The man sat hunched over at his desk, finally finished grading the last few papers. It was times like this that made him question the very reason he became a teacher, and why in the heavens he had to give so much homework? He sighed to himself, knowing that soon his third years would be arriving, and with them, more papers.

Remus Lupin glanced at the clock, which told him he only had a few minutes to set up the classroom for his next lesson. Normally, a less advanced man would have spent hours preparing for the upcoming lesson, even with the aid of his wand. But Lupin wasn't a less advanced man, and in minutes the classroom was ready for the next class. Luckily, he would only be teaching them how to stun, which he doubted that they didn't already know, but it would still be amusing to see them do it anyway. A man like Remus Lupin deserved some amusement in his life, and the marauder in him (or perhaps it was the approaching moon) prompted him to make his class humor him.

He glanced up, pleased with his work of converting the classroom into a dueling floor, to the sound of the door banging open, and three angry teenagers walked in. Well, not all of the three were angry, just one. And it was no surprise to see Harry Potter, back from the hospital wing, looking very angry indeed.

The boy seemed to be venting to his friends. "How could he not have told me?" His expression tightened. The girl with the bushy brown hair reached out to him. "Perhaps Dumbledore didn't know…"

Harry shrugged her off. "He had to have known! I just can't believe that… she … wouldn't take me in!"

The red headed boy beside Harry sighed. "Maybe… you know… she-um- couldn't find you, mate." Harry's eyes flashed with anger. "She said she's my bloody Godmother! Why does she pick now to find me? Why didn't she come get me before?"

The three continued to debate, but the professor was no longer listening. Godmother? He could only think of one woman that had earned herself the title of becoming Potter's godmother. But she was dead. There was no possible way she could have contacted Harry…

"Harry." Lupin interrupted the threesome's talk. "You got contact… from your godmother?" Harry looked surprised for a moment that the professor was listing. "Yes, Professor." He said somewhat timidly, as Lupin was beginning to discover the boy was around most adults. "She wrote me a letter." The boy blinked. "When I was sick." He drew a piece of parchment out of his bag. "You don't think she might be dangerous, do you?"

Lupin snatched the paper out of the boys hand. It was a simple piece of paper, much like the ones he and his friends had once written messages to each other on. On it was a single sentence, signed by a single name. It went like this;

Dear Harry.

I heard you've gotten into a bit of trouble. Perhaps this will help you.

Signed,

Your 'fairy' Godmother.

On the back, written in rushed print read;

Oops, almost forgot. Place the feather in your potion next time in Snapes class. It should achieve some interesting results.

Lupin drew in a sharp breath. It was not the content that surprised him (any student would want to take out snape) but the writing itself. Long and loopy at the l's and g's, but short and stubby at the vowels. It was unmistakably Harry's godmother's writing, which proved that she was… alive.

Lupin blinked, suddenly noticing that he had been staring at the parchment for entirly too long. "No Harry. Your parents chose your Godmother for a reason." Lupin handed the paper back to the boy. He hesitated before telling the next part. "She was your mother's best friend."

A look of realization washed over Harry, and Lupin could see how he visibly relaxed. "Thank you professor." The three friends flounced off to do what kids do, leaving Lupin alone to think. So Harry's Godmother was alive… And knew how the boy was doing… Lupin sighed and rubbed his temples. It was a lot to take in.

"Tonks, will you come here a second?" Remus and the other men in the room looked up at Lilly as Tonks trotted over to the tired woman. Lily had had Harry over a week ago, but still remained relatively weak, thanks to James' insistence of protecting her.

"Yeah, Lils?" Tonks asked, morphing her hair a luxurious brown, making Lily chuckle. "I have something I'd like to ask you."

Tonks perched on the end of the couch. "Anything for my bestie." The redhead grinned, and closed her eyes for a second. "Since James got to pick Harry's Godfather," Lily sent a glare at Sirus, "Its only fair if I get to choose my son's Godmother." Again Lily paused, as if saying the words had some sort of effect on her.

"Since you're far more likely to let Harry have a good life if anything… happened to us," She sent a meaningful look to James, "We were wondering if you'd like to be Godmother."

The room sat in shocked silence for a moment, watching Tonks as her whole face turned pale. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, the first time in ages the Marauders had truly seen one of they're own shocked.

Then Tonks broke out into a grin, her hair turning a happy bubblegum pink. "Of course I will Lilly!" She gushed, giving her friend a hug. "As long as he doesn't call me 'godmother'. Do I look like a plump old fairy to you?" The rest of the room laughed, while Lupin contemplated to tell her that no, she didn't look like a plump fairy, that she did look quite beautiful indeed, sitting by the firelight. In fact, he probably would have told her this if Sirus Black wasn't in the room, as it would have probably earned him a punch in the mouth. Sirus was overly protective of his little cousin, to the point where the poor bloke that had asked her to the dance in sixth year regretted it, and that was only scratching the surface…

Lupin knew that if somehow Tonks was alive, (which if he knew his friend, she would be) she would do everything to keep her promise to Lily, that she'd keep Harry safe. Lupin wondered where she was, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to see her again. And perhaps he'd find out for once and for all why the pretty girl left, although he almost feared the reason why. You see, after three years of mourning, Lupin couldn't help but feel that Tonks's disappearance was sort of his fault.