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"Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy." - Thich Nhat Hanh

Part 1: The Best Therapy

To say that those listening to her story were shocked by its outcome would be not only the understatement of the century was in and of itself a major understatement. Nearly everyone had the wide-eyed, slack-jawed look of a deer in the headlights. Persephone looked at the faces staring back at her, and was befuddled. Why are they not saying anything? She thought. Do they not believe me?

Molly Weasley was still openly sobbing into Arthur's shoulder. Everyone had mottled expressions of fury, horror, and inexplicable sadness on their faces. There wasn't a dry eye in the room. Persephone cleared her throat quietly and it seemed to break everyone out of their trances. Molly stood up and walked over to Persephone and embraced. The younger woman returned the embrace, though she did so reluctantly. She was unused to being touched without there being subsequent pain.

"I suppose I can tell you how I was bitten, if you would like me to. If not, I- it can wait. But I would like you to know." She looked down at her hands as she spoke, the fingers squirming and folding around themselves as she wrung her hands together. "It's a lot to take in. I know. And I'm sorry. So, so sorry―" her voice broke as she said this, and she began to sob uncontrollably. Clutching to Mrs. Weasley for dear life, she tried to curl in on herself and fold her knees to her chest. She felt comforting arms wrap around her, and though she knew not who the arms belonged to she felt strangely comforted.

She left Molly's embrace for that of the other person and found herself in the arms of one Sirius Black. She did not care. She buried her face in his neck and let all her troubles, all her fears, anxiety, and hurts leave her body through her tears. She could tell that she had soaked his shirt but he seemed not to care, and so she didn't care either. He rubbed soothing hands up and down her back, and eventually she felt her eyelids droop. Her last thought before she succumbed to sleep was how can someone smell like hope and sunshine? And then the world went black.

Part 2: Another Story

Persephone Monoceros Riddle could not remember the last time she had slept in a bed. She felt almost giddy when she realized the soft feathery pliancy beneath her wasn't a figment of her imagination. But then she remembered all that had happened in the past week and she bolted up in bed. She was free. She was free! She. Was. Free! She squealed in delight, which was probably a mistake because seconds later, Remus, Sirius, Tonks and Molly burst into her room, wands aloft.

"Seffy, what is it? What's wrong, huh? Did you have a nightmare? It's alright, it wasn't real, and you're safe. I promise no―"

"―Mooney, get a grip. I don't think she had a nightmare." It seemed that Sirius had noticed her blush and slightly sheepish smile.

"Err... no. Sorry, I did not mean to alarm anyone. I was just… I was just happy. Really, really happy. I thought it was a dream. It wasn't. It was real, so I―err―did a bit of a happy dance. And I um…may have squealed. Just a bit. I'm sorry. Truly."

"Oh, no harm done, Dearie," Molly said, attempting to stifle a chuckle, and failing, "We were, all of us, already awake. In fact, I do believe it is breakfast time. I made some fresh cinnamon rolls. Get dressed, and come on downstairs. Remus, you'll carry her down, won't you?" Remus nodded, and Molly left. Tonks followed, grinning awkwardly, and mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "yippee, cinnamon rolls!"

Sirius let out a bark of laughter that, after having made Persephone jump, caused her to join in as well. Remus followed, and suddenly all three were laughing great, deep, belly laughs. There were tears streaming down their faces, and Remus went to lean against the wall in his mirth, but missed, and instead fell through the doorway, landing rather loudly on his backside in front of a grinning Harry Potter.

"Well, Hiya, Remus," Harry said cheekily, looking down at his still-laughing former professor. "Whatcha doin'?" He added in a sing-song voice that caused all three adults to laugh harder. If possible. Remus Lupin looked up at Harry and simply shook his head; he couldn't say a word from laughing so hard.

"H-Harry―Seffy―err―nightmare―no―then she―happy dance―Molly and Tonks―Yippee! ―fell down―Y-y-you!" He fell down with a bump and clutched his middle, rolling back and forth. Persephone and Sirius were doubled over with hilarity. "Ouch! Hurts!" Persephone managed in between bouts of giggles. Harry joined in the merriment at the display before him.

Eventually the quartet made in into the kitchen, Harry and Sirius walking down ahead of Remus, who was carrying a still giggling Persephone bridal style. They made quite a racket. Everyone looked up from their plates as the four walked in. Molly smiled at the grinning Persephone and resolved to give her niece all the mothering she had missed out on for seventeen years.

"Sit down, sit down. Here you go, Persephone. No, Ronald! Those are for Persephone, Remus, Sirius, and Harry―" Ron grimaced, but put down the cinnamon roll he had tried to sneak away, "Now. Eat up, boys." She noticed with bittersweet feelings how Persephone had already finished one cinnamon roll, and had already started on a second pastry.

"Persephone, dear―"

"You may call me Seffy, if you like, Mrs. Weasley, Remus does."

"Oh, call me Molly, dearie, and very well. I was going to ask, yesterday, you mentioned that you wanted to tell us how you came to be a werewolf. Everything got a bit emotional yesterday, but if you still want to tell us, we can gather in the drawing room after breakfast. If you would like, that is."

"Yes, yes. Actually Mrs.―err, Molly―I was just going to ask you about that."

"It's settled then. Alright, everyone, eat up!"

When everyone had finished eating, the group retired to the drawing room.

"Perhaps Dumbledore would want to hear, as well. What do you think, Molly? Sirius? Should I floo-call him?" Remus asked.

"I suppose so," Molly answered.

"It couldn't hurt. Actually he probably wants to hear, as well," Sirius added.

Remus left the room and returned five minutes later with Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape in tow.

"He was in Dumbledore's office," Remus whispered to Sirius and Persephone when returned to them. Instead of sitting cocooned in the wingback chair by the fire place, as she was the night before. Now, she was snugly sandwiched between Remus and Sirius on the loveseat under the dusty window.

"I hear you have another story for us, Miss Persephone. Hmm… pray, what is your full name, child?" Albus asked.

"Persephone Monoceros Riddle," she replied.

"It fits," Sirius quipped.

"How so?" Molly asked.

"Monoceros, the unicorn constellation." Sirius answered.

"Yes, Sirius, although it often overlooked in the Winter's Great Triangle that is formed by Betelgeuse, Sirius, and Procyon." Albus added.

"Ah… I see now. It fits because you're innocent. Even af-after everything you have been through, you are so innocent. It's breathtaking." She ignored Sirius's quiet whisper, "it isn't the only thing breathtaking," as he gazed at Persephone. Although, perhaps he simply did not hear her. It seemed Persephone was the only one who did hear, and she looked at Sirius strangely. He simply smiled at her, albeit a bit sheepishly. She returned his smile with a small one of her own.

"Now, Miss Riddle, I believe you have a story to tell us?" Albus asked, making Persephone jump.

"Err, its Persephone, if you don't mind. Or Seffy, if you like. I don't―I don't use my last name, if I can help it. And, yes. I guess I'll begin." She sighed, and looked out the dusty window into the gloomy morning…

"I was ten years old when I was bitten by a werewolf. Fenrir Greyback. He bit me. It was, if I remember correctly, my tenth birthday exactly. July 31, 1983. Mrs. Malfoy had had Dobby make me a small cake. She brought it down to my room in the cellar. She gave it to me, and we sang "happy birthday" ―her, Dobby and I. She told me that she was going to lock the door when she left, that it would be dangerous for me to be upstairs that day. She gave me a hug, and a kiss on the forehead, and left. My curiosity was piqued; however, there was nothing I could do.

"I guess at some point she must have left, because there was a scratching noise at the door. I thought it was her so I shouted a greeting. I shouldn't have done that. You see, I had an actual bedroom down there. It was a bit musty, but I had it decorated. It wasn't part of the dungeons per say. Well, Greyback was in the actual dungeons. They were torturing someone, I found out later. I was supposed to be quiet, so they wouldn't hear me. To keep me safe. But I yelled. Before I knew what had happened, the door was broken down and he was on me," she stood and lifted her shirt a bit to show a trio of scars running from her right breast towards her left thigh.

"He bit me, and gave me these. They got him off of me though. The scars go down almost to my knee. Mrs. Malfoy almost killed Greyback and Mr. Malfoy for that. She hadn't wanted them there. She cried when she saw me. We apparated to St. Mungo's. They saved my life. I had the room next to Draco after that. The full moons were difficult, though. I was locked in a tiny room in the dungeons. That is what most of my scars are from. She became different when he came back. Colder, more stressed. Except during the full moon. She always nursed me back to health.

"I know you don't think much of her, but I love Mrs. Malfoy. She's the closest thing I ever had to family. On the thirtieth, she gave me the potion. The Wolfsbane. She told me that the wards would be down on my room. She told me not to think once I was changed. She told me to run. To leave. To not look back, no matter what. I cried. She cried. We both cried. But I listened. And now I am here."

She finished her story and looked round. Molly smiled. Albus looked intrigued. Severus looked doubtful. Harry and the other teens looks suspicious. The other adults simply looked like they were still processing. Remus reached out and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Sirius did the same with her other hand.

Part 3: The Magic Question

"Now my dear, thank you for telling us this. But I am a little curious. You say, apart from going to St. Mungo's with Narcissa Malfoy, you never left Malfoy Manor. Do you have a magical education?" Before Persephone could reply to Professor Dumbledore's question, Severus answered.

"She has as good an education as she can get, Albus. I taught the girl potions and DADA myself. As a favor to Narcissa, part of my cover. I know for a fact that Narcissa and Lucius taught her everything else. She is proficient. Pitted against Potter, she could easily win. But then again, so could a potted plant," he sneered.

"Let me rephrase, against Potter, she would excel in DADA, against Miss Granger she would excel in everything else. The only skills she is lacking is that of divination, Which is not crucial, and Care of Magical Creatures, in which she had not practical opportunity to learn. In theory, she knows it well. If she were given a diagnostic test including everything a Hogwarts seventh year should know, I am confident she would pass. She also has a knack for potions, not unlike me," he shared a small, brief smile with Persephone. "Now, Persephone, thank you for telling your story. But I must go. Goodbye."

Persephone gave the potions master a small wave, and he departed.

"Well, my dear, we have no qualms about your education. But. Do you have a wand?" The headmaster asked kindly.

"Err… no, sir, I never had one. Mrs. Malfoy always let me use hers when I was learning, so…"

"Very well then, Harry, I am afraid I will need you invisibility cloak. We must take Persephone to Ollivander's to buy her wand, Remus, Molly, would you come along?" Harry ran upstairs to retrieve his cloak, he returned, handing it to Persephone.

The group walked back into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore allowed Harry to come along and the group flooed to Diagon Alley.

As they entered the wand shop, Dumbledore called out a greeting to Ollivander, who came from around a corner.

"Ah, Albus. What can I do for you?"

"Well Garrick, I need to buy a wand for someone special. Persephone, you are safe, you may remove the cloak."

There was a moment of silence, and then Persephone removed the invisibility cloak.

"Ah, Miss Persephone Riddle. I had wondered if I would be seeing you. Let us find your wand, eh?" He nodded to himself, and reached for a box. He pulled out a wand―"yew and dragon heartstring"―she had barely grasped the wand when he took it from her and returned the wand to its box. Ollivander did this nearly ten times, each time Harry's snickers became a bit more apparent, until finally he grabbed a worn box. The box was a sickly green color, stained and frayed. The wand inside was peculiar looking. It wood spiraled. There was an elaborate vine detail running up the wand.

"Ah…" Ollivander drew out the sound, "This wand is very old. Very powerful. I wonder. You see, this is the wand of the mother of Merlin. A spiral design, Holly, and Elder wood. A unicorn-tail core. Very rare. But perhaps…" he left it to that, and handed her the wand. She turned and felt the sudden urge to cast a Patronus charm. "Expecto Patronum!" she called, and a corporeal unicorn burst forth from the wand, it flew around the room before settling down and nuzzling into Persephone's side.

Dumbledore and Ollivander clapped their hands together, and Harry smiled. Her Patronus nudged Harry affectionately before it disappeared. They two smiled at each other.

"Well, good day, Garrick, I am afraid we must go. Come along, you two."

When the group returned, everyone was curious about Persephone's wand. The twins, Fred and George, asked her to perform a spell.

"Show them your Patronus, Seffy," Harry said.

"Very well, Harry," she cried out the incantation and her corporeal Patronus rushed around the room. The adults watched the unicorn run and jump and a few ―Tonks, Remus, Sirius, and Dumbledore―called out the incantation and their Patronus' joined the unicorn in running about the room.

"Seffy, what type of wand to you have?" Remus asked after Dumbledore had left.

"Well, my wand is very old. Legendary really. It's a mixture―holly, and elder wood―with a unicorn-tail core. It was the wand of Hunith. Merlin's mother."

"Really?" Remus and Sirius asked in awe.

"Really," she replied.

"Wow, Seffy, love, you're quite a powerful witch!" Sirius remarked.

No one realized, at that moment, just how powerful a witch she really was. Or how important she would prove to be.

Hey! Just a quick note. For the most part my chapters will be one a week and will be at least 2000 words each. i had a bit of inspiration tonight. also quick note: the full moon in which Seffy was turned was not real the reall full moon was Aug. 8th 1983. jul 30 1995 was real tho. I dont know about the ideas of being able to combine wand wood but i wanted her wand to have both woods and the unicorn thing. the unicorn is a symbol of innocence which is a crucial part of Seffy. hence patronus, wand core, middle name? see pattern? maybe even animagus. but idk cuz she is a werewolf. This is rated M and eventually i will live up to that but i hate those fanfics that are just boink boink boink! and no plot. so 1)PLOT! and then boinking. kay? (: Ive sort of foregone dumbledores avoidance of Harry for this fanfic. also seffy will be at hoggywarts. i have ideas. just have to work them in. im going to stop rambling now. enjoy. oh, and this is (in case you havnt realized) not canon complient. just an errant idea. k thanks. READ. and review please. constructive criticism is appreciated!