Hello people!

For the record, the basics of this story line do not belong to me. It is a re-write of amypop's story "New Wolf in Town".

The characters rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling (The Harry Potter universe) and Stephenie Meyer (The Twilight Saga). The storyline up until the previous (fifth) chapter belongs to the user 'amypop' here on fanfiction (yes, I have permission^^), anything after that is more or less all mine. I have/am going to kidnap a few ideas from at least two different stories here on ff,net, but there will be a while before these come into play so I'll wait with mentioning which ones for quite a while longer.

There is an extra treat for you at the end of this chapter, in memory of Alan Rickman.

I believe Snape would have acted differently if he saw more of Lily than James in their child. Here, he does.

/Minna Vipera

Edited on 16th of October 2018

"Speaking normally"

'Thinking'

(Author's note)

"Telepathy/Pack talking"

"Animals talking"

Tuesday morning arrived with – surprise surprise – even more rain. What had previously been a fine drizzle had developed overnight and the three most recent additions to the Olympic peninsula woke to heavy rain pounding on their windows. Hermione won the epic battle of What To Do Before School-testing with the two main arguments of "I also want to be able to talk to Fluffy, now help me", and "You know Atoria will kill you if you came back looking like we did yesterday, right?", and therefore the three of them spent the entire morning and early afternoon in the library searching for any mentions of Lycan, Cerberus or other magical wolves and pack animals before getting in the car and driving through the heavy rain to Forks High. The parking lot was all but full this time as well, but Haley managed to manoeuvre into one of the few available spots without trouble. The two who had never been there before looked around, mentally comparing everything to the provided map of the campus, while Haley led them to the secretary's office. The same lady was there and she looked up and smiled when the three of them entered.

"Hello again, I see you brought your cousins. Hermione and Luna Rey I suppose?"

"Yes ma'am, I am Hermione and this is Luna" Hermione provided. "We are here for the testing."

"Yes of course. You are a bit early, the classroom won't be free for another fifteen minutes, until then you may roam around as you wish or wait here. The room you will be in is in building three, the second door to your left. Professor Mason and Professor Banner will arrive in twenty-five minutes with the tests."

"Thank you Ms Cope, I think we will head there now. You wouldn't happen to have a big umbrella we could borrow? We may be from Britain, but this is even worse than what we are used to."

"There are a few in the corner over there. Just make sure you hand them back before you leave and it'll be all right. Good luck, I expect your results will arrive in two to three days to your post box." The corner Ms Cope had indicated had an umbrella stand containing five umbrellas of various colours.

"Thank you, have a nice day."

Luna ended up taking a blue and yellow umbrella, Hermione a brown one and Haley a bright green one before exiting the office and heading for building three. The rain was still pouring down, but thanks to the umbrellas (and maybe one or two carefully concealed impervius) they made it to the door dry and warm. They waited in the corridor while calmly chatting about how different this school was from Hogwarts. When the classroom doors opened more than one student did a double take at the sight of the three beauties. A few recognized Haley from the day before but none could say who the other two were. Eventually one boy gathered enough courage to walk up to them.

"Umm, hello. I'm Mike, Mike Newton, are you three new? I haven't seen you around before, I think I'd remember if I had, or are you waiting for someone? If you are looking for the Cullens they aren't here by the way. If you want I can show you around the school..."

The three witches-turned-wolves exchanged amused glances, this was almost like fourth year all over again, only now it was directed at them and not the visiting French girls *cough*Fleur*cough*. Eventually Hermione stepped up to relieve the boy of his embarrassment.

"Thank you Mike, but we are fine. We are new students, we moved here a few days ago. Ms Cope gave us a map of campus, so you don't need to show us around."

"Oh, then I guess... I'll be going... See you around? If you need any help with anything just ask!" Mike all but fled after that and most of those who had stayed to eavesdrop on the conversation trailed after him while shooting the three girls awed looks.

They waited outside the classroom until it was empty before entering and sitting down on three of the desks in the front to wait for the teachers. A few minutes later the two teachers entered. The first was fairly tall and balding, somewhere in his fifties, while the second was of medium height with glasses and dark curly hair. He was also carrying a three inches thick stack of papers.

"Good afternoon ladies" the first one greeted them. "I assume you are the three misses Ray. I am Vance Mason and I teach English here. This is Bruce Banner, the Biology and Physics teacher. Just to make things easier for us, who is who of you?" "I'm Hermione." "Haley." "And I'm Luna." "Thank you. Do you have any specific classes you wish to take apart from the core classes? The core classes are Biology, Physics, Chemistry, Maths, English, Government, Home Economics, Arts and History as I'm sure you know."

"Yes, we also plan to take the Geography course, Music and Language. I have some experience with French from before while Haley and Luna intend to study Latin." Hermione replied calmly. They had all but elected her to be spokesperson in most school related things the evening before.

"Then I will be right back, I'll just get the tests for the language classes." Professor Banner said before he hurried out of the door. Professor Mason on the other hand had started separating the pile of papers into three equal parts and put them in front of each girl. "I expect you to fill these out to the best of your ability. Music and arts will be tested tomorrow as neither teacher is available today and you can't really do this kind of tests for those subjects. Good luck and no talking. Professor Banner will be here in a few minutes with the last tests." With that professor Mason sat down at the teacher's desk and pulled yet another stack of papers from nowhere and started marking them.

Haley, Luna and Hermione all turned their papers and started to fill them in. The entire thing took around two hours and both professors seemed quite relieved they wouldn't have to stay in school until midnight.

"Thank you, you should expect the results in three to five days' time. The school will give you a call when we are finished as well as an official letter with the results", Professor Banner told them as they handed in the papers.

"That may be a small issue professor, back in England we only had a land-line and our current residence doesn't even have that. We were planning on going to Seattle and get a cell phone each tomorrow, should we stop by after that and let you know our numbers? Ms Cope has our address already" Hermione spoke up.

"Yes of course, but where on earth do you live that doesn't have a land-line?"

"The old Peverell mansion. It has been in our family for generations, but no one has really lived there for at least fifty years, other than for maintenance."

"Peverell mansion? I had forgotten that one even existed, isn't it somewhere to the Northwest?" professor Mason asked. Professor Banner was simply looking confused. Apparently he had moved to Forks not too long ago and was still in the process of trying to figure out most of the things the natives took for granted. Like the stories of the old mansion or the legends about the giant wolves. The three witches-turned-Lycan had to admit they had heard something about giant wolves from the 'woman who had taken care of the manor for the last ten years', and they obviously knew about the manor.

The ride back home was event-less other than a calm chatter about the different tests and how they expected to do in the different classes. They were all very confident about the English course after six years of the foot-long handwritten essays that mainly Snape and professor McGonagall were so fond of. Luna and Haley joked that Hermione was likely to fail the arts class before they even started school properly, Haley remembered her attempt at drawing a bowtruckle in fifth year and wasn't likely to let the girl in question forget it any time soon. She had framed the drawing and spelled it indestructible within minutes of its completion. Hermione was quick to counter that Haley's sense for music was equally likely to make her fail, but that was shot down immediately when Luna pointed out that Hermione was almost as bad at it. This in turn led to an all-out tickle war between Hermione and Luna, Haley was only spared because she was driving. The minute she stopped the car beside the house they were on her too.

Hermione eventually lost the epic battle before Bubbles came out to tell them that dinner was ready. After dinner they went for a run and played a bit with Fluffy before going inside to sleep. They could've slept outside in their Lycan shapes, but doing so would likely make them the targets of both Atoria and Misty's disappointment, something neither girl was very keen on. They may have been house elves, but they were better than Molly Weasley and Dumbledore combined when it came to making you feel ashamed when they were disappointed.

And I'm aware the tests should take way longer than they did (at least in my opinion) but I didn't feel like making them stay in the school until eight or something... So we'll say they finished in two hours and that that is a fairly normal time to finish in. Even if it includes an essay in English...

Sorry about the short chapter, I hope you don't mind too much. Next chapter will be shopping in Seattle and some interactions with the American wizarding community. Not a lot but at least a little.

And I kind of hope I made up for the short chapter a little with this add-on, which started as a 500ish word tribute and ended up being longer than the entire chapter... Oops, sorry, not sorry, the chapter would have been the same length even without the omake, so be happy because it wasn't really planned at all.

Don't forget to review, I like reviews, they usually bring up stuff I've forgotten entirely *cough*Teddy*cough* or haven't checked properly, which leads to random ideas and a pen without ink...

Rest in Peace Alan Rickman, 21/2-1946 – 14/1-2016

You will be missed by millions

"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

Severus Snape never forgave himself for those words. His deepest desire had from that point been to take them back. He had pleaded with her, he had begged her to forgive him, but deep down he had known as soon as those words were out of his mouth he had lost her forever.

It hurt.

It hurt even more when she started hanging out with Potter and his friends a year later.

He nearly killed himself on the night of the Potter wedding. If not for the war it would have been a grand thing. The popular and brilliant Head Girl marrying the equally popular Head Boy, who also happens to be the scion of a well-liked, rich and influential family. Yes, it would have been a wedding to behold if it wasn't for the war. Instead it was small, only the closest friends and family had been invited.

Severus had received an invite in her handwriting.

He had hid in the shadows, never letting the couple or their guests know he was there. Petunia was missing, although Severus had no doubts that she had been invited. He had comforted Lily enough times both before and during their Hogwarts years when Petunia had – or hadn't – responded to her owls.

Potter had been smiling through the entire thing, never looking away from the angel by his side. Black and Lupin had stood next to him, Pettigrew had apparently opted out. Severus wondered what his excuse had been this time. Sick mother?

The most painful part had been seeing his angel smiling back at Potter. Every time it twisted the knife in his heart a little deeper. That could have been me. If I only had held my mouth. He had missed her glancing out at the crowd, searching for someone. Searching for him, although every time someone asked about it afterwards she would tell them she was looking for her sister.

When he heard a part of a prophesy about a child that would bring down the Dark Lord three years later he reported it to his master without a second thought. Sixteen months later he cursed a dead man for making the few who knew about Pettigrew being a death eater swear an unbreakable vow not to reveal it.

He had warned Dumbledore she had been targeted the second he knew. The old man had promised he would keep her safe. Keep her child safe.

He had failed, and with that so had Severus' faith in the world.

The only thing, the only person, that now tied him to life was a small fifteen months old baby girl with her mother's looks and green – so very green – eyes and the pitch black hair of her father.

He had been forced to let Hagrid take her, he expected her to be raised by a wizarding family, probably her god mother, Alice Longbottom. When the Longbottoms were attacked without the little girl being mentioned as killed or missing he desperately hoped he had been wrong. When Black had been arrested he had again cursed the Dark Lord for making him swear to not reveal the true traitor.

Ten years later she had been sorted. At first he hadn't recognized her. She had been small, by far the smallest in her year, and rarely raised her eyes above the floor. She seemed to never look anyone in the eyes.

The sorting itself had taken nearly ten minutes and since she had been facing the students and not the staff he had sent a weak legilimency probe at one boy in the front. He had sworn to himself to never use legilimency on her unless it was an emergency. The probe didn't help. She had been looking at the floor without moving a muscle in her face or betraying a single thought. After what had felt like an eternity the hat shouted out the house of the Foolish and he wasn't sure whether his world was breaking a bit more or if he was relieved she was like her mother. He had observed her the rest of the feast and noticed she never spoke unless spoken to, and even then it was only with short replies. She shrunk away every time anyone tried to dunk her back or hug her in welcoming. She jumped slightly at sudden sounds and completely froze when the Gryffindor house ghost stuck his head through the table in front of her.

In short she was nothing like he had imagined.

He had imagined a girl who could make a friend out of anyone, a girl with a temper to match her mothers, possibly-but-hopefully-not a girl with a fondness of pranks to rival her father.

Not a child who looked like she was nine and seemed to flinch at her own shadow.

He was going to have words with a certain headmaster when this was over.

Petunia.

He had put her with Petunia of all people. Anyone would have been better. Even the Malfoys would probably have been better, there he would at least have been able to keep an eye on her as Draco's god father. Petunia. How on earth did he think that could possibly be a good idea? The woman hated her sister, it was no secret. He wasn't surprised she would treat her niece the same way she treated her sister.

It wasn't until her first potions class he had gotten a closer look at her hair. Red highlights streaked through the pitch black and reflected the light from the torches on the walls.

The knife was twisted harder.

If only I had said something. Anything. Asked more about her location. Demanded that she be taken from Petunia.

He had been all but forced to not show any kind of favouritism towards her due to the many slytherins in the class, but that didn't mean he had to torment her. He did however assign her and the Longbottom kid – the one who could have been the child of prophesy and saved her – a detention each when the boy's cauldron exploded. They had been sharing a workspace so he took the opportunity to speak to her alone.

The boy was assigned to cleaning cauldrons while he had her help him grade summer homework. Normally he would never let a student near such work, but he needed to talk to her. When she sat down in his office he walked to the bookshelf and retrieved a book he set down in front of her. It was one of his most precious treasures and her eyes grew huge when she opened it.

It was an album.

An album with a little girl that looked like her but with flaming red hair. Some of the pictures were moving, but most in the beginning were muggle photographs, taken by her mother and father. As the girl and the dark haired boy who usually accompanied her in the pictures grew older more and more of them were moving. In a few pictures there was an older blonde girl she recognized from pictures in her aunt's house. Aunt Petunia. Did that make the red haired girl her mother?

Severus had not really been surprised she had never seen a picture of her mother and reluctantly pointed out her father in one of the pictures in the back. He was somewhat relieved when she quickly went back to staring at her mother and for the first time since he first saw her she had a small smile on her face.

That very second Severus swore to himself and every god and deity he knew of that he would forever do anything he could to keep her safe. Anything.

He kept helping her behind the scenes through the years, often in the form of detentions and without even telling the headmaster about it. He taught her occlumency in third year after a student had been possessed by an old book and she had befriended the basilisk under the school, he taught her to become an animagus in fourth year in the midst of the tri-wizard tournament – she was a snowy owl, just like the one she herself owned, but also like the one her mother had once owned – he taught her silent and wandless casting and apparation in fourth and fifth year, he helped her every step on the way where he could. It was the least he could do after condemning his angel to death. He told her of the prophesy, or at least what he knew of it.

He had seen her grow from the shy and timid fawn she was when she arrived to a strong young woman and he realized early on he loved her almost like a daughter. Secretly she was his pride. She was everything that made life worth living.

He may have visited Petunia during the Christmas holidays of her first year to 'kindly ask' her to treat the little girl like an actual human being. There may have been a few curses involved as well when he found out about her previous sleeping arrangements and the unnatural amount of chores she had been assigned on a daily basis. Maybe.

At the end of sixth year he had been forced to kill Dumbledore. He had explained to her beforehand why it had to happen and she had been surprisingly accepting. Even then she played the part of furious student extremely well and followed their own plan. He would take all blame to ensure the Dark Lord would trust him and at the same time protect Draco. She wasn't that fond of the Malfoy scion but did not wish for him to become a murderer either.

The next year she never appeared in the school, she and a few of her friends seemed to have dropped off the face of the planet. The Dark Lord was furious about it but Severus had safely made a tactical retreat to Hogwarts in his mission to act as headmaster. He managed to keep sporadic contact with her and was once in a while visited by a white snowy owl. It never appeared when someone else was nearby and when it did it would turn into her and he would give her a hug and thank the spirits she was alive. He also made sure she got the silver sword of Gryffindor which had appeared to her in second year and had ended up coated in basilisk venom and pierced through the first horocrux.

In late March Severus got a message that something was very wrong. The Dark Mark started burning. Not to call him, but to signify that the Dark Lord was extremely displeased. After two days without an explanation the white owl showed up again. She explained about the skirmish at Malfoy manor, how the little house elf had given his life for them, how the rat had died. How Bellatrix had unknowingly given them the next location, although she refused to tell him where it was.

The next time something was very wrong was on the evening of May 1st. The Mark had burned worse than ever before and Severus couldn't help but think that this would be it. The diary was gone, so were the ring and the locket and hopefully the cup. That left Nagini, the girl herself and likely one more object. He could only hope it all would work out.

The night between the 1st and the 2nd of May would quite literally be hell for many.

Severus had fled the castle when she arrived to reduce the risk of the two of them having to face each other. And because Minerva McGonagall can be almost as scary as her when properly angered.

He knew he would not survive the night. The elder wand was his to command, the Dark Lord would come after him for that. If he didn't Severus would likely be killed by the 'Light Side'. He had angered enough people to ensure none would like to see anything else than him dead. He could only hope she wouldn't have to watch in that case.

The Shrieking Shack.

Lucius had brought him there while shaking in his boots. The Dark Lord had come for the wand after all. He had Nagini strike at him several times, but it took only two strikes for his blood to run cold.

On the second strike he fell.

As he fell he saw a glimpse of green eyes.

His first thought was that his angel was early to pick him up.

His second was deep regret as he realized exactly who those green – so very green – eyes belonged to.

She had seen.

She was crying.

He willed himself to cry out his memories. To give her the one last gift he could.

He would give her the memories of her mother. The memories if her father.

But most of all he would give her the memories of how she saved his life merely through existing every day. Through laughing. Through smiling at him. Through becoming his daughter in all but blood. Through letting him redeem himself, even if he never would let himself forgive those words.

"Take … it … Take … it ..."

Her trembling hands conjured a small flask to catch his tears. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Look … at … me …"

Pitch black eyes met her green – so very green – eyes one last time and the hand that had been gently caressing her cheek thudded to the floor.

He could only hope that this would be enough.

His last thought was the hope that he would always protect her.

Always