Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful universe of Harry Potter. They belong to Her Intellectual Geniusness, J.K Rowling. All I own is Necrosia, Nokomis, Sari, Kenaze, Anazia, Necrian, Dou'raan, Silarii, and Lunai. Please dun steal them from me!!!

N/N: sorry I took so long, but schoolwork (*casts Fira on all homework in her sight*) had decided to hold me hostage for a while, not to mention trying to update/begin other stories, making my own hoodies, fixing a pair of shoes so they look really cool, sewing a sticker onto my bookbag (stickers don't like to stay sticky forever you know), painting flames onto my bookbag, making my costume for Halloween (Lulu! Tis me nicknamesake.) oki, also, if you want me to advertise anything, I'll do it. If only for the sake of being able to type. ^_^ Thankies are at the bottom.

Chapter Four: The Familiarity of Unfamiliarity

"The black robe definitely works for you." Said Sari the next day as they were getting ready for their classes. Necrosia frowned.

"I don't like it." She replied flatly.

"I completely agree with you. I hate uniforms." Said Nokomis walking in.

"What's wrong with it? Well ok, the Gryffindor colours generally clash with you, Necrosia, but it still looks alright!" said Sari, desperately trying to make Necrosia smile.

"I should be in Slytherin," Necrosia muttered, "it's too – dahkh* – bright here."

"Hmm? I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch that." Said Sari.

"Nevermind."

"Come on already! I want some food." Whined Nokomis.

"There you three are! Hurry up or we'll be late for breakfast!" exclaimed Hermione as she burst through the door right when Sari opened her mouth to say something reproving to Nokomis.

"Finally!" yelled Nokomis as she walked toward the door, "I've been trying to get them going for ages!" Then Nokomis left. "Nokomis…." Started Sari as she began walking after the Night Wolf and left as well. Silently, Necrosia watched the two girls leave then turned once again to her reflection in the mirror, frowning once more.

"You look fine dear. Now just go out and give that pale skin of yours some colour, hmm?" said the mirror. Necrosia glared at it and muttered darkly in Dou'raan.

"It's right you know." Said Hermione. Necrosia nearly jumped. She had forgotten that Hermione was still in the room.

"You do look nice. It lets us all see your face," Hermione said, then shook her head, "there were bets going around about what you looked like under your hood. No one expected – "

"'MIONE!! HURRY UP!" came Ron's bellow from the common room.

"Shall we go then?" asked Necrosia. Hermione nodded and the two girls walked down to the common room where Ron and Harry were awaiting them. Nokomis had apparently dragged Sari to the Great Hall ahead of them. Before Hermione could even reach the bottom step when Ron approached her.

"'Mione, you have to help me! I don't get the Transfiguration homework at all." Ron pleaded, giving Hermione his best puppy dog eyes.

"Well maybe you should have done it last night when we were in the Library instead of looking up all those books on Quidditch!" reprimanded Hermione.

"Hermione!" Ron whined. Hermione gave a defeated sort of sigh.

"Oh fine, fine. Let's get down to the Great Hall quickly then. It's our first class of the day you know." Replied Hermione. The two Gryffindors quickly exited the common room. Ron pestering Hermione with question after question while Hermione patiently answered them all. With an amused look on his face, Harry watched the two leave.

"I wonder if she'll ever notice." Necrosia said abruptly, standing beside Harry.

"Notice what?" he asked turning towards her.

"That he likes her immensely"

"Oh that. I don't think she noticed all last year either."

This got a twitching corner of a lip from Necrosia.

"Shall we get going to the Great Hall?"

"Certainly"

The two began the trek towards the Great Hall. After a moment, Harry broke the silence.

"Can you tell if she likes him back? Guys I can tell, girls….girls are complete mystery to me." Necrosia chuckled, then sighed.

"You promise me that you won't say anything to either Ron or Hermione? Or anyone else for that matter?"

"Of course."

"She holds a strong love in her heart, so strong that I am able to tell who it is. But it is not Ron."

"Ron will not be happy when he finds that out. Wait a sec, what do you mean you can tell who it is?"

"I can sense other people's emotions the way a Dementor sucks the happiness out of people." Harry shuddered at this.

"Can you tell me who?"

Necrosia looked sharply at Harry.

"She hasn't told you?"

"No. Well, not yet. I assume she'll tell me eventually."

"Then you can wait until then."

"Aw c'mon!"

"Absolutely not."

"Can you at least tell me if it's me?"

"The love she holds for you is like the kind a sister feels for her brother. Nothing more. That's the same kind of love she has for Ron."

"Ahhhh. Is he a Gryffindor? Is he a he?"

"I don't know and yes."

"Hmm."

"I also know that you seem to harbour some feelings for a certain black haired Night Wolf." Said Necrosia with a side-ways glance at Harry. Harry could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Well, er, um, uh, you see – " Harry stammered.

"You needn't explain anything to me."

Harry let out a sigh of relief and then sat down across next to Necrosia, as they had finally reached their table in the Great Hall.

"Hey! We got DADA all this afternoon!!" exclaimed Nokomis, "Do y'think he'll let us swordfight?"

"Nokomis, not everything can be solved with a sword fight." Said Sari rolling her eyes.

"Yes it can."

"No it can't."

"Yes it can."

"No it can't."

"Yes it can."

"Who's the DADA teacher?" Necrosia cut in, not wanting to have to listen to their bickering all through breakfast.

"Professor Lupin again!" Harry exclaimed happily, "he taught us in our third year, too. He's the best one we've ever had." Ron nodded his head in agreement as he had his mouth chock full of food. Hermione didn't answer, she was reading another book. Necrosia looked up at the High Table.

"Which one is he?" she asked.

"The one sitting next to Snape, with the brown hair. You can't see it from here, but there a couple gray hairs too." Said Harry pointing. Professor Lupin saw him pointing and waved smilingly at him. Harry waved back. Necrosia frowned.

"He feels – different." She said, "I felt an aura like his before but I can't place it."

"That might be because, well, um, becauseheisawerewolf." Harry replied, saying the last bit very fast.

"Oh yes, I recognize it now." Necrosia then turned back to her breakfast.

"You're ok with it?"

"Ok with what?"

"The DADA teacher being a werewolf."

"Why shouldn't I be?" asked Necrosia.

'I've only lived my entire life with Dementors on Azkaban.' Necrosia thought to herself.

"Well, some people are biased against werewolves, like some people think blood-lines are important." Replied Harry.

"It's not to me."

"Ok then. Um…yeah, sure."

The rest of the breakfast went on with everyone talking and eating and Necrosia sitting silently and watching, glancing up every now and then at Professor Lupin. He seemed so familiar to her….and yet she was sure that she had never met the man.
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The six friends left the Great Hall after lunch and headed excitedly towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Luckily for them, the classroom was fairly close to the Great Hall so they didn't have to far to go. Even for all their hurrying they were still the last ones in the classroom. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up to talk to Professor Lupin for a moment before class and Sari and Nokomis took their seats. Only Necrosia froze in her tracks the moment she walked in the door. There, lying behind Professor Lupin's desk was a large black dog, staring straight at her.

'It can't be,' Necrosia thought, 'it can't. He couldn't be here. Unless – " and realization dawned on the necromancer. She now knew why Professor Lupin had seemed so familiar to her, even though the two had never met. How many times had she been told stories of their adventures? How many times had he told her of their time at Hogwarts? The large black dog got up and ran over to her, wagging its tail excitedly. Necrosia bent down and hugged the dog affectionately. She was acutely aware of the professor's and Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's shock.

"Hello Padfoot." She murmured into the dog's ear, "about time you found me." Then Necrosia smiled for the first time since she came to Hogwarts.

From their vantage point, Sari and Nokomis were able to see everything. Sari's jaw dropped.

"Is she smiling?" she asked Nokomis

"Yeah. And to think, we've been trying so hard to get her to do that, when all it took was this dog to show up."

"Of all the things to make her smile, it's a dog. Oh the irony."

 Dahkh – d*mn or durn. Take your pick.

Midnight: ta very much so. Is your Elven name Tokein's Elvish or made up? My Tolkein's Elvish name is Celeb'isiliana…although I dun think I created it correctly. *shrugs* its supposed to mean Silver Moon anyhow.