Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter.
Author's note: Okay, these couple of first ones are maybe like an introduction or something, so there's not lot talking in 'em. But you get to know to Syra. That's the important thing here. R&R! Thanks!
Meeting a Friend
The trio left on their way. Syra is not sure where they went, because they surely didn't go to their common room. They took a wrong turn, so it´s obvios that they are going somewhere else. Syra shakes her head and laughs.
She starts to call Xente. He runs to Syra and then walks beside her as they're going to library. She talks to him and Xente listens her fauthfully. Corridors are empty and Syra's footsteps echoes in the halls. Xente roars in the hallway, only because Syra wants him to scare the night walkers back to their common rooms. She remembers her own school days. She was one of those who always wandered around the school at night, looking for secret rooms and passage ways. Xente didn't exist then, but she had a pure white rat, with blue eyes. Syra looks at Xente now with a smirk.
"And you ate it. How could you?"
Syra got Xente when she ended her education at Hogwarts. He didn't like her rat that much, and so he ate it. Syra didn´t want to keep him after that but her mother made her to. Now, Xente only take orders from Syra and her mother.
While Syra and Xente is walking to the library, a black cat runs towards them. Syra's eyes widen
"Oh no..."
Xente is taking his hunting position, but Syra grabs it around his neck, so he can´t attack.
"Xente, no! Just calm down. It's alright. "
Syra manages to calm him down and he gives up. Syra stares into the cat's eyes and they look so sad, but still so familiar.
"Come here. I won't hurt you - that's it."
Syra takes the cat into her arms and pets it. Xente doesn´t look very happy about this.
"Oh, get over it Xente. Now, lets look for the owner of this cat."
When they get closer to library, Syra hear voices coming from there. She enters and tries to find the source of the voices. The cat tries to struggle its way away from Syra.
"So, you came from here, didn't you. Why were you running?"
It sounds like the voices come from everywhere, but then she finds a corner, where is a girl, sitting on the window pane and a man talking to her.
"It can't be?"
Syra whispers quietly and tries to keep in the shadows, but fails because Xente runs to the man, who looks very tired and older than he really is.
"What? Is it you Xente? What are you doing in here?" The girl looks frightened when she sees Xente. Syra walks closer to them, so they can see her.
"It's Xente. And he's here with me." T
he man's jaw drops when he sees Syra standing in front of him, but Syra ignores him and walks to the girl, who she recognizes as a girl, who ran out of the Great Hall when she was sorted into her house.
"I bet this cat is yours?" Syra hands her the cat and sits down next to her.
"Yeah, it's mine. Thanks."
Syra studies her eyes carefully. They look almost just like hers, but they are different color.
"You know, I don't blame you for running out like that. It's your first year here, but in the sixth grade. I did that too. I mean, ran out."
The girl smiles to her and finally relaxes and isn't that scared of Xente.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't introduce myself. How stupid can I be?" Syra slaps her forehead with her hand and roll her eyes. It's Syra Ewerlost. I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Syra shake hands with the girl.
"I´m Calandra Lestrange. It's nice to meet you."
The man coughs to get the attention.
"Well, Ms. Lestrange. I guess it's time to go to your common room now. It's eight o'clock already."
"Oh, yes. Well, goodnight to you both"
Syra waves her hand once to her and listens when she is out of hearing sight.
"Well, I didn't know that there's going to be two Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, Remus."
They look at each other a long time, before the man, who Syra calls Remus, talks.
"There is only one Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And that's you, Syra."
Syra isn't believing a word he says.
"Then, what are you doing here? Are you here as a professor Lupin or just Lupin?"
"Well...I'm here as Lupin. And there's just some stuff, I need to take care of. I honestly didn't expect Dumbledore to choose you to be a teacher."
"You think I can't handle it? And take care of? Like what? Cal?"
Remus comes closer to Syra, grinning at her.
"Oh, come here you little troublemaker and give me a hug!"
Remus hugs Syra so tight that she has to ask him to stop so she can catch a breath.
"It's just so nice to see you again."
"What? We saw just like three months ago? It's not that long." Syra doesn't say this seriously. She and Remus met two years ago and Remus has been taking care of her like a big brother. "It's really good to see you too Remus."
Both of them jump when they hear a cracking noise from the entrance to library.
"Now, take a good look at Mrs. Norris. We're gonna get those little brats and punish them for sneaking around the school."
Syra sighs.
"God, I'm still afraid of him. He's the most creepiest person I've ever met. But I must say that Tom, in Leaky Cauldron gives him a good challenge." Remus lets out a laughter but Syra remains quiet "It's not funny you know. They can scare the heck out of you." Remus just laughs, while Syra turns stif and stares Mr. Filch right in his eyes.
"We're not students, if you didn't notice." Remus says as clearly as he can.
Xente instead, stares at Mrs. Norris who takes her feet in a good use and runs out of the library. Mr. Filch still looks at Syra, who has gone even paler than she was, before Filch found her and Remus in the library.
"Your kind of people shouldn't be even near this school after you have left it once. You're nothing but menace to us." Syra just nods, being unable to talk. "And that oversized cat of yours... it's dangerous. Can't understand what was going on in Dumbledore's head when he chose you to come back here." Filch walks away, mumbles something under his breath about old fool, which probably means Dumbledore.
"And I don't know what's going on in Dumbledore's head, when he lets you stay here, scaring people like that." Syra says, when she's able to talk again and got over the shock, meeting Mr. Filch again.
Remus wraps his arm around her shoulders and look out of the window, seeing only darkness. Syra looks out, seeing Hagrid feeding thestrals, but then shoos them away, when three persons run to him. Syra tries to see what are they doing and Remus notices this.
"Harry, Ron and Hermione always go down to Hagrid, when it's dark and they shouldn't even be out of beds. Professors know about it, but Dumbledore let them do what they want actually."
"Why?"
"I have no idea." Syra looks up at the sky and then Remus.
"You are aware of the full moon, right?" Remus turns his gaze to Syra.
"I'm aware of it. Don't worry, I have taken my potion and I'll be by myself, when the moon shines up in the sky." Syra can sense the sadness in Remus' voice. He has been suffering of being a werewolf almost his whole life and it's eating his energy. Syra turns away, to see the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where she thinks she just saw something glowing. But then backs off, making Remus confuse.
"I have never seen them that close to school. They've always been in the deepest of the Forest. I have to go there -" Remus looks out to understand what on earth was Syra talking about. He runs after her.
"Syra, NO! Don't go out there, please!"
Syra doesn't listen to him, but runs through the hallways, Xente following her and her cloak fluttering behind her. They all get to the Entrance Hall, where Syra sees Dumbledore and Snape. Remus hasn't noticed them yet and still yells to Syra.
"You can't go there!"
Syra opens the door with a one wave of a hand and runs out.
"Syra!"
Remus shouts after her, eventhough he knows, it's pointless. Dumbledore grabs Remus by his shoulders to stop him going outside.
"Let her go, Remus! She knows what she's doing and you can't go after her. You know that! Just, let her go!" Dumbledore has to raise his voice to make Remus listen. He knows that Syra wants to go outside, to see what she has always respected, always adored.
A/N: R&R! Thanks again!