at me before he sat down, leaned his head on the window and started to doze off, I just shook my head and closed my eyes as I leaned against the window across from him.

Not long after this, the train began to fill with other students and our compartment door opened and I lifted my head to see three teenagers, the looked to be around thirteen years old. One of them was a girl who had bushy brown hair and brown eyes; she looked like she had had trouble with taming her hair. The second one was a boy with bright red hair, freckles and blue eyes; he was a bit taller than the girl. The last one was a boy with untidy jet black hair, glasses and emerald green eyes, if you looked close enough you could faintly see a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt, this boy must be Harry Potter.

Before any of them could notice that I was awake I put my head against the window and closed my eyes, attempting to look like I was asleep. They didn't seem to mind that my father or I were in here as long as we were asleep.

"Who do you reckon they are?" the redhead asked.

"He is Professor R. J. Lupin," the girl whispered. "I'm not sure who she is."

"How'd you know that?"

"It's on his suitcase," she replied.

I internally smiled and when she said this, it was rather funny; the redheaded boy could have just looked up at it as well.

"Wonder what he teaches," the same boy said.

"That's obvious," the girl continued to whisper. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Well, I hope he's up to it," the redhead continued. "He looked like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he? Anyway . . ." There was a sound of muffled clothing. "What were you going to tell us?"

I didn't want to intrude on their privacy so I decided that I would try and get some sleep, I was a little tired, last night was a full moon and I had to help Dad. Oh, I didn't tell you did I? I am an Animagus, Dad helped me become one, but only after I begged him, my Animagus form was a large white timber wolf. I soon fell asleep, into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

Unfortunately, I was awakened by a sudden drop in the temperature and I sat up, looking around and seeing everyone else but my father was also looking around anxiously. The lights were out and I could hardly see anything, the only thing I was positive I could see was my breath. The door suddenly opened and someone came in, tripping over the brunette's feet with a muffled cry of pain.

"Sorry – d'you know what's going on? – Ouch – sorry –"the intruder said.

"Hullo, Neville," Harry Potter said.

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?" the same boy asked.

I sighed and decided to get their attention, we needed light and, besides my father, I was one of the only people of age and could use magic.

"Would you all be quiet?" I asked loudly, making them all turn toward me. I pulled out my wand and the end of it lit as I muttered, "Lumos."

"Who are you?" the only girl asked.

I looked at her briefly and said, "My name is Zora, who are all of you?"

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said. "This is Ron Weasley," the redhead, "Neville Longbottom," the boy who had fallen, "and Harry Potter." Of course, I knew who he was.

I nodded and before I could stand up the door opened again and a girl with red hair came in, running into Hermione and both of them falling over. When this happened I accidentally let the light at the end of my wand go out and we were bathed in darkness again.

"Who's that?" Hermione asked.

"Who's that?" the other girl asked.

"Ginny?" Hermione continued.

"Hermione?" the girl, apparently her name was Ginny, said.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"I was looking for Ron –"she began.

"Come in and sit down –"Hermione amended.

"Would you all just be quiet?" I asked impatiently. "I'm going to talk to the conductor, see why we stopped."

I didn't really go see the conductor, I just walked around the train, making sure everyone else was alright. Dementors can cause some serious damage on the weak minded, I was so glad that I thought to bring my large supply of chocolate with me. Most everyone was alright, the younger kids had sixth and seventh year helping them, although I did come across a third year who looked like he was gonna shit his pants, he was so frightened. I think I wanted to laugh, not really sure though.

Before I could turn back to go back to my compartment I collided with somebody's chest and would have fallen to the floor and that person didn't reach out and grab my arms to keep me from falling. I looked up to see a boy of maybe fifteen with red hair, blue eyes and freckles.

"Easy there love," he said. "Might want to watch where you're walking."

I smiled nervously and replied, "Yeah, sorry about that, I was distracted by the blonde boy who looked like he was gonna shit his pants, I wasn't sure whether to just laugh or point at him, announce rather loudly what he might have been about to do and laugh anyway, either one would have done nicely for me."

He laughed and said, "Now, I like the way you think, I'm Fred Weasley, and what be your name?"

"You wouldn't happen to be related to a Ron Weasley, would you?" I asked curiously.

"He's my younger brother," he said. "Now would you kindly answer my question?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "I get distracted easily, my name is Zora Black-Lupin."