Hello thanks for reading! This chap is an intro to who Amara Roswell is.

Amara Roswell was an exceptional wizard and a great human being. Sure she may have been a little mischievous and a bit of an alcoholic, but she was smart and powerful. Amara's mother had left when she was a baby with no one but her abusive father. He hadn't always been like that. It was just one day… something inside of him broke and he had started to beat her. Amara's father died only a few years after she had graduated from Hogwarts. When he had died, she inherited a bit of money but not much. Soon after Sirius had asked her to live with him which she accepted and moved in. She was happy for some time then everything went to shit.

Amara woke up to the sound of an owl pecking at her bedroom window. She groaned as she got up and went over to the window to let the owl in. It delivered the latest addition of the Daily Prophet and flew off. As soon as she saw the cover story Amara dropped the newspaper and had to sit down to calm herself down. Memories of the past flooded back to her like a dam had broken inside her. She started to hyperventilate. She was trying to even her breathing again, but she just couldn't seem to shake the memory of him from her mind. A silent tear rolled down her eye and after a while she had enough breath to compose herself again and actually read the newspaper. It stated that Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban and was now on the loose.

Amara immediately felt the need to get Harry out of England as soon as possible but knew that would be a bit too much. As she wanted him to get his 3rd year at Hogwarts done. She instead wrote a letter to Molly about the current situation and how they should handle it. Molly told her to send Harry to Hogwarts because Amara could look after him there.

About a week before school had started Amara informed Harry of the danger that was Sirius Black. He had asked why but she hadn't told him the whole truth. She didn't want the kid to feel the immense pain after all that he had been through already. Now Harry was with the Weasley's and Amara was at Hogwarts. Being a professor there, she needed to arrive a little early this year. Especially because she needed to talk to Dumbledore about Harry's safety and the prospect of Sirius's attack.

12 years ago that night, Dumbledore had told her that Sirius betrayed their friends and even with Amara's disbelieving cries, he had told her to let it go, to move on. Even though her heart told her that there was no way in hell Sirius could do such a thing, she had believed the words that were spoken to her. However she had to suppress her anger and bitterness down because she was handed little Harry Potter to raise all on her own. Her boyfriend was going to Azkaban and her best friend had also disappeared in shock. She had no one. She raised Harry on her own as best as she could with some help from different people now and then. She hadn't had any time to think about anything else except keeping Harry safe. After Harry had gone off to his first year and befriended the Weasley's she had also gotten close to them. Molly had helped a lot with parenting and Amara had tried to help out a little financially. However, with her not being the richest person either, she couldn't do much. She didn't like spending any of the money from the Potter vault, as she wanted Harry to have all of it when he grew up and had the capability to use it wisely. So she only took money out of the Potter vault to use on Harry's things. She took money out of her own vault when she needed it. She actually had access to the Black vault as Sirius had given it all to her, as they were living together and basically married, but she didn't even like to think about the Black vault.

It was almost the start of the new school year and the new DADA teacher hadn't shown up yet. She hoped it wasn't going to be a servant of the Dark Lord, or a total imbecile this year. As she wasn't feeling like talking to anyone, Amara hadn't been interacting with any of the other professors, so she didn't really know any current news. She stayed up in her classroom/room and drank her feelings away. Her heart still aching from the fact that her crazy ex was free, and Harry was in danger.

Now it was finally September 1st and Amara was already at the Great Hall. She was barely sober but the thought of seeing Harry again after 2 weeks was helping her to lightly smile through the painful headache. As the students came in slowly, she spotted the older Weasley siblings and many other students that were in her class the previous years. Then she spotted the golden trio and smiled and waved at them as they waved lightly to her. She was so distracted by the children she had not seen a figure sitting down next to her. However she felt the presence, and turned to say hello. When she turned her head, her eyes widened and creased slightly in the middle, looking like she was confused.

"Hello Amara." Remus Lupin said softly with a sort of guilty look on his face. Her mouth was agape and she was frozen in place. It had been so long. They exchanged letters but not very often. It was the first time Amara was seeing her best friend since 12 years ago. Seeing him made so many memories come back to her again. Her eyes teared up a little, but she held it back. Her body was back in motion now but the only thing she could do was bring her head down so no one could see her red and tearful eyes. No tears had slipped out yet but it was close. She now put her hand on her face and the tears that were threatening to fall fell onto her robes. She was now fully crying so she stood up and walked "calmly" to a place where not many students could see her. It was still a while until the first years got there so she had time. She was now actually sobbing silently into her hands.

"Amara…. Amara? Hey.. I.. I'm sorry." Lupin sighed while hugging her tightly. The built up stress and anger and frustration at everything that happened, just came flowing out in tears and she held onto Lupin like her life depended on it. When she had stopped crying she smiled at him. Then punched him in the arm.

"Remus! You could have visited you know. I missed you. I reckon you're the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Remus nodded. "Well good luck…." She sniffed as she smiled and hugged him one more time before they had to go back.

The sorting commenced without a hitch and Dumbledore welcomed the new and old students. Then the feast began. Remus and Amara spent the night talking about the things that had happened in the last 12 years. They talked about Harry, and how he was so much like his parents. They also spent the evening chatting with the other professors and having a pleasant time. It was like they were back to their days at Hogwarts, Lupin had aged significantly in the last 12 years but it was still the same old Moony. For a split second she could picture the five of them together again. Laughing and joking around. However reality was brought back to her when she realized it could never be possible. James and Peter were dead, and Sirius… Sirius was the one who killed them. The night ended with a drink.

She woke up with a terrible hangover, however she had a hangover curing potion. So with a gulp of that, she went to the great hall for breakfast.

After breakfast she went to talk to the golden trio before classes started.

"Hey Harry. What's your first class this morning?"

"Oh we all have divination." Harry replied. The trio all nodded along.

"Well have fun. It's an… interesting class. Professor Trilawney can be a little… intense." Amara warned. Then after general greetings with Ron and Hermione, she was off for her own classes.

Amara went back to her classroom to get ready for the 4th year students to come in. She didn't actually love the subject she taught, but it was a job and it was a job where she could keep an eye out for Harry. She never did like arithmancy very much, especially when she had chosen it for her elective course back when she was still a student. However, she had achieved an OWL in this subject because it wasn't too hard for her to understand. After the war Dumbledore had asked her to be the arithmancy professor, and she had agreed.

After her first lesson was over, her muscles remembered what words to speak without her having to think too much. The days passed without much hiccup. It was now October. The third year students had been going into Hogwarts. Harry had asked Amara to sign the permission slip. She wanted him to go, but it was risky. She didn't think Sirius would attack him at Hogsmeade, but he did kill those muggles like nothing, so who's to say he wouldn't do something crazy like that again? Especially after 12 years in Azkaban. So Amara said no. She hated to do it, seeing the joy fade out of the boy's eyes, but it was just too risky. She didn't want to lose Harry too. So now she was in her office with a drink in her hand and contemplating whether she was too paranoid or if it was okay if Harry went to Hogsmede.

That day, at dinner, Amara was talking to Lupin about her doubts.

"I don't know Remus. I mean I want him to enjoy things like this, but I don't want him to end up…" She couldn't finish that sentence.

"It's fine for you to keep him here. I don't want him gone either. He'll understand someday. I tried my best to comfort the kid today. We had some tea in my office." He spoke gently.

"Thank you Remus." She said smiling at him.

After dinner there was a commotion over at Gryffindor tower.

"Oh yes, Professorhead, he got very angry when she wouldn't let him, you see. Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black." Peaves was saying. As soon as she heard that name, Amara lost all strength in her legs and just collapsed. When she did, McGonagall was beside her patting her on the back and helping her back on her feet. Shortly after that they found the Fat Lady in another portrait. After this the students were all moved to the Great Hall and the teachers were instructed to go and search for Sirius Black. Amara was instructed to stay at the Great Hall.

The students were all asleep and Professor Dumbledore came in saying that he wasn't found. Then Snape came in saying the same thing.

"Have you any theory as to how he got in, Professor?" asked Snape. I listened in on the conversation.

"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."

"You remember the conversation we had, Headmaster, just before — ah — the start of term?" said Snape, trying to block Percy and Amara out of the conversation.

"I do, Severus," said Dumbledore, and there was something like warning in his voice.

"It seems — almost impossible — that Black could have entered the school without inside help. I did express my concerns when you appointed —" He was saying as he stared intently at me.

"Are you accusing me Severus?" Amara said, anger filling her voice.

"Well—"

"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it," said Dumbledore, and his tone made it so clear that the subject was closed that Snape didn't finish his sentence.

Amara was now glaring at Snape, as if she were trying to drill a hole into him. Snape glared back and they were soon having a staring contest. It was insulting to her that Snape would ever suspect her or Lupin.

The next few days were torture. Everyone was talking about Sirius Black and Amara had to walk about the castle like nothing was wrong when in fact, she was screaming inside. Harry was put under surveillance.

Soon after, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was here. Amara was really hoping nothing bad would happen this time, however her hopes were proven to be crushed when Harry started to fall from his broom. Dumbledore saved Harry from the fall right before he could crash into the ground.

Days turned into months and soon it was almost Christmas. Amara was very guilty for not letting Harry go to Hogsmeade once again.

"Mum why can't I go? I promise I'll be careful. Please!?" Harry was pleading. Amara really wanted to say yes but this time it was a decision that all the teachers had agreed was the best choice.

"I'm so sorry Harry, but it's just… too dangerous." Amara simply said.

"Fine." Harry humphed and turned around to leave.

After that, Amara was stress cleaning her room when she found Harry's Christmas present. She decided to give it to him early.

"Harry…" She whispered when she found him in the Gryffindor common room. "I'm really sorry I can't let you go to Hogsmeade. But… I wanted to give you this." She said handing him a box wrapped with Red and Gold wrapping paper. Harry softly took it from her and ripped the wrapping paper. "It was supposed to be your Christmas present, but I thought I could give it to you a little earlier.

"What is it?" Harry asked, lifting up the cloak from the box it was in.

"It's an invisibility cloak. It was your dad's. I thought you were old enough to have it. James would have wanted you to have it." She replied.

"Oh." Harry said after a while. He had some tears in his eyes. Seeing that, Amara's eyes also watered. "Thanks mum." Harry hugged her tightly.

"You're welcome." Amara choked. She just held him while patting his back. They just stayed like that for a little while. After that she went back to her room.

The Minister of Magic had called her to the Leaky Cauldron to discuss something about Sirius Black. She had accepted, clearly not thinking straight.

At the Leaky Cauldron they went into a separate room with Madam Rosmerta, the Minister, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid.

"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" Madam Rosmerta asked.

"What else, m'dear, but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween?" The conversation continued like that for a bit then, Fudge said, "We all know what Black's capable of…"

"Do you know, I still have trouble believing it," said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully. "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought… I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead. I mean.. Amara! You must have had quite the shock!"

"Yes… shocked would be an understatement." Amara said, voice slightly quivering.

"You don't know the half of it, Rosmerta," said Fudge gruffly. "The worst he did isn't widely known."

"The worst?" said Madam Rosmerta, curious. "Worse than murdering all those poor people, you mean?"

Oh no.. No... Amara thought.

"I certainly do," said Fudge.

"I can't believe that. What could possibly be worse?"

No.. Don't say it. Please.

"You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," murmured Professor McGonagall. "Do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Naturally," said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. "Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here — ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter."

Oh no here it comes. Please stop.

"Precisely," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course — exceptionally bright, in fact — but I don't think we've ever had such a pair of troublemakers —"

"I dunno," chuckled Hagrid. "Fred and George Weasley could give 'em a run fer their money."

"You'd have thought Black and Potter were brothers!" chimed in Professor Flitwick.

"Inseparable!"

"Of course they were," said Fudge. "Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry with Amara as Godmother. Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him."

"Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who?" whispered Madam Rosmerta.

"Worse even than that, m'dear…" Fudge dropped his voice and proceeded in a sort of low rumble. "Not many people are aware that the Potters knew You-Know-Who was after them."

Here it comes. Amara was close to having another one of her fits now. She needed to breathe. She just couldn't remember how to do it.

"Dumbledore, who was of course working tirelessly against You-Know-Who, had a number of useful spies. One of them tipped him off, and he alerted James and Lily at once. He advised them to go into hiding. Well, of course, You-Know-Who wasn't an easy person to hide from. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the Fidelius Charm."

"How does that work?" said Madam Rosmerta, breathless with interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

"An immensely complex spell," he said squeakily, "involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or SecretKeeper, and is henceforth impossible to find — unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it. As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!"

"So Black was the Potters' Secret-Keeper?" whispered Madam Rosmerta.

"Naturally," said Professor McGonagall. "James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that Black was planning to go into hiding himself… and yet, Dumbledore remained worried. I remember him offering to be the Potters' Secret-Keeper himself."

"He suspected Black?" gasped Madam Rosmerta.

Amara was aware Dumbledore was suspicious of both herself and her then boyfriend. However, she, being madly in love with the man, never suspected a thing.

"He was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements," said Professor McGonagall darkly. "Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to YouKnowWho."

"But James Potter insisted on using Black?"

"He did," said Fudge heavily. "And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed —"

"Black betrayed them?" breathed Madam Rosmerta.

"He did indeed. Black was tired of his double-agent role, he was ready to declare his support openly for You-Know-Who, and he seems to have planned this for the moment of the Potters' death. But, as we all know, You-Know-Who met his downfall in little Harry Potter. Powers gone, horribly weakened, he fled. And this left Black in a very nasty position indeed. His master had fallen at the very moment when he, Black, had shown his true colors as a traitor. He had no choice but to run for it — Are you sure you didn't suspect anything Amara? I mean you were living with him before—" he stopped seeing the tears in Amara's grief stricken eyes.

"No… I didn't… I wish I would have so I could have killed him myself." she said silent tears falling from her eyes.

"Filthy, stinkin' turncoat!" Hagrid yelled.

"Shh!" said Professor McGonagall.

"I met him!" growled Hagrid. "I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an' James's house after they was killed! Jus' got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an' his parents dead… an' Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin' motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin' there. I didn' know he'd bin Lily an' James's Secret-Keeper. Thought he'd jus' heard the news o' You-KnowWho's attack an' come ter see what he could do. White an' shakin', he was. An' yeh know what I did? I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN' TRAITOR!" Hagrid roared.

There it is. The truth. The full truth she had been trying to keep her mind from for 12 years. She was seriously contemplating why the hell she was here. She was now very close to fainting and she was now discreetly clutching at her chest.

"Hagrid, please!" said Professor McGonagall. "Keep your voice down!"

"How was I ter know he wasn' upset abou' Lily an' James? It was You-Know-Who he cared abou'! An' then he says, 'Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll look after him —' Ha! But I'd had me orders from Dumbledore, an' I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his Godmother. Black told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. 'I won't need it anymore,' he says. "I shoulda known there was somethin' fishy goin' on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin' it ter me for? Why wouldn' he need it anymore? Fact was, it was too easy ter trace. Dumbledore knew he'd bin the Potters' Secret-Keeper. Black knew he was goin' ter have ter run fer it that night, knew it was a matter o' hours before the Ministry was after him. But what if I'd given Harry to him, eh? I bet he'd've pitched him off the bike halfway out ter sea. His bes' friends' son! But when a wizard goes over ter the Dark Side, there's nothin' and no one that matters to em anymore…"

Now that had done it. Tears streamed down her face. After so long, hearing the full story again… just broke her all over again. Her ears started to ring and the pain in her chest became stronger. Someone had come over to comfort her, but she just started to sob even more. After some time she had calmed down enough to hear the rest of the conversation. She wished she hadn't though.

"Pettigrew died a hero's death. Eyewitnesses —Muggles, of course, we wiped their memories later — told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They say he was sobbing, 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?' And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, Black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens…"

Amara hadn't heard that before and now even more grief and anger swelled up inside her.

Professor McGonagall now done with comforting her, blew her nose and said thickly, "Stupid boy… foolish boy… he was always hopeless at dueling… should have left it to the Ministry…"

"I tell yeh, if I'd got ter Black before little Pettigrew did, I wouldn't've messed around with wands — I'd 've ripped him limb — from — limb," Hagrid growled.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I — I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there laughing, with what was left of Pettigrew in front of him… a heap of bloodstained robes and a few — a few fragments —"

"Stop please. I… Can't sit here and listen to this again. I mean I knew what he had done but… I didn't think.. Please… I'm going to go. I'm sorry that I didn't realize sooner that he.. He had turned to the side of Voldemort." With that she left the pub and fled back to Hogwarts. She spent that night drinking away her memories. Devastated and drunk, she walked to Remus's office.

"Remus! I need to talk to you. I need someone, anyone to be a friend." Amara drunkenly fell into the arms of the werewolf when he opened his door.

"Woah. Amara! Darling.. What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"I just had to relive the most horrible night of my life. So, I drank." Remus was now guiding me to his desk chair.

"You got to stop drinking like this. You'll kill yourself."

"The only reason I haven't yet is because of Harry. Drinking is the only way the pain will go away." Remus just sighed at that. He then went over to his side of the desk and brought out a sobering potion and handed it to her.

"Just drink this and sleep. Or do you want to talk about it." Amara grabbed the tiny vile from his hand and drank it.

"No.. I don't really want to talk about it….. It's just he was laughing. Remus. He was fucking laughing! He didn't even feel any remorse. He.. How could he.. I still don't know how…. How he could've been that cruel and I didn't know. Even when I lived in the same house as him." She started to sob again. At that, Remus came over to her and hugged her tightly. She just sobbed into him for what seemed like hours. When she had finally calmed down, she could see that Remus's eyes were also red from tears, and she just hugged him again. After that they talked a bit more about other lighter subjects and drank some tea to help her sober up. Then Amara left to her own room and turned in for the night.