A/N: This story WILL NOT directly follow the 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' book word for word. There will be the occasional quote here and there, but the book follows mainly Logan and Remus as they come to find the truth out about Sirius. The book will continue to follow the remaining Marauders through books 4-7.

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"You sure you wanna take the train, Moonbeam?" Logan asked Remus as she prepared to Floo to Hogwarts, wanting to 'avoid the loud children and inevitable migraines as much as possible' in her words.

"Yeah, I'm positive," Remus smiled up at her from where he was reading the Daily Prophet and drinking a mug of hot chocolate, "I think it'll be good for a professor to be there considering the Dementors that'll be looming around."

Logan chuckled ruefully and shakes her head. "I cannot believe that Dumbledore is actually allowing those happiness-suckers on school grounds."

"Logan, Sirius escaped Azkaban," Remus said to Logan as if she could have forgotten, "Harry could be in real danger. You said it yourself."

Logan sighed while plopping down in the chair across from Remus. "I know but... Moony, do you honestly think that Sirius would go after Harry? He's his godchild, after all."

Remus unceremoniously dropped the paper into the table. "You need to stop this Logan."

"Stop what?" Logan asked even though she knows exactly 'what'.

"Acting like you hate his guts and want to shift into Kit to maul him the first chance you have, and then going soft and making comments like that." Remus told her, slightly agitated.

Logan dropped her head onto the table with a groan. "It's just so confusing, Remy... He was just such an important, huge chunk of my life and it sucks to think it was a lie. That the brave, kind, selfless, hilarious git that I grew up turned out to be nothing more than just another evil, murderous, manipulative Black that should've ended up in Slytherin with the rest of his horrendous family."

Remus sighed and reached across the table to pat Logan's head, "I know how you feel, Logan."

Logan let out a bitter laugh. "You mean you slept with the man who sold your sister, brother-in-law and nephew out to You-Know-Who?"

Remus involuntarily let out a chuckle which earned him a glare from Logan.

"Is Lily and James' death funny to you, Lupin?" She growled.

All humor immediately lost from Remus' face, he shook his head. "Of course not, Kit, it's just that I didn't know Sirius to quite that extent."

"Sometimes I wish I didn't either..."

••••

"Dementor?!" Logan screeched at Madam Pomfrey as she checked over Harry. "You people allowed MY NEPHEW TO BE ATTACKED!?"

"Aunt Logan," Harry quietly interrupted his aunt's ranting, "it's alright, I'm fine. Remus got rid of the Dementor."

"Damn lucky he did." She muttered and then turned back to Madam Pomfrey. "You are damn lucky he knew how to get rid of the depression they leave behind."

"I agree." Madam Pomfrey nodded, unafraid of Logan's withering glare. "It'll be good for these children to have a Defense professor who knows what he's doing."

Logan curtly nodded. "Do you mind if I have a moment with my nephew?"

"No," Madam Pomfrey shakes her head, "I'll be in my office. Just call to me when you're finished so I can check him out and send him to his common room." She headed back to her office.

"Harry," Logan sighed as she sat next to her nephew on the hospital bed, "do you want to talk about what you saw?"

"No..." Harry shook his head. "I'd rather not."

"If it was about James and Lily, it might help to tell me about it. I don't talk about them much either and you and I can both agree on the fact that I can be a bit paranoid and shaky about stuff sometimes." Logan smoothed down Harry's messy hair.

"It was the night that Voldemort killed them." Harry looked down at the ground.

"Harry..."

"She sacrificed herself for me!" Harry said, his voice raising. "She was begging him to let me live!"

Logan wrapped her arms around her nephew, eyes filling with tears. "They loved you so much Harry."

Harry pulled away from Logan, a sad look on his face. "But I never had the chance to love them."

For a few minutes they just sat there in silence, taking in one another's comfort, eventually Logan walked Harry back to the Gryffindor common room.

"This is where I leave you, young warrior." Logan smirked and said to Harry in an overly dramatic voice. "Make wise decisions and follow good paths. Make your elders proud!"

Harry chortled, "by 'elders', do you mean Remus and you?"

"Yes," Logan nodded, "but keep in mind, you ever call me old to my face and it'll be... Off to the dungeons!"

"I think you're getting stuff mixed up, Aunt Logan." Harry shook his head, still chuckling.

"Probably," Logan tilted her head in thought, "I guess that being raised as a muggle for more than ten years and then taking Muggle Studies didn't really help my 'Muggle knowledge'."

"Okay," Harry laughed, "I'll see you in class tomorrow, Aunt Logan."

"Right-o, Harry," Logan smiled, "see ya then. But remember, we're in school. It's Professor Evans till further notice."

"Goodnight..." Harry smirked, "Professor Evans."

"Goodnight..." Logan repeated, "student, and not my nephew. I do not know you out of school. I don't know that your favorite muggle junk food is cinnamon doughnuts. Or that you're allergic to bee stings."

"Oh, yeah," Harry cringed, remembering the 'bee incident' from the summer after his first year, "poor Mrs. Weasley almost had a panic attack. She didn't know what was wrong with me."

"She's a trooper," Logan laughed, "everything was fine."

She then smiled at her nephew and drew him in for a quick hug. "I'm glad you're okay after tonight, but I need to go make some rounds with Remus. Ya know, check all the broom closets for mischievous students who have nothing better to do than sneak off at night to snog."

"Okay," Harry laughed at his aunt, "Goodnight Aunt Logan– er, Professor Evans."

"Goodnight, Mr. Potter." Logan turned around and began walking to Remus' quarters as Harry gave the Fat Lady the password and climbed into the portrait hole.

••••

When Logan reached Remus' room, she knocked on the portrait entrance. "Hey, Moony, you ready for rounds? Open up!"

"Ugh!" Shouted the portrait of a skinny, old woman with grey hair and lots of make-up with a poofy, blood red dress on. "Can't a woman get some rest in this castle? If it's not the annoying children that run by screeching, or Peeves dropping water on me, it's professors who think they're 'all that' and don't have to show an old woman some consideration."

Just as Logan was getting ready to make a quip at the bitter woman, the portrait swung open and Remus stepped out. "Kit, hey, yeah I'm ready."

When Remus closed the portrait and the old women saw him, a flirtatious grin appeared on her wrinkly face and she began to bat her eyelashes. "Oh, my good sir, are you here to save me from the perils of this foolish, insolent, little ginger?"

"Hey!" Logan gave an indignant shout of opposition. "I'll have you know that people pay hundreds of dollars for this color!"

"Kit, let's not argue with the picture." Remus muttered under his breath to Logan, who is now glaring daggers at the portrait. He then turned to the old lady and spoke louder, "ah, Estella, my love, you are looking absolutely stunning. But, alas, I mustn't dawdle in this corridor, as the inhabitants of Hogwarts' safety depends on me, tonight."

As Estella was fawning over Remus' 'bravery', he quickly took Logan by the elbow and lead her away from the portrait.

"Ahahaha!" Logan doubled over in laughter as soon as they were at a safe distance. "My good sir! The old lady in the painting has a crush on you! She fancies you!"

"Oh, shut it!" Remus snapped as he was beginning to feel a headache coming on.

"Okay, okay!" Logan surrendered under Remus' glare. "Let's just do our rounds and make sure that no little snots are trying to get lucky in a broom closet."

"I remember when you used to try and 'get lucky' in all the broom closets." Remus scoffed at his best friend.

"That's different." Logan replied indignantly as they began to walk down various corridors. "And I didn't try to get shagged. I did get shagged because incase you forgot, I was a catch."

"Yeah," Remus laughed, bumping her shoulder lightly with his own, "I distinctly remember telling you that I no longer wanted to hear about your little rendezvous."

"Yeah, yea-" Logan stopped when she hears rustling coming from inside one of the broom closets. "Oh, Moony, we've got our first catch of the night. It's good one, I can feel it!"

"I don't get why these children must snog in broom closets after hours. It's only the first night back for Merlin's sake!" Remus shook his head as Logan readied to yank open the closet door.

"Busted!" She murmured as she pulled the door open quickly. Then as the students turned around and they see who they were, Logan's eyes widened comically. "Percy? You're out after hours, snogging?"

"Miss Evans! Er- I mean Professor Evans, what are you doing in the corridors?" Percy stumbled over his words as he fixed his glasses that had gone askew and the blonde girl he'd been kissing fixed her hair.

"Me? I'm a professor, Mr. Weasley, I'm doing rounds." Logan began to laugh. "Oh, T-Squared would just love this. Your mother would be just beside herself."

"No!" Percy exclaimed loudly. "Don't tell anyone! Please, Professor, my record would be ruined, being caught in a position like this one."

"Go on," Logan smirked, "get to your common rooms. And I hate to do this to you, but five points from Gryffindor."

She turned to the blonde she recognized as Penelope Clearwater. "Five from Ravenclaw too, Miss Clearwater."

"Thank you, Professor," Percy bowed his head in embarrassment, "I can assure you that this will not happen again."

Percy and Penelope scurried off in opposite directions toward their respective common rooms.

Remus turned to Logan, "is he one of Molly and Arthur's?"

"Yep," Logan nodded, "third oldest. He's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, though, so I actually can't even be mad about him breaking the rules for once. It's really hilarious to be honest with you, Moonbeam."

"Of course you aren't mad," Remus laughed, "that's all you used to do from fourth year up!"

"I thought you didn't want to hear about my 'rendezvous'?" Logan nudged Remus on the arm as they continue down the corridors.

"I don't," Remus smiled slightly, "I'm just saying that you'd be a bit of a hypocrite if you were angry."

"I'm no hypocrite, Moony!" Logan exclaimed with mock indignation.

"I didn't say you were!"

"I'm so cool," Logan said and Remus could tell she was about to ramble on, "that I freeze in hundred degree heat. I'm like the cool aunt that buys you stuff and takes you places and never ever judges you or tries to talk about sex with you. I'm awesome! I'm the cool teacher, Moonboy. You can only hope to live up to me and my unblemished record of cool. They call me 'Professor Cool: Queen of Awesome'. They love me. I am their ruler, their savior. I am the light in their darkness, Remus!"

"Sure you are!" Remus almost doubled over in laughter.

"I am!" Logan glared at her friend and colleague. "You're doubting me! Don't you doubt me!"

"I would never!" Remus mock gasped and clapped a hand over his heart. "It hurts that you would even say that! I'm wounded, you have wounded me."

"Shut up!"

"Oh, Kit," Remus laughed, "I'm only playing."

"I'm like their God, Moony." Logan told Remus firmly.

"And I don't doubt it for a second, Kit."