Most of you voted for the same house I was leaning for, so I am glad my writing skills are not completely shot. ^-^ Sorry it took so long to update, I have been really busy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Remus and Severus would not have died.

"Lupin, Theodore." McGonagall called. Whispers broke out, no doubt due to my name as they remembered my father and tried to figure out if we were related. I just stepped up and sat on the stool, and the hat was placed over my head.

I took a deep breath and held it as a voice sounded in my ear.

"Well. A half-werewolf. A metamorphagus. A time-traveler. Any one of those would be astounding, and yet you are all three..."

I felt my face getting hot. It wasn't everyday you got flattered by a hat.

"Thank you." I thought.

"And well mannered too. What a treat indeed. Now, where to put you. Smart, yes, but no Ravenclaw. Loyal far surpassing any Hufflepuff, with a plan whose ambition shadows any Slytherin, and the Griffyndor bravery of one far past your age. But Slytherin would not help you in your purpose here. I cannot place you there without hindering you efforts. Your mother was a Hufflepuff... but no. GRIFFYNDOR!" The hat finally shouted. Cheers erupted from the Lion's. Not only were the Weasley's, Trio, and Neville there to give their support, but the rest of the house was glad they got the relative of their old teacher as well. I smiled as the hat was taken off my head, and decided to show a little Griffyndor pride, as well as get my ability out in the open. I changed my hair from blue to a swirling mass of red and gold. There was a rippling gasp that I ignored as I happily say beside my godfather. Harry and Ron proudly pounded me on the back as Dumbledore stood up and commanded for quiet. Everyone was surprised when the toad Umbridge interrupted him for her own speech, informing everyone of the Ministry's interference that year.

"Right old cow." I snarled when she sat down.

"What on Earth did that mean?" Ron asked. Hermione explained to him as Teddy tucked into the food.

"Is she really as bad as she seems?" Harry asked me.

"Worse. You have scars from that old hag. Don't cross her Harry, I mean it." i warned him, knowing perfectly well that my words would be ignored. He was too hot tempered to listen to her call him a liar and not speak up. "And Crookshanks would probably be a better teacher, but you take care of that in the end."

"What?"

"You start the D.A. this year in retaliation to her poor teaching skills."

"I start... but I thought you said that was what the Order was called in your time!" He said.

"I did. You started it. Of course, it was 'Mione's idea, but you were the one who taught everybody. Remember the Room of Requirement I told you about? That is what you use it for this year."

"I... Wha- no!" Harry protested. "I can't teach anyone!"

I just shrugged. We would see what happened in the end.

After the feast I was shown to the Griffyndor tower and the third year dorms. I met the third year boys whom I would be sharing with, Dennis Creevy, Nigel Barker, and Danny Miller. They were very impressed with my metamorph abilities, but were polite enough not to exploit them, and asked how I knew Harry and if I was related to their old professor. I answered all of their questions, and they seemed nice.

"Just don't let my older brother Colin know how close you are with Harry." Dennis groaned. "I love my brother, but he idolizes him too much."

"Thanks for the tip." I smiled.

We stayed up, and I got to know them as well. Dennis had an artistic flair. While his brother captured everything he could with a camera, Dennis captured the same things on paper. He sketched his friends, the grounds, the teachers, anything that he could, and filled up several notebooks with drawings. He enchanted several to move, but he told me that he was just getting the hang of it.

Nigel was a determined student, although not nearly so much as Hermione. He confided that his parents were muggleborn, and in order to keep going to Hogwarts, he had to ensure them that he was learning all that he could.

"I don't want to go back now." he said. "The muggle world is great and all, but magic... it has become who I am, you know?"

As for Danny, he was rambunctious and full of energy, just ready to make people laugh. He reminded me of what Sirius must have been like at his age. The four of us became friends, the first real friends I had ever had. In the meantime, I was able to work on school and get better on the subjects I was lacking. Except History of Magic. I fell asleep in that class every time without fail.

Harry, of course, was unable to hold his tongue during Defense Against the Dark Arts, and landed himself in detention as I knew he would. I waited up for him that night, and had bandages ready for his return.

"You could have told me." Harry hissed when I helped him wrap up his hand.

"I did. I told you that woman left you with scars." I reminded him.

"A bit of specificity wouldn't have hurt."

I 'accidentally' tied the linen tighter than necessary and he yelped.

"Whoops. My bad." I said. He glowered at me, but his anger was interrupted by Ron coming inside, trying ineffectively to hide his broomstick behind his back. After a bit of prying from Harry, he admitted to have just come from Quidditch tryouts.

"Really? That's great!" Harry said.

"You think so? You're not mad?"

"Of course not! It is brilliant mate."

Ron seemed to exhale.

"That is so cool." I agreed. "I've never seen a game of Quidditch before."

They both looked at me like I had spontaneously grown another head before Harry clapped me on the back.

"It is brilliant. You'll love it." I made him explain to me all the rules, and Ron took over afterwards, explaining moves and teams and statistics. I didn't really follow that part of the conversation, but I listened intently anyway. It made him happy to talk about it, and it made me feel normal just to listen.

The conversation paused when a tapping on the window drew our attention away. We looked to see Hedwig flying with a note on her leg. Harry took it from her with thanks and a treat, and read it aloud.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I sincerely hope that you, Miss Granger and Misters Weasley and Lupin will join me this afternoon in my office. I do enjoy sugar quills.

Professor Dumbledore

"I wonder if it is about..." I trailed off, not wanting to say horcruxes aloud. "And what does he mean by liking sugar quills?"

"That will be his password." Harry explained. "And I dunno. I guess we will just have to wait for tonight to find out."