The end of the school year was fast approaching. Everyone was so excited for the summer break, where as I was stressing over the fact that I would be returning to America, and my old time zone. I knew that my body clock would be messed up again, and since I would only be home for a few months, it would cause my body more stress. It was these thoughts that drove me to where I was currently, sitting in my bed, pen and paper in hand, as I contemplated what to write to my grandparents that would voice my concerns without disrespecting them. My grandparents had sacrificed so much to raise me, and while I appreciated all they had done, they had kept me away from my birthplace and sought to keep all knowledge about my father far away.

I put the letter away for the day, instead wishing to focus on final exams that were fast approaching. The twins didn't seem to concerned about them, so I decided not to be too concerned. Instead, we decided that pulling off one last prank would be a better use of our time, and certainly a stress reliever. Our laughs filled the Common Room each night, much to the displeasure of our House mates. Charlie would often come over and politely ask us to quiet down, but the twinkle in his eye let us know that he truly didn't care, so long as we didn't blow up the Common Room.

It was at breakfast on the weekend before finals that I received a letter from my grandparents. I opened it hesitantly, unsure about why they had written to me, guessing that it involved the smoke bombs I had set off a week earlier. As I scanned through the letter, I realized that my dilemma had been solved for me. Apparently, Mrs. Weasley had written to my grandparents, inviting me to join their family for the summer. My grandparents had agreed to part of the summer, and were letting me know that I would be spending the month before school at the Weasleys. I was ecstatic as I read the news, knowing that my summer became a little more manageable, and it gave me something to look forward to.

The twins and I launched our grand prank, which resulted in an immediate detention for all three of us. It was my first detention of the year, surprising all of us. Our detention was with Filch, much to our displeasure. He made us clean one of the corridors, which we kinda did. We spent most of the detention laughing and goofing off with each other. It was one of the best nights I had had at Hogwarts since Christmas. I felt more like I had a family around them than I did around my grandparents. I began to look forward to summer, and getting to spend part of it with my boys.

Final Exams passed quickly (for me) but slowly for the twins, who would rather prank and plan pranks than study. (To be fair, I would rather prank as well, but if I didn't do well on my exams, my grandparents would probably kill me.) I was just thankful that we didn't have to take our O.W.L.S. yet. I didn't even want to think about it. Gryffindor threw a big party after exams had been completed, and many of the seventh years got sloshed, including Charlie. The twins and I performed some small pranks, mainly drawing on the faces of those passed out in the Common Room.

My final night at Hogwarts was just as magical (pun intended) as my first night. The Farewell Feast was just as grand as the Welcome feast, and more boisterous than before. Everyone, it seems, was excited to be returning home. Well, it was probably more excitement on not having to be at Hogwarts. But, either way, the energy in the room was infectious. I could feel myself becoming giddy. I had survived my first year at Hogwarts, and my first year in the United Kingdom, if so barely. I still couldn't get over how cold it was there.

When the feast ended, everyone slowly, but surely, returned to their Common Rooms. Gryffindor, much to no one's surprise, had our own end of the year party. Percy Weasley complained the entire time, being the usual stuck-up I had come to associate with his name. Everyone ignored him and continued on with the party, until McGonagall came storming into the Common Room, all but yelling at everyone to go to bed. The party ended rather abruptly, with almost everyone rushing off to their rooms, the exception being myself and the twins. We moved back to our corner, trying to be as quiet as possible, but just enjoying our last night together at Hogwarts until the next school year. We stayed up most of the night, just reminiscing on my first year at Hogwarts, and what trouble we could cook up for the next year.

We stayed in the Common Room all night, eventually falling asleep on the couches, much like I had before, when they found me in the Common Room and comforted me. It was so strange how comfortable I was with these boys, how I felt like I finally found kindred spirits and could be myself. My grandparents had tried to change how I was, how I acted. They didn't want me to be a prankster, to make trouble. They wanted me to be a proper young lady, like my mother was. Or, how they claimed my mother was. I was more interested in being myself, even at that young age. But, they say that hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express, talking about their plans for the summer, and where they would be going. I sat quietly in the compartment by myself. The twins had gone off, looking for Charlie about something they were keeping a secret from me. Instead of snooping, I wanted to trust them, I wanted to believe that they wouldn't hurt me. So, I sat in the peace and quiet of the train compartment. Summer would be interesting, and I was looking forward to returning during the summer.

The train arrived at the Station, leading to a mass exodus of everyone. The twins, who had returned by this time, helped me get my things off the train. We ran into the rest of their family just outside of the train. Mrs. Weasley gave me a big hug, saying she hoped that I had a splendid year, and making sure that I knew that I was invited over to join them for the summer. I assured her that my grandparents had told me, and that I was looking forward to spending some time with them before the school year started. I started to say good-bye to the family, when Mrs. Weasley informed me to wait, someone was going to be taking me to the airport, where I would get on an airplane and meet my grandparents in America. However, because I was going to be returning to Britain before the school year started, the Weasley's would be taking my school items with them. Luckily, when I was packing my trunk, I had put everything I brought with me to Britain in the same duffle I originally had. Mr. Weasley picked up my trunk, after I had retrieved my simple duffle, bidding me a "good day, and a happy summer" before telling his family to gather along, it was time for them to head back home. I told them all good-bye, but gave hugs to Fred, George, and Charlie (at his insistence, but I wasn't going to complain about a hug.)

I sat at Platform 9 ¾, waiting for whomever it was that was supposed to be taking me to the airport. I got lost in thought, thinking about Hogwarts and the magical time I had there, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere, and that I wasn't as alone as I felt.

"Cassie?" I heard a voice call out; one that seemed strangely familiar, almost like it was from a dream. I looked around and saw a scraggly man with scars covering his face walking towards me, a huge grin covering his face. He seemed to almost glow when he saw me.

"Yes?" I asked, cautiously.

"Hello," I stuck out his hand, offering to shake mine, which I did. "I'm Remus Lupin. I was a friend of your father and mother back in school."

"Oh! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lupin."

"Please, call me Remus. I was there when you were born. In fact, I'm your godfather."

"Excuse me, what?" I cried as I shot up from where I was seated. "How come I've never heard of you before?"

"Your grandparents decided that it would be better if I wasn't in your life. And I'm not exactly in a position to argue with them." He looked sad, almost as if he wished he could be in my life. "But, when Professor Dumbledore contacted me, saying that there was a student who needed a ride to the airport and that this particular student would be of particular interest to me. So, I agreed to taking them to the airport, but it wasn't until today that I found out it was you that I was picking up. I couldn't wait to see you again. I haven't seen you since you were three, when your grandparents told me that they were taking you to America, and that I was never to contact you again."

"And here we are, ten years later."

"Yeah. Well, your flight isn't until eight, so that means that we have some time to talk, if you want."

"I'd like that." I gave him a smile, having plenty of questions for him, mainly about my father and his time at school.

Remus took me to a small café, where we sat down, enjoying a cup of coffee. "So," I opened up the conversation, "I heard that my dad was quite a prankster back in school."

He gave a chuckle. "I'd say our entire little group were pranksters. We used to get into so much trouble, our small group of four."

"And you called yourselves the Marauders?" He looked at me in surprise.

"How do you know that name?"

"Well, a couple of my friends have a map in their possession called the Marauders Map."

"And why would you assume that we were a part of this group?"

"Well, when my friends showed me the map, they said something that would open it. Later, I tried to open it myself, but said the phrase wrong. The map called me 'Miss Padfoot' and listed another Padfoot. It wasn't hard to assume that it was all of yours from your school days."

"You're very smart. Much like your mum was. I guess there's no harm in letting you know. Yes, that was our map. We made it back during our school days. It was confiscated, though, so I have no idea why you would have it."

"My friends found it. It's a useful map. Certainly when it comes to planning pranks."

"Ah, yes, it would be. Hence why we made it." We both laughed at that statement. Before I could ask anymore, however, Remus looked at his watch. "Oh! I do believe I should be getting you to the airport soon. You need to be checked in pretty soon." He stood up, offering me a hand. "I can honestly say that I am so glad that I got to see you again, and see the beautiful young lady that you have become. I hope to hear from you, soon."

I nodded before throwing my arms around the man, giving him a hug. He flinched at first, before returning the hug.

We made it to the airport, where he escorted me inside and made sure I was all checked-in. As I was boarding the plane to head back to America, I turned back to face him. "Good-bye, Uncle Remus. I'll be sure to write to you, as much as I can!" I could see tears forming in his eyes as he waved good-bye to me. I boarded the plane, ready to head back to America, if only so I could return as soon as possible.