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In the breaks, I put HHHHPPPPOOOO. If anyone wants to know what it stands for, thanks to Horsegurl16, I finally figured it out. It stands for HARRY POTTER ONLY. Just that awesome.

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Last day of school: Hermione and I paraded around the halls, cheerfully responding to everyone who called us a mudblood. School gossip got around, and soon, everyone was buzzing about it. Hermione was in such a good mood she even set off to Potions class in a skippy-dancing walk.

Speaking of rumors, the story that Sirius-ahem, Black, got out spread like wildfire, and by the end of breakfast, almost everyone was sporting a Daily Prophet newspaper, reading the catalogue under the headlines: BLACK ESCAPES AGAIN-RIGHT UNDER THE NOSE OF PRIME MINISTER FUDGE. Nobody exactly knew the story, except for Dumbledore, the trio, and me, but there were so many theories-some so outrageous I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"I heard Black blackmailed the Minister with suggestive pictures!" A girl hissed behind me in Transfiguration. I dropped my book, unable to stifle a small, derisive snort. It was starting again.

"Miss Charleston?" Mgonagall frowned quizzically.

Another girl behind me hissed back, "Well, I heard his breath was so revolting the dementor changed its mind before the Kiss and let him go!" Her friend gasped and instantly leaned over to tell someone else.

I dropped my book AGAIN, and this time managed to fall of my chair too.

"Miss Charleston!"

Bowing my head to conceal my grin, I apologized," Sorry, Professor, lost my balance…"

Mcgonagall hmphed and instructed us to flip the page, then went out into the hallway for a quick errand from the professor next door. I couldn't help myself; with a mock horrified look, I turned around and faced to two gossipers.

"You know what I heard? I heard that Sir-Black actually received the Kiss, but he didn't have a soul in the first place, so it didn't affect him at all! Then he killed the dementors!" I widened my eyes tragically as the two girls gasped in terror. They dipped their quills in ink and started passing notes.

You just couldn't help yourself, could you?

Nope. Satisfied, I turned back around and tipped my back to the chair, crossing my ankles comfortably.

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I went out to the Black Lake, where I saw Hagrid passing by, and the trio sitting in the grass.

"Hey, guys!"

They all looked depressed. Hermione, catching my confused look, explained glumly," Professor Lupin's packing. He's leaving."

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. "But-Dumbledore couldn't have fired him! He resigned?! He's a good teacher!" Fury overwhelmed me, and I turned to the air. "HE'S A PERFECTLY GOOD TEACHER!" Students nearby turned their heads.

Harry shot to his feet. "I'm going to go see him."

"Me too," I got up, seething. "He's a good teacher, and he resigned, why would he resign, he's a good teacher, a really good teacher, but he resigned, how could he, why would he…"

Ron looked a little startled by my ranting. "But-you can't do anything now, anyways!"

"Who cares? I'm going to go see him. C'mon, Harry, you coming?"

We ran inside the castle, skidding to a stop at Lupin's door. I didn't even notice a certain Headmaster's amused twinkle as we passed him.

The door was open, but we knocked anyways, since Lupin was bent over something. A grindylow tank sat behind him.

"I saw you coming." Lupin smiled. He pointed to piece of parchment he had been looking at. The Marauder's Map.

"I saw-" Harry began, but he was too slow for my impatient brain.

I cut in urgently. "You can't resign, Professor! You're a really good teacher!"

Lupin smiled again. "Thank you, Celia. But I'm afraid I have already resigned."

"Why?" Harry asked, as distressed as I was.

"Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge I was trying to save your lives. That was the last straw for Severus." Lupin sighed. At his name, I leaned against the wall, sensing a story. "I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard."

"Nope," I replied dryly. "I don't think that was it, Professor."

Lupin chuckled. "You really are too bright for your own sake, Celia."

HA! BEAT THAT, SORTING HAT! HA!

"So he-er-'accidentally' let it slip that I am a werewolf this morning." Lupin finished.

I was fuming. Like, literally, I was fuming. "I can't believe him, I'm going to explode right now, how could he!?" I turned around and bashed my head against the wall. Turning my head slightly, I said," Hey, Professor, have I ever mentioned my dad can be an idiot sometimes?"

Lupin did a double take. "Your...father?" he said cautiously. "Your muggle father?"

"Oh, Harry knows," I assured him.

Lupin's face relaxed. "Good. I was quite startled for a moment; afraid you'd blown your so well-made cover."

"But…you're really going? You can't go because of that!" Harry exclaimed. I nodded in agreement.

Lupin sighed and ruffled through his suitcase. "Owls will be coming very soon-parents will not want their children to be taught by a werewolf."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Who CARES?! You're completely harmless!"

Shaking his head, Lupin gave me a sad smile. "Thank you. But after what happened last time, I understand…I could have bitten any one of you. Especially you, Celia." He looked me in the eye.

"But I saw you fight!" I protested. "You fought against biting me, and I got away!"

Lupin shook his head again. "No. It's too dangerous. But if I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you two have learned. Tell me about your Patronuses."

"Mine is a dog. Bit smaller than Sirius." I said quietly. "You knew that already."

Harry looked at me, then at Lupin. "Stag."

"Your father was a stag. That's why we called him Prongs." Lupin took out a cloak and the Marauders Map. "Since I am no longer a teacher, I feel no regret in giving these to you."

Harry took them with a grin, and I eyed the map. "Hey, Harry, if you need help carrying anything, you can hand it to me to hold."

Harry laughed. "You just want to hold the map. Here." He tossed it at me, and I caught it, cradling it like a baby.

Lupin chuckled and shook his head. "Alright. I really must be going."

Before I could think twice, I set the map down and walked over to Lupin. I hugged him hard, and I felt arms hug me back.

"I'm going to miss you, Professor." I stepped away. "You're the best teacher ever."

A cough emitted from someone behind me, and I turned to see Dumbledore.

"If I may, I need to speak with Harry." Dumbledore said. "Privately. Remus, I believe your carriage is at the gates. Goodbye."

Remus?! As in, Romulus and Remus? The brothers who founded Rome and were raised by a wolf-the irony…(AN: I just felt I needed to put this in, since it was so bloody ironic!)

Lupin nodded, turning to Harry and me. "Goodbye, Harry, Celia. Albus." Then he lifted his luggage and left. Just like that.

After a silence, I snapped out of my shock and tripped over my feet. "Okay-bye-Headmaster-see you later Harry-bye-ow-bye!" Then, pink-faced and embarrassed, I dashed off and ran to-yeah, you guessed it-the library.

I'm pretty sure they were all laughing at me.

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Leaving was bittersweet. That's all I'm going to say.

Dad gave me a long lecture about how I was supposed to behave and I was expected to treat everyone nicely-like he was afraid I was going to wrestle Dudley to death…like I could-and then he hugged me and everything.

"I'm going to miss you," I pulled away from the hug reluctantly.

Dad nodded. "Me too." He murmured quietly. It was little things like this that made me love him. Even greasy dungeon bats can have hearts.

I grinned. "You're going to miss yourself?"

3rd POV

Severus rolled his eyes. It was almost amusing-someone missing him. "No, you brat. You know what I mean."

Cecelia laughed, her eyes sparkling. She was a strange girl, Severus thought. If he had called anyone else a brat-say, Potter, for instance-he would have bristled with anger and rashly insulted him back. But that was probably just because Potter was idiotically spoiled.

A warm feeling engulfed Severus. It made him feel a little-was that feeling…proud?-to know his daughter was not a spoiled, ignorant whelp.

"Have you packed all your things?" He continued.

Cecelia rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"Your broom can stay here." He raised an eyebrow.

She groaned. "Okay. But you have to take really good care of it, okay? Polish it every few weeks, and pluck out the stray end tips that stick out loosely." Was she serious? Severus raised his eyebrows and looked into Cecelia's eyes.

Yes. She was definitely serious. Severus sighed. "Very well." He could always use a Polishing spell, but somehow he knew it would be better to do it by hand.

Cecelia hugged him suddenly again. She looked up and smiled. "And, I promise, I will annoy the heck out of Harry for you."

Severus couldn't help the little twitch of amusement that made his lips tug into a...a...smirk! Yes! That was it! A smirk, NOT a smile.

Apparently Cecelia thought differently. "Are-you are! You're smiling! I should annoy Harry more."

Severus forced his smile-SMIRK-down. He coughed.

"Oh-hey-um…the wand you gave me; Ron said normally you picked out your own." Cecelia looked at Severus curiously. She pulled out her wand.

Severus nodded. "Yes. That wand was my mother's. It is…very…special to me." His voice was soft.

Instantly Cecelia felt terrible. Still, in the tiny, tiny moment, she felt that feeling-an envy to have her own wand, to push herself to her own limits-

She gasped. A bolt of energy shot through her, so fast she stumbled back. Severus caught her before she collapsed into the wall.

"I'll get Pomfrey. Sit down." Severus instructed quickly, trying to swallow the worry in his voice.

Cecelia shook her head and sat down on the work chair. "No-I'm good. It's just…" Slowly, almost instinctively, Cecelia reached over and touched her hair. There, on the side, was a bright green streak in the curls of black.

What is that? "Did you dye it without my permission?!" Severus demanded. He'd never thought of Cecelia as a particularily disobedient child-the time she had gone out to play with Potter had merely been, well, his fault.

Cecelia shook her head, puzzled. Severus tipped her chin up and checked her eyes; they were genuinely confused. "It wasn't there a moment ago," she said, confusion coloring her voice.

Severus shook his head. "No matter; if anything like this happens or you are experiencing anything else strange, you will notify me immediately, though. Understand?" Cecelia nodded hastily, trying to conceal the green streak.

"Be safe," Severus pulled Cecelia in for one last hug, then summoned her suitcases. She had taken almost everything-including the small amount of clothing she owned and her muggle device; iPod, was it?

"I will," Cecelia buried her head in his arms again; for a split second, she wished she could stay there forever and forget about everything else.

Twenty seconds….twenty-one….twenty-two…

Oh, would you shut up?

Thanks but no thanks.

That wasn't an option.

Severus pressed a bag of muggle money in her hands. "Use it wisely," he instructed. Cecelia peered inside and grinned.

I am so treating myself to new clothes and a sundae.

Tom sighed.

Shut up.

I didn't say anyth-

Now you did.

Sigh.

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Celia's POV

On the Hogwarts train, I decided to find someone else to sit with, so I abandoned my normal post with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

My suitcase dragged behind me, and I stopped outside a compartment. Inside, Draco, Pansy, and another boy(Zambini? Zabini?) sat in the compartment. Theo was also there, but he looked uncomfortable.

Draco turned his head slightly to sneer, and he saw me. He blinked once, and slid the compartment door open.

"What do you want, Charleston?" He asked, rudely. I swallowed. Of course. With the fact that I wasn't a Snape gone, he had no reason to be nice to me. Pansy also had another reason to hate me: I now had a chance with Draco.

Ew…..

Agreed…

"What are you gagging at?" Pansy sniffed angrily. "Mudblood."

"Pureblood," I cut in smoothly. Zabini covered up a snort with a hacking fit. Draco shot him a furtive look.

"You alright, there, Blaise?"

Blaise Zabini fought down a grin. "Just grand, thanks,"

Theo raised his eyebrows at me. "Hello, Charleston."

"Walk with me, Nott." I cast my glare around the compartment. Blaise sniggered.

"I have to say, I wouldn't have thought you liked mudbloods, even if this one is…exceptionally…decent." Blaise jogged Theo with his elbow. Theo managed a fake annoyed eye roll.
"Better see what she wants," he muttered, sliding off his seat.

Draco frowned. "You don't have to listen to her, Theodore-get off, Pansy, please." He cast me an uneasy look, which I returned with a lifted chin.

"Some people actually find things BESIDES fawning over muggleborns interesting, Draco." I turned around and marched out the compartment. I could hear Theo grabbing his stuff and hurrying after me.

"I do not fawn over any mudblood!" I heard Draco protest faintly. Pansy giggled loudly and replied," Of course you don't Dray-dray, I believe you." The sound of Blaise's chortling grew fainter as I furiously yanked open a compartment. Empty-thank goodness.

Theo sat down across from me, lazily stretching. "What is it?"

I shrugged. "Needed someone to talk to. Finished The Fault In Our Stars?"

Theo slammed his hands down on the seat. "I did! You did NOT tell me that Agustus dying would be that sad! I hate you!"

I grinned in amusement. "The pain a dying Agustus Waters can inflict on someone is amazing, isn't it?"

"Not when you're the one mourning over some-character death!" Theo snatched the book from his bag and glared at it.

"You cried, didn't you?" I eyed him.

Theo turned his glare to me. "What do you think?"

"You did!" I exclaimed in delight. "I don't think anyone can get through the book and not cry!"

Theo sighed and offered me a Chocolate Frog. I took it, and with my teeth, ripped the head off.

"Barbaric," Theo noted, eyebrows raised as he popped a Bertie's Every-Flavored Jelly Bean in his mouth. He chewed for a moment, stopped, and shrugged, chewing again. "Salmon; not bad."

I rolled my eyes. "You need to give that book back to Hermione."

"Oh, that. Here." Theo tossed me the book. I stared at him in disbelief.

"Really?"

Theo nodded and handed me a jelly bean. I took it cautiously. "Flavor?"

"Chocolate."

Placing the jelly bean in my mouth, I bit in half and chewed the half slowly.

Spit it out! Spit it out! Tom gagged. I made a disgusted sound and looked around frantically for something to spit in. Finally, I just swallowed the thing.

"Dirt! Ew! Dirt!" I wiped my tongue on the side of my sleeve. "I hate you, Theo!"

"Dully noted." Theo nudged the book. "So, um…"

I raised my eyebrows. "What's it in for me?"

"Er-the courtesy of helping the one and only Theodore Nott?" Theodore tried. He made a mock flourishing motion with his hands. I laughed and handed him the book.

"As if. Okay, we'll both go. Come on." I took his hand and pulled him out of the compartment. "What? A friend can't hold another friend's hand?" Theo was blushing furiously.

I dragged him over to Harry's compartment and slid it open. Hermione looked up in surprise.

"Celia? I thought you-who's that?" Hermione stared at Theo, who was desperately trying to hide behind me.

"Oh my gosh, Theo, just give it to her!" I exclaimed. Theo rubbed the back of his head.

"I kind of left it in our compartment." He grinned. I smacked my forehead.

"Sorry, guys. Bye!" Theo was off before I even finished my sentence. Hermione squinted in confusion.

I chased after him, leaving a very confused trio behind. "You're going to give it back, right?"

"Maybe."

Not one of my best. I'm sorry; really, the reviews are helping though! I managed to write this chapter in a few sittings, not the entire week, though it did take me a few days to edit.

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