Disclaimer: Just Rowena. . . JKR does this job better anyway
*Rowena sat upon a stool in the Great Hall, hundreds of eyes fixated on her. A younger and more strict Professor McGonagall placed the black, withered, sooty Sorting Hat upon her head. Rowena could only see pitch black, and was thankful, for all the stares had started to make her blush.
'Ah, you are quite daring, charismatic. . . erm, mature even. What a decision to make! I'm thinking Gryffindor, however you could have some friends in Slytherin. You are much too cunning for Hufflepuff, but not devious enough for Slytherin. And you aren't one to abide by rules, so Ravenclaw is out of the question. Enough! I've made my decision! GRYFFINDOR!'
Rowena smiled at the Gryffindor table, as the hat had been removed from her head, and she could hear the cheering from the table of her new House. She walked energetically toward the table, her eye on a fellow First year, with black hair and a perfectly reckless grin upon his face. 'Good looking, no doubt.', Rowena thought. The boy all of a sudden turned his head toward her as she approached, giving a friendly smile. Rowena sat next to him. He turned toward her, and offered her his hand to shake. She took it, feeling slightly self-conscious.
"Sirius Black. . . and you?", the boy said.
"Rowena Flintwood, pleased to meet you."
"This is Remus Lupin.", Sirius said, pointing to a boy with brown hair across from him. The Lupin boy seemed simply kind and kept to himself.
"And this is James Potter.", Sirius added, jerking his head to boy with unruly black hair and glasses. This boy grinned at her, and Rowena could already sense he was going to be a troublemaker along with Sirius. *
Rowena woke up. Feeling the slight ache of her joints, she yawned, pushing herself off the bed. She placed her feet on the stone cold floor, all of a sudden realizing someone was watching her. She could feel their presence.
She turned around to find Remus looking at her, with the most serene look on his face, a soft smile. He, like Sirius, had changed as well. His brown hair now had greyish roots, and he too had circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were the same greenish-grey they had always been. He was an attractive man, but placed next to Sirius, you wouldn't even notice him. But he was always one Rowena could count on. He was kind and sincere, awfully good at calming a person down. He was sensitive, perhaps in the way Dumbledore was.
"Remus!", she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. This could never happen with Sirius, for hugs meant someone needing comfort in his opinion. Remus reciprocated with a few laughs.
"You didn't even see me, did you?"
"Well. . . no. Isn't it a little early?", she said, looking outside her window, and noticing the sun was just rising.
Remus shrugged, adding, "I wake early, I can't help it. So I decided to see how early you wake."
Rowena laughed at the absurdity of this.
"So I have to tell my favorite werewolf my life story?", she asked teasingly.
He shook his head, grinning.
"Sirius could not go to sleep last night. He was so excited about you being here. He told me every detail of what you both talked about. He really missed you, I guess. Nepal must have been great, you know, peaceful, quiet, serene. . ."
"Like you?", Rowena added with a smile.
"Well, not really. I may have been a prefect, but I was also a Marauder. You'd be kicked out if you were quiet, peaceful, or serene!"
They both laughed.
Remus suddenly looked worried, his eyes fell.
Rowena leaned closer to him on the edge of the bed and asked,
"What's the matter?"
Remus gave a tragic smile.
"Well. . . it's just that. . . what if someone finds out about Sirius? At some point it will happen, and happen soon, and all the obsessive caution in the world can't change that. I don't mean to be negative, but we can't keep it a secret for long."
She put her hand on his shoulder, while he sulked more.
"Honestly, have some faith Remus! We're both trustworthy with secrets, and Sirius won't try to leave now."
"You'd be surprised, Rowena. Even on Dumbledore's orders, he refuses to obey sometimes. I can understand, being stuck here, unable to leave knowing someone you care for immensely can be affected by it. Well, when it happens, I guess we'll deal with it then. I'm sure you'll be joining the Order, right?"
"Yeah, definitely. But we'll have to fill Sirius in, won't we?"
Remus sighed, "Well, he wants that. However, if we fill him in, he might be more inspired to leave, help out the Order.", he bit his lip, "But if you tell him, I bet he would listen. Now that you're staying here, I think he'll be much happier. I'm not enough, you know? Even though we're best friends, we can't laugh about things as much. . . you know, I was so depressed when he had. . . and then two days later, he was sitting in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet. And I never know if he's going to stay, or if he'll leave, or if he will pass away. It's so spontaneous. I don't how I can stand it."
Rowena sighed, and pulled Remus on the bed next to her. He looked at her oddly, but let her do so.
"Listen", she started, "You can't afford to worry like this. Sirius will be fine, as long as we both can be here for him. We shouldn't lose our minds like this! I mean, we should be glad and ecstatic that he's alive and that we can be with him, and that someday he can see his godson again. And Remus, you were always the calm one, now don't go off and lose your head! Don't you realize, that the day you came back from the Department of Mysteries, you didn't have any of your friends from Hogwarts? That they were all dead? Hell, Peter was dead when he joined Voldemort! Now, you still have Sirius with you, so let's enjoy it."
Remus nodded slowly, taking in what she said. He had often been the one to talk sense into people and now he was sick of it. Rowena could see all of this.
She patted him on the back, and after a while, got up and asked,
"Where is the bath?"
Remus pointed mutely to the room downstairs. Rowena took her wand and transfigured a towel out of midair. She smiled softly, being reminded of her Hogwarts days when she spent her time with Remus and Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, playing wizard chess, laughing, and the like. She suddenly remembered Severus Snape, on the way downstairs. He had been her only real friend out of Gryffindor. He was kind to her, and never called her Mudblood, despite Rowena's mum being a Muggle. They had gotten along so well, partly because they both were the top two students in Potions, and because they shared the belief that popularity was overrated.
She walked into the dark marble shower, putting her fresh clothes and towel on a hook nearby. She felt the warm water on her shoulders, and she shivered, closing her eyes.
*It was her Third year at Hogwarts and she realized she was running late to Transfiguration. She was working up in her mind what she would tell McGonagall, in such frustration, that she ran quite ungracefully into a taller boy, knocking the heavy Potions books he had out of his hands. She blushed, feeling so clumsy, and picked up the books off the floor. She noticed these books were much too advanced, even for a Seventh year. She handed them to the boy and saw his eyes were large and black, his hair was oily and lank, and, yes, he was hooknosed. He looked amused.
"Don't you watch where you're going?"
She gave him a sheepish smile, not knowing what to say.
"Well, you know how it is to be late, I'm sure. McGonagall is going to eat me alive. . . I'm so sorry. Are you really studying those books, or just trying to impress some girl by giving the illusion you're brilliant?"
The boy chuckled, "No, I really am studying them. Professor Virenst is taking things too slowly, and I thought I would take up some Potions reading during his class, you know, while he's lecturing. I've already learned the potions by heart. No point in wasting time."
Rowena grinned, clearly impressed by this person.
She extended her hand, "Rowena Flintwood."
The boy looked at her oddly, saying, "I'm a Slytherin. . . and you're a Gryffindor. . ."
"So?", she said with a smile.
He reciprocated the smile, and took her hand to shake it.
"Severus Snape."
"Nice to meet you. Well, I better get going. . . you know McGonagall. See you around, Severus."
She walked off toward the Transfigurations classroom, no longer caring that she was late, and unable to notice that Severus was just staring at her out of confusion. *
A/N: I'm losing ideas of what to do with this. It would be greatly appreciated if you could give any of your thoughts, and I will certainly give you credit.
*Rowena sat upon a stool in the Great Hall, hundreds of eyes fixated on her. A younger and more strict Professor McGonagall placed the black, withered, sooty Sorting Hat upon her head. Rowena could only see pitch black, and was thankful, for all the stares had started to make her blush.
'Ah, you are quite daring, charismatic. . . erm, mature even. What a decision to make! I'm thinking Gryffindor, however you could have some friends in Slytherin. You are much too cunning for Hufflepuff, but not devious enough for Slytherin. And you aren't one to abide by rules, so Ravenclaw is out of the question. Enough! I've made my decision! GRYFFINDOR!'
Rowena smiled at the Gryffindor table, as the hat had been removed from her head, and she could hear the cheering from the table of her new House. She walked energetically toward the table, her eye on a fellow First year, with black hair and a perfectly reckless grin upon his face. 'Good looking, no doubt.', Rowena thought. The boy all of a sudden turned his head toward her as she approached, giving a friendly smile. Rowena sat next to him. He turned toward her, and offered her his hand to shake. She took it, feeling slightly self-conscious.
"Sirius Black. . . and you?", the boy said.
"Rowena Flintwood, pleased to meet you."
"This is Remus Lupin.", Sirius said, pointing to a boy with brown hair across from him. The Lupin boy seemed simply kind and kept to himself.
"And this is James Potter.", Sirius added, jerking his head to boy with unruly black hair and glasses. This boy grinned at her, and Rowena could already sense he was going to be a troublemaker along with Sirius. *
Rowena woke up. Feeling the slight ache of her joints, she yawned, pushing herself off the bed. She placed her feet on the stone cold floor, all of a sudden realizing someone was watching her. She could feel their presence.
She turned around to find Remus looking at her, with the most serene look on his face, a soft smile. He, like Sirius, had changed as well. His brown hair now had greyish roots, and he too had circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were the same greenish-grey they had always been. He was an attractive man, but placed next to Sirius, you wouldn't even notice him. But he was always one Rowena could count on. He was kind and sincere, awfully good at calming a person down. He was sensitive, perhaps in the way Dumbledore was.
"Remus!", she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. This could never happen with Sirius, for hugs meant someone needing comfort in his opinion. Remus reciprocated with a few laughs.
"You didn't even see me, did you?"
"Well. . . no. Isn't it a little early?", she said, looking outside her window, and noticing the sun was just rising.
Remus shrugged, adding, "I wake early, I can't help it. So I decided to see how early you wake."
Rowena laughed at the absurdity of this.
"So I have to tell my favorite werewolf my life story?", she asked teasingly.
He shook his head, grinning.
"Sirius could not go to sleep last night. He was so excited about you being here. He told me every detail of what you both talked about. He really missed you, I guess. Nepal must have been great, you know, peaceful, quiet, serene. . ."
"Like you?", Rowena added with a smile.
"Well, not really. I may have been a prefect, but I was also a Marauder. You'd be kicked out if you were quiet, peaceful, or serene!"
They both laughed.
Remus suddenly looked worried, his eyes fell.
Rowena leaned closer to him on the edge of the bed and asked,
"What's the matter?"
Remus gave a tragic smile.
"Well. . . it's just that. . . what if someone finds out about Sirius? At some point it will happen, and happen soon, and all the obsessive caution in the world can't change that. I don't mean to be negative, but we can't keep it a secret for long."
She put her hand on his shoulder, while he sulked more.
"Honestly, have some faith Remus! We're both trustworthy with secrets, and Sirius won't try to leave now."
"You'd be surprised, Rowena. Even on Dumbledore's orders, he refuses to obey sometimes. I can understand, being stuck here, unable to leave knowing someone you care for immensely can be affected by it. Well, when it happens, I guess we'll deal with it then. I'm sure you'll be joining the Order, right?"
"Yeah, definitely. But we'll have to fill Sirius in, won't we?"
Remus sighed, "Well, he wants that. However, if we fill him in, he might be more inspired to leave, help out the Order.", he bit his lip, "But if you tell him, I bet he would listen. Now that you're staying here, I think he'll be much happier. I'm not enough, you know? Even though we're best friends, we can't laugh about things as much. . . you know, I was so depressed when he had. . . and then two days later, he was sitting in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet. And I never know if he's going to stay, or if he'll leave, or if he will pass away. It's so spontaneous. I don't how I can stand it."
Rowena sighed, and pulled Remus on the bed next to her. He looked at her oddly, but let her do so.
"Listen", she started, "You can't afford to worry like this. Sirius will be fine, as long as we both can be here for him. We shouldn't lose our minds like this! I mean, we should be glad and ecstatic that he's alive and that we can be with him, and that someday he can see his godson again. And Remus, you were always the calm one, now don't go off and lose your head! Don't you realize, that the day you came back from the Department of Mysteries, you didn't have any of your friends from Hogwarts? That they were all dead? Hell, Peter was dead when he joined Voldemort! Now, you still have Sirius with you, so let's enjoy it."
Remus nodded slowly, taking in what she said. He had often been the one to talk sense into people and now he was sick of it. Rowena could see all of this.
She patted him on the back, and after a while, got up and asked,
"Where is the bath?"
Remus pointed mutely to the room downstairs. Rowena took her wand and transfigured a towel out of midair. She smiled softly, being reminded of her Hogwarts days when she spent her time with Remus and Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, playing wizard chess, laughing, and the like. She suddenly remembered Severus Snape, on the way downstairs. He had been her only real friend out of Gryffindor. He was kind to her, and never called her Mudblood, despite Rowena's mum being a Muggle. They had gotten along so well, partly because they both were the top two students in Potions, and because they shared the belief that popularity was overrated.
She walked into the dark marble shower, putting her fresh clothes and towel on a hook nearby. She felt the warm water on her shoulders, and she shivered, closing her eyes.
*It was her Third year at Hogwarts and she realized she was running late to Transfiguration. She was working up in her mind what she would tell McGonagall, in such frustration, that she ran quite ungracefully into a taller boy, knocking the heavy Potions books he had out of his hands. She blushed, feeling so clumsy, and picked up the books off the floor. She noticed these books were much too advanced, even for a Seventh year. She handed them to the boy and saw his eyes were large and black, his hair was oily and lank, and, yes, he was hooknosed. He looked amused.
"Don't you watch where you're going?"
She gave him a sheepish smile, not knowing what to say.
"Well, you know how it is to be late, I'm sure. McGonagall is going to eat me alive. . . I'm so sorry. Are you really studying those books, or just trying to impress some girl by giving the illusion you're brilliant?"
The boy chuckled, "No, I really am studying them. Professor Virenst is taking things too slowly, and I thought I would take up some Potions reading during his class, you know, while he's lecturing. I've already learned the potions by heart. No point in wasting time."
Rowena grinned, clearly impressed by this person.
She extended her hand, "Rowena Flintwood."
The boy looked at her oddly, saying, "I'm a Slytherin. . . and you're a Gryffindor. . ."
"So?", she said with a smile.
He reciprocated the smile, and took her hand to shake it.
"Severus Snape."
"Nice to meet you. Well, I better get going. . . you know McGonagall. See you around, Severus."
She walked off toward the Transfigurations classroom, no longer caring that she was late, and unable to notice that Severus was just staring at her out of confusion. *
A/N: I'm losing ideas of what to do with this. It would be greatly appreciated if you could give any of your thoughts, and I will certainly give you credit.