(I don't own Harry Potter)
Chapter 2: A Familiar Face
The train stopped at the Platform and everyone made their way to the castle. When the group of Gryffindors and Liz got into the castle, McGonagall stared in shock at the brown haired girl.
"Are you new here?" in a voice that said 'I do know who you are.'
"Yes, I am Liz Whytlawe. Do you know where the head master is?"
"Yes, you can wait here and all of you can go in to your seats." Pointing to the five Gryffindors.
She sprinted down the hall to the head table and whispered to Dumbledore who she had stopped. The head master went wide eyed then got up and walked calmly to the end of the hall with McGonagall right behind him. Everyone looked very surprised at what had happened mostly Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.
"Where are they going?" Ron asked.
"I don't know and aren't they headed to the room that Harry went in on the 4th year of school?" Hermione stated.
"Yeah they are." Harry confirmed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Professor McGonagall why did you pretended not to know me back there?" Liz questioned.
"Well I didn't want any questions to roll around." She stated.
Then Dumbledore said, "It is very odd for you to be here anyway. Mostly for the teachers."
"It must be." Liz said in a sad voice.
"It is ok, but you will have to get sorted so let's go!" Professor McGonagall said abruptly. "We don't have all day."
Dumbledore held up his hand. "I don't think that is necessary, Minerva." He said softly. "I trust that she knows where she is going to end up, as do we all." Turning to Liz, he added, "I do not believe that I need to impress the importance of being discreet about this situation, do I?"
Liz nodded, and followed them back out into the Great Hall. Silently walking over to the table, she took a seat next to Hermione, one of the girls that she had traveled to Hogwarts with. Everyone gave her a look, surprised at how calm she appeared. All at the table had many questions, but before any could be asked, the Headmaster stood up, calling the buzzing room to order.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts." He began, smiling at the crowd of students before him. "Before we begin the sorting, it is my great pleasure to welcome back Professor Lupin, as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am sure that you are all as happy to have him with us again as I am."
He continues speaking, but Liz was no longer listening. She was staring up at the long teachers table in wide-eyed shock. What was he doing here? She asked herself. Lupin was going to be her teacher, how did this happen?
The current state of the newcomer was not lost on the rest of the group. The wheels were already turning in their heads. What was going on? Why was she looking at Professor Lupin like she was seeing a ghost?
~*~*~
After the feast ended, Lupin found himself walking up to the North Tower, toward his old dorm. He was feeling a bit nostalgic, and wanted to revisit some of the old haunts that he had frequented with the other marauders.
He reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and stopped short. The girl stepping into the hole looked so familiar, so strikingly similar to-
No, that was impossible. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come to him, and continued on his way. He should probably get back; he had to teach classes tomorrow. Lupin still couldn't believe that he had gotten this job back, and was so happy. He loved to teach the eager students, and tomorrow, he would be teaching some of his favorites, the sixth year Gryffindors.
Chapter 2: A Familiar Face
The train stopped at the Platform and everyone made their way to the castle. When the group of Gryffindors and Liz got into the castle, McGonagall stared in shock at the brown haired girl.
"Are you new here?" in a voice that said 'I do know who you are.'
"Yes, I am Liz Whytlawe. Do you know where the head master is?"
"Yes, you can wait here and all of you can go in to your seats." Pointing to the five Gryffindors.
She sprinted down the hall to the head table and whispered to Dumbledore who she had stopped. The head master went wide eyed then got up and walked calmly to the end of the hall with McGonagall right behind him. Everyone looked very surprised at what had happened mostly Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.
"Where are they going?" Ron asked.
"I don't know and aren't they headed to the room that Harry went in on the 4th year of school?" Hermione stated.
"Yeah they are." Harry confirmed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Professor McGonagall why did you pretended not to know me back there?" Liz questioned.
"Well I didn't want any questions to roll around." She stated.
Then Dumbledore said, "It is very odd for you to be here anyway. Mostly for the teachers."
"It must be." Liz said in a sad voice.
"It is ok, but you will have to get sorted so let's go!" Professor McGonagall said abruptly. "We don't have all day."
Dumbledore held up his hand. "I don't think that is necessary, Minerva." He said softly. "I trust that she knows where she is going to end up, as do we all." Turning to Liz, he added, "I do not believe that I need to impress the importance of being discreet about this situation, do I?"
Liz nodded, and followed them back out into the Great Hall. Silently walking over to the table, she took a seat next to Hermione, one of the girls that she had traveled to Hogwarts with. Everyone gave her a look, surprised at how calm she appeared. All at the table had many questions, but before any could be asked, the Headmaster stood up, calling the buzzing room to order.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts." He began, smiling at the crowd of students before him. "Before we begin the sorting, it is my great pleasure to welcome back Professor Lupin, as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am sure that you are all as happy to have him with us again as I am."
He continues speaking, but Liz was no longer listening. She was staring up at the long teachers table in wide-eyed shock. What was he doing here? She asked herself. Lupin was going to be her teacher, how did this happen?
The current state of the newcomer was not lost on the rest of the group. The wheels were already turning in their heads. What was going on? Why was she looking at Professor Lupin like she was seeing a ghost?
~*~*~
After the feast ended, Lupin found himself walking up to the North Tower, toward his old dorm. He was feeling a bit nostalgic, and wanted to revisit some of the old haunts that he had frequented with the other marauders.
He reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and stopped short. The girl stepping into the hole looked so familiar, so strikingly similar to-
No, that was impossible. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come to him, and continued on his way. He should probably get back; he had to teach classes tomorrow. Lupin still couldn't believe that he had gotten this job back, and was so happy. He loved to teach the eager students, and tomorrow, he would be teaching some of his favorites, the sixth year Gryffindors.