August 11th, 1992

The Burrow

12:40am

It was midnight and without surprise, Roxana was wide awake. She stared out the window, willing herself to at least daydream, but she couldn't. The stars couldn't be seen from the angle of the window sill and she had to hold back a cry. Definitely not wanting to wake up everyone in the middle of the night, Roxana quietly transformed into her animagus. She skillfully lept from the ledge and onto the roof. Luckily, the Weasley's had a ghoul in the attic, so whatever noise was heard would be disregarded. She transformed back and sat down looking up at the source of her worry and let out a breath of relief. The stars were there like they were supposed to be. The moon was almost full and it along with the constellations oddly calmed her.

7:00am

Ginny had gotten up very early and noticed that Roxana wasn't in the room, but her bed looked slept in, maybe she's in the twin's room. Though when she opened the door to said room, her brothers were sleeping soundly and no girl was in between them. A few minutes later when she wandered back into her room, Ginny found Roxana sorting through her suitcase.

"Ahh!" Ginny rapidly put her hand over her mouth in order to keep quiet, but Roxana had already jumped up and gasped.

"Ginny!" She whispered fiercely. "Don't… don't scare me like that. Honestly, you gave me a heart attack." Roxana held her hand over her rapidly beating heart. Ginny quickly closed the door.

"Sorry, you weren't here when I woke. Where were you?" Ginny asked curiously. It wasn't like Roxana to wander off.

"On the roof. I couldn't sleep." Roxana said and lifted up a dark grey shirt that she planned on wearing. Ginny ignored the first comment, it just wasn't possible.

"I'm sorry, maybe we can get dreamless sleep when we're in Diagon Alley?"

"Ginerva Molly Weasley… Ginny. You're brilliant. How have I never thought of that?" Roxana smiled so brightly, Ginny couldn't help smiling back.

August 19th, 1992

Diagon Alley

"Merlin's beard, I think we lost Harry Potter." said in shock as everyone flooed into Diagon Alley.

"The poor, dear." wringed her hands and rushed away to go find the Boy Who Lived.

Roxana spun around twice and demanded George to lift her on his back.

"What are you doing woman?" Fred asked staring up with his hand covering his eyes to block the sun.

"I'm trying to look for Harry, Fredy!" She replied with a shout, causing Fred to chuckle. Apparently she believed tall people had to shout in order to be heard.

"No use." She cried and quickly walked away from the Weasleys. "I'll see you at Gringotts!"

looked at the retreating form, looked at his children and sighed deeply holding his head. Without the two women the kids would go crazy in three, two, one…

"I want to go to Flourish and Blotts." Percy voiced.

"No, we're going to Florean Fortescue's." The twins said and started sprinting.

"We should really find Harry first." Ginny commented.

"I actually agree with you for once." Ron raised his brow in shock.

"Why don't we all stay together and once we find Harry you can all go your separate ways. Besides we have to go to Gringotts first." Mr Weasley said without room for discussion.

Roxana spotted Hermione in the front of Gringotts and ran towards her.

"Roxana!" She was almost choked with the amount of curly hair that came into her face.

"I missed you so much. How was your summer?" Roxana held her at arm's length.

"Amazing, though I was very busy studying. I do hope Harry and Ron finished their work."

Roxana chuckled, "They have." The bushy haired girl breathed a sigh of relief. She squinted, seeing black messy hair next to Hagrid.

"Harry! Oh, thank god you're alright. We didn't know were you ended up. Hello Hagrid. Nice to see you." Roxana smiled up at the groundskeeper.

"Good to see you too Roxana, Hermione." Hermione smiled up at him as well.

"What happened to your glasses?" Hermione waved her wand and Harry's glasses looked brand new. "Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"

"As soon as I've found the Weasleys," said Harry.

"Yeh won't have long ter wait," Hagrid said with a grin.

They looked around: sprinting up the crowded street where Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr Weasley.

"Harry," Mr Weasley panted. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. Molly's frantic, she's coming now."

Roxana patted Fred's back who was coughing like a maniac. "Aren't you on the Quidditch team?" Hermione asked with worry.

"I haven't stretched today." Fred explained and the girls hid a giggle.

"Lay off the treacle tart, will ya." Ginny smirked at her brother, while Percy rolled his eyes.

"Where did you come out?" Ron asked.

"Knockturn Alley," said Hagrid grimly.

"Excellent!" Fred and George said together, before they broke down in coughing fits again as Harry and Ron continued their conversation.

"That's it! I'm going to wake you two up to go jogging… daily." Roxana told them folding her arms over her chest. The boys gasped and knelt in front of her.

"No."

"Please, no."

"You…. you can't." Fred cried bending down.

"We'll do anything else." George kissed her shoe.

"What are you two doing." Roxana said in a loud whisper, her face was red from embarrassment.

"Begging." They said and bowed down to her. Roxana's mind was already decided though.

"I will and I am. Gryffindor will not lose because of you two. How about we go jogging thirty minutes before breakfast?"

"Fine." The boys grumbled together and stood.

When Molly arrived, they all headed into Gringotts where they were all introduced to Hermione's parents.

"I never knew your parents were dentists. My mother is a dentist as well." Roxana smiled and waved goodbye at the couple that was following an over excited to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Meet you back here," Ron told Hermione, "You're going to your vault separately, aren't you?" He asked Roxana at which she nodded and the Weasleys and Harry were led off to their underground vaults by a Gringotts goblin.

"I…" Hermione stared nervously back to her parents.

"You're coming with me. You can see my vault. That is if you want to, of course. It's deeper down." Roxana said uncertainly. Hermione nodded enthusiastically. They both nervously walked up to a goblin and Roxana cleared her throat. She was usually with her grandparents when she extracted money from the vault.

"Yes?" The goblin drawled in a bored voice. He didn't even look up. Hermione shifted on her feet and nudged Roxana.

"May I enter my vault, please. Number 528." Her tone was warm but commanding and the goblin finally looked up. Roxana was quite proud that her vault number were the same digits as her birthday.

"Name." He said in the same awful voice.

"Roxana Katerina Elena Constantin." She replied immediately with confidence.

"Key."

Roxana tried not throwing the key on the marble desk. She disliked Goblins with passion.

"Follow me." The goblin got up and lead them to the carts.

Roxana counted to ten in order to steady her anxiety. Ever since she was young, she'd been scared of roller coasters.

"Hold on tight, alright." She told Hermione, who nodded bravely.

If anyone mentioned they had heard screaming one day in Gringotts, as though someone were being tortured, Roxana and Hermione would have outright denied those allegations.

The goblin held his ears and gave the girls nasty looks as he opened the vault. Hermione returned it full force and huffed as she entered the vault after Roxana.

There was barely any less money than the last year and Roxana sighed. Taking around one thousand and five hundred galleons, that would have to last her the whole school year and next summer, the girls made their way back to daylight. Thankful that the way up wasn't as bad as the way down.

"See you all at Flourish and Blotts!" Ginny waved as she was dragged off to Madam Malkin's by Roxana, while went to find her husband.

"Where do you think, they're going?" Ginny asked her curiously. She meant the trio, well specifically Harry, but Roxana wasn't worried about them.

"Probably the Quidditch store or the joke shop. Poor Hermione, she should have come with us. Who I'm worried about is Fred and George. I mean, did you see how longingly they stared towards Knockturn Alley?" Roxana shook her head in frustration. The two girls made their way quickly to the clothing store.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions

"How about this scarf?" Roxana asked Ginny, holding up a dark green scarf.

Ginny nodded and grabbed it from her friend, wrapping it around her neck.

"Very fashionable." Roxana said in a girly tone that made them both burst out laughing.

"Alright. I… I think that's enough." Ginny said holding her elbow, while glancing at the large pile of clothing they had both gotten. Among them of course were Ginny's most needed robes.

"Come on, the 'men' must be waiting." Ginny giggled at her friend's words.

Flourish and Blotts

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, but I'm not waiting in line for… for this." Roxana motioned at Lockhart who was signing books while surrounded by women in heat.

Mrs Weasley gave her a look of pity. "Oh, honey. Wait until you start liking boys." Roxana walked away faster than Oliver Wood could say Quidditch. She liked boys just not weak idiots.

Being Flourish and Blotts she immediately went in search for books. Now since she had money, she could spend how much she wanted on books. Well, not exactly that much because then she wouldn't be able to carry them all. Two heavy bags of clothing were already in her arms, so she considered bribing the twins to carry the books she was already planning to get.

"That means I can get more." She murmured happily to herself. Hmm, where to start first?

The divination aisle looked intriguing. She walked slowly reading the titles, "Reading tea leaves," never again, "Love in the zodiacs," nope, "Crystal ball instructional manual," fancy and useless, "Dream Interpretation"… hmm. Roxana pulled the large book out slowly and held it with a gentle grip as she skimmed through.

Well, I'm getting this, Roxana thought looking at the price for a split second. She walked further, "How to Find Love in Dust"… what the actual fuck. "Is your Pet your Soul Mate?" Roxana actually laughed out loud. Looking for accurate divination books was becoming a game… to see which ones didn't make her laugh or shake her head in dismay. When she got to the end of the aisle without any other book she sighed and moved onto the Defence aisle. She quickly made her way to year four and grabbed the accurate book, quickly skimming through the pages. It wasn't recommended in the syllabus, but who knew how little they would learn with their new teacher and O.W.L.S were next year. At least Quirrell had assigned actual books on the subject.

As she quickly reached the end of the dim lit aisle, wanting to move on to Transfiguration, something caught her eye. On the highest shelf, barely visible, was a book on divination. What in Merlin is that doing up there on this aisle, Roxana wondered, before becoming interested in the title. "Everything is Not as it Seems-Doubtful Seers." Hmm, could that be any use to me? I'm not a Seer so… I should look at it anyways.

Roxana tried reaching the leather bound book but she wasn't tall enough. She tried standing on her tip toes...no use. Huffing she placed her bags and two books down on the floor. She raised her brow towards the book, is it really worth it? Yes! She wrinkled her nose in concentration and jumped.

"Damn it! Why am I so damn short?" She whispered fiercely annoyed. Roxana most definitely considered walking away and leaving the awful book up there, but she was a Gryffindor and wouldn't give up. Unfortunately, it was too risky to transfigure. She sighed helplessly, where were the twins when she needed them? Why hadn't she worn her heels? Squinting her eyes, she wiggled her bum and jumped, squealing. She'd touched the binding. She repeated the motion putting more hop and wiggle into it, but to no use, it was impossible.

Roxana closed her teary eyes and groaned against the bookshelves, her right arm stretched about two feet below where the horrid thing was. She heard someone clear their throat and gasped, startled. DAMN IT! Why am I such a scardy cat?! This was not an okay day.

Roxana turned around slowly, quickly wiping her eyes and looking up at her intruder. He had greenish blue eyes, light brown hair, light skin and a scar running down his cheek. He looked familiar. Had she meet him before? No, she didn't think so. Roxana thought he looked awfully tired for his age, he was probably in his thirties; besides that fact he was still quite handsome. There was something about him though. Something different she couldn't pinpoint. He momentarily reached above her and took the book out easily. She sighed when he handed it to her.

"Thank you…" Roxana smiled brightly at him, which made him blink in confusion.

"Remus Lupin." He responded, like some muggle borns answered when they were asked their name; with uncertainty and almost shyly.

"Well, thank you very much, Remus. I'm Roxana Constantin." She smiled at him again.

He was just about to reply when, a certain someone with red hair and a twin named George basically screamed, "Roxy! Where the bloody hell are you?!" Her eyes widened and she rolled her eyes. Perfect timing Fred.

"Ana! Honestly, how can you stay in here this long?! It's giving me the creeps!" The twins could be seen at the end of the aisle and Roxana sighed as she picked up her bags along with the two books and made her way towards them. Glancing back she added, "Thanks again, Remus." He nodded at her with a small smile.

"How can you read so much woman?!" Fred screeched when she came near them.

"These are like three books, Fred. Please stop shouting."

"He started it." Fred pointed at George. His twin gave him a death glare before tackling him to the ground. They hit the bookshelf and Roxana turned red with mortification.

"Fred and George Weasley I will hex you into next year if you don't stop. And you wonder why I like Percy the best." The twins stood in a flash and were giving her puppy dog faces.

"You don't mean that, Ana." George whimpered.

"We're very sorry."

"Yes, very. Here let me take that." George said grabbing the clothing bags from her hand.

"And I'll take those." Fred grabbed the books gently from her hands. Roxana had no words.

"You love us, come on." Fred whined and pushed her hair back from her face.

"You love me more though." George smirked at her and put his arm on her shoulder.

"No, she doesn't I'm the better looking twin." Fred accidentally dropped the one book she truly wanted without noticing.

"I called dibs first." George argued.

"That's it! Neither of you are good looking and George you don't get dibs. I'm honestly your sister."

"Ha! So that means I still have a chance." Fred fist pumped the air and Roxana stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"You guys are so going to end up single." Roxana whispered to herself.

"No we're not, we'll have you." George winked at her.

"Excuse me!" Roxana huffed and walked towards the cash register, the leather bound book forgotten.

The Burrow

10:02pm

"And was he handsome?" Ginny urged Roxana to go on about the guy in the bookstore.

"Yes, I've said that." Roxana grinned. It was as if Ginny was more excited than she was.

"How was he dressed?"

"With a vest."

"Ooo." Was Ginny's reply and Roxana giggled at her friend who was lying face up on her bed.

"Did he look rich."

"Honestly, Ginny!?" Roxana frowned in amusement.

"What!? Well... did he?"

"Not answering that. Have any more questions?"

Ginny grumbled, "Did he smell good?" Roxana gave her a look of worry and shook her head. What was it with eleven year old girls?

"Yes, he did. He smelled like… like chocolate and the forest."

"That was oddly descriptive."

"Um, you asked." Roxana raised her eyebrow.

"Anything else?" Ginny asked lazily, the young girl was obviously about to fall asleep.

Roxana wrinkled her nose and was about to mention that he looked familiar when she realized what had been different about him.

"Oh my god, Ginny." She said with wide eyes coming to a realization. When she didn't get a response she looked towards the bed and saw her friend fast asleep.

Her animal instincts had picked it up earlier, but she hadn't been certain and definitely hadn't considered it when she was staring into his warm eyes. The scar on his face, the way he acted when he was treated with kindness, the reason he looked tired.

"That poor, poor man." Roxana sighed and went to close the lights.

"He heard everything Fred and George said." She groaned as she pulled the covers over her head, exhaling heavily when she also remembered she'd only payed for two books instead of three.