AN: Well, here we are again, I've discontinued my Young Justice story due to the fact I've lost interest. I HOPE I actually AT LEAST finish this one! This will be based off mostly the movies and just my own imagination. I have not read the books, so please feel free to inform me of any random facts from the books.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Annorah and my own ideas :)

Rewritten: 11/9/2017

Remus Lupin was not a happy werewolf as he watched Albus Dumbledore walk away from his current living environment. The sound of sniffling drew his eyes from the headmaster's retreating back to the bundle of fabric in his arms. His frown deepened when he spotted grey eyes staring at him, eyes that reminded him so much of his so called 'friend'. The calculating gaze took in the small toddler, unconsciously comparing her features with her father's.

The resemblance was uncanny, from the olive skin to the dark gorgeous features.

"Oh Annorah, I don't know how to raise a child." Remus whispered as he entered his dusty old loft. He looked at the only bed in the house and shook his head. "That git made it look so easy." He placed his new charge on the bed and pet her unruly raven locks that soon turned a bright red. Annorah whined and pushed away his hand, a pout decorating her face. Remus smiled slightly and ran an uneasy hand through his own disheveled hair. "Looks like we both need to get used to each other." The toddler scrunched her button nose, fat tears welling in her eyes. "Oh Merlin." Remus muttered as Annorah began to cry at the top of her lungs.

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"Hogwarts?" A teenage girl questioned, her deep set eyes widening.

Remus looked at his daughter of sixteen years with a grin. "Yes, Hogwarts! Isn't it brilliant?"

"Bloody brilliant dad." Annorah muttered rolling her light eyes as her hair turned a gloomy blue. "Now where am I going to go for Holidays if you're at Hogwarts?" Annorah asked, her displeasure clear on her face as she looked around for her wand. She found it in the mouth of Draven, her large Ashera cat. She went up to the proud spotted male and held out her hand. "Drop it."

"What do you mean where will you go?" Remus questioned raising a brow as he watched Annorah wrestle Draven for her wand, 11 ¾ inches of Alder wood made with a core of a Dragon heartstring. "You're coming with me you blint." Remus insulted with a loving smile. With a flick of his wand, the forgotten dishes of lunch were sent to clean themselves.

Looking up from under Draven, Annorah raised a thin brow. "What about Beauxbatons? My advanced courses?" Annorah questioned as she sat up, Draven falling off her and huffing in annoyance. "My O.W.L.s are this year!" Remus tossed her a parcel and waved her off as she continued to rage, her locks now a bright red. Annorah huffed and opened the parcel, pulling out the two pieces of papers. In the parcel was her acceptance letter to Hogwarts and a list of books she was required to have.

"Hogwarts is the best wizarding school, many great witches and wizards hail from there." Remus boasted as he puffed his chest out.

Annorah placed her acceptance letter on the floor and looked up to her father. "Also known for teaching you-know-who and famous Death Eaters." The curly haired girl ignored the pained expression that graced Remus' face.

"I need to head down Diagon Alley for a bit, i'll just grab your supplies as well." Remus ignored Annorah's apologetic stare and went towards the fireplace. "You need to go request our wonderful neighbor for his rubbish excuse of an owl." Remus stated taking a handful of floo powder before continuing. "Let Hogwarts know you've got their letter or we'll be seeing those bloody things everywhere."

"That owl is quite terrible really, but he does get the job done." Annorah defended playfully, her hair finally returning to her natural raven locks. "Don't forget the list dad." Annorah called as she tossed the piece of parchment to a sheepish looking Remus.

"Right, well then, I'm off." Remus looked to his daughter with an unreadable expression for a moment, before nodding and stepping into the fire place.

Annorah waited for him to leave before looking at Draven. "That was really disconcerting." The Metamorphmagus muttered. She looked down to her feline companion and shrugged. "Well come on then, we've got a letter to owl." The spotted animal meowed loudly before following after Annorah towards her room, a closet that's been enchanted to fit a small bed and wardrobe. Annorah went towards her wardrobe and opened it, revealing few clothes, many books, quills, parchment, and the occasional picture. "Draven, have you seen any twine? I have everything but that!" Annorah questioned the cat.

Draven tilted his head, before racing out of the room. Annorah heard a slight scuffle and shrugged. By the time Draven came back with a ball of twine, Annorah was rolling the parchment up, her quill laid forgotten on the floor. "Mraaaa-ouf". Annorah looked up and saw the twine in Draven's mouth and smiled. "You are such a dog." Draven purred in content as his master scratched his head fondly before she got up and made her way to the front door.

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"Now Draven," Annorah said, stopping a few yards away from a murky house. "You remember what happened last time we bloody came here, no eating Horrible Hootie. No matter how barmy that bird is. Understood?"

"Mra-ouf". Annorah nodded and continued her trek.

Annorah knocked softly on the door and began balancing her weight on the balls of her feet as she waited. The door suddenly slammed open and Annorah smiled at the flustered old man in front of her. "Ahhh Ms. Lupin! Come 'ere for me Hootie 'ave ye?"

"Yes sir Mr. Lowey."

Lowey nodded and opened the door wipe. "Well come on then. In with the lot of ye, I see ye brought that barbaric beast with ye." The hunchback Irish man stared down his large hook nose at Draven. Draven simply tilted his head away and growled softly.

"He'll behave, won't you Draven?" Draven took one look at Annorah and meowed/barked quietly.

"Well go on 'en, ye know where me bird be." Annorah nodded and made her way into the living room, where a large birdcage was situated, inside was a brown raggedy barn owl with a large gut. "I still 'on't see why yer father 'oesn't just buy an owl."

"Mr. Lowey, you know my father despises tiny animals as they despise him right back." Annorah quickly lied as she tied the letter to Horrible Hootie's chunky leg. Well its only half the truth.. "Alright Horr- I mean Hootie!" Lowey stared at her suspiciously. "I need you to take that to Hogwarts." Hootie let out a shriek of a hoot causing Annorah and Draven to jump and glare at the insufferable bird.

"If ye 'on't mind an old man's curiosity, why 'id ye send me Hootie to Hogwarts?"

Annorah looked at Lowey and frowned, huffing as she relayed her situation. "Dad recently found employment within Hogwarts, so he's had me transferred." Lowey nodded and saw Annorah to the door.

"Bloody 'eranged he is, yer father, transferring' ye the year ye need to take the O.W.L.s." Lowey insulted as he shook his head. He never really did like Remus.

Annorah found herself frowning at the elder man's insult towards her father. "He means well." Her tone was clipped, verging on angry. She was very overprotective of her father, he can't help his special 'condition'. "Thank you again for letting me use Hootie." Annorah quickly rushed away from the Lowey residence with Draven.

Neither of the two looked back as the old man's cackling filled the air.

What a loon.

Well tell me what you think please? Review, comment, constructive criticism welcomed!