3 years later

Grey stared down at her letter for Hogwarts. She had to admit she felt pride, though she was pretty sure it would happen. She had shown early signs of magic, such as turning Oliver nose into a carrot…and Snape into Jell-O. Grey smiled faintly when she remembered that, it was right after Snape had talked Lupin into moving away. Grey had been angry and hurt and stole Lupin's wand once again. Snape had turned into the first thing that came to Grey's mind. That thing happened to be Jell-O.

Sitting down on her bed Grey pushed a curl the color of the reddest rose out of her face as she reread the letter, hoping that Olive was doing the same somewhere. That was the greatest thing about Hogwarts; it would bring the two of them together again. Grey knew deep in her heart that Oliver would go to Hogwarts; she just hoped it wasn't too late to save him.

Grey stared at herself in the mirror by her bed. Will he recognize me? She wondered. She was very different. Her hair was know much longer, and red with soft messy curls that framed her face perfectly. She tried to imagine Oliver, tried to see what that skinny scared little boy with brown hair would look like now. She sighed when she found the image was just out of reach. "I never forgot you," She told a picture of the two of them that was sitting on her nightstand, right next to her Jesus clock. Lupin had taken it on night when Oliver had managed to sneak over while his dad was passed out.

Grey stood up, stretching her arms above her head then scratching her fat kitten Buddha on the head. He mewed softly and went back to sleep. Grey chuckled and turned away, she thought it was probably time to go down stars. Lupin would probably want to celebrate with her or some fatherly thing like that. She stopped right before she stepped out the door. Something suddenly came to her, something she had read a long time ago. She rushed to her bookcase and searched frantically for the right book. Finding it, a faded red copy of the Hand Guide to Werewolves, Grey yanked it off the shelf and sat down on the floor, her skirt billowing out around her.

"Where is it?" Grey asked herself, searching throw the dusty pages of the old book she had found long ago in Lupin's bookcase. She had never paid to much attention to its content before, but sometimes it takes a while for information to take full effect. Grey found the passage she had been looking for and reread it several times before she let it really seep in. The passage was about werewolf reproduction and what happens to their young.

Grey ran from her room, leaving the book lying open on her floor. Buddha stared at her as she ran from the room. She took the stairs three at a time and landed, more gracefully then she ever had before, at the bottom. "MOONY!" she shrieked, her emotions jumbled up inside her. She ran toward the kitchen where he was making lunch. He looked up in surprise when Grey burst into the room in a huff.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, her voice high pitched and angry, "Why?"

"Honey what are you talking about?" Lupin asked, putting down the spatula and forgetting the grilled cheese sandwich for a moment.

"Why aren't I a werewolf?" Grey asked, her face confused and hurt, "You are a one and werewolves pass that on to their children. So why aren't I a werewolf?"

Lupin fell back into a chair that was sitting forgotten in the middle of the kitchen, "Oh Merlin I was hopping you wouldn't find out so soon."

"What do you mean soon? I'm 11 Moony I'm not that young. Tell me the truth! You aren't aloud the lie anymore!" Grey said bitterly, leaning against the counter.

"Well honey, you aren't a werewolf because you aren't my daughter," Lupin told her, tears in his eyes, "I have raised you since you were three years old, since you father brought you to me one night before he was taken away. I'm sorry I never told you before, but you were too young, I didn't want to burden you with this knowledge at to young an age."

"How can you say that? That I'm not you daughter?" Grey asked, tears in her eyes as well.

"I'm not your father…"

"But you're my dad," Grey told him, moving toward him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "You raised me, your protected me, you cleaned up after me when I puked, you are my dad." Grey pulled away and looked down at Lupin, "But I am slightly pissed about the lying. And feel I shouldn't get in trouble for using the word pissed," Grey added.

"You wont. Don't worry. So 'hon. do you want to know who your real father is?"

"Kind of, but it wont change how I feel. You are still by daddy."

Lupin smiled faintly, "Your father is Sirius Black."

A few weeks later.

Grey shoved her bags into the overhead compartment and leaned out the window. She caught sight of Lupin and waved her arms wildly, "BYE!" she yelled as the train fired up, "I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!" Lupin smiled as he watched his daughter waving out of the train. He was so proud to see her on her way to Hogwarts.

"BYE GREY!" he called over the sound of the train and cheering kids, and their loving parents saying goodbye. The train sped off and left a trial of exhaust in it's wake.

Grey ducked back inside the compartment and gazed around her. She had managed to get the last empty one and wanted it to stay that way that is of course unless Oliver find her, which she was hopping for. Grey curled up in the corner of the compartment and dreamed of what could happen when she got to Hogwarts.

At some point she fell asleep, a shallow sleep that wasn't very restful and was filled with odd dreams. She opened her eyes to find that the train had stopped moving. She perked up when she realized that she had arrived at Hogwarts.

Inside the great hall.

The Great Hall was filled with excitement as the first year students all stepped inside for the first time, well all but one girl that had been in there before any of the students arrived. She ran up to all the first years and did and unnecessary bow the joined them in their waiting.

Grey was looking around her, trying to find the brown haired boy she once knew so well. She searched the faces of each boy around her, trying to find the one in the picture by her bed. Then she found it. Older now but still the same boy with fear hidden is his eyes. Now his clothes fit him better but he still seemed like he was trying hide, like he wanted anything in the world other then being there. He too was searching faces.

He found Grey's face, though he didn't know it was her. He stared at her longer then he had any other girl, but this wasn't the same girl. He hair wasn't long and black, it was like rose petals framing her face. Her eyes were what kept him staring. Beautiful blue eyes that seemed to change shades in an instant when they saw Oliver. They two children stared at each other for a long moment, neither saying a word. They didn't notice that the shorting hat had already sung it's song and was well into shorting the children.

"Grey Lupin," Was called. That's when Oliver realized who he had been staring at for the last ten minutes. His eyes went hard and he turned away.

"Ollie?" Grey whispered, stepping toward Oliver. She touched his shoulder and her flinched, pulling away.

"Don't," he whispered angrily, "I kept waiting for you Grey. Whenever things got to be unbearable I would just think that you would somehow now, that you would save me," Oliver let this all pour from him as he stared into the very changed face of his old friend, "But you never came. You never saved me," He took a step back from Grey, "You lied and now you can't save me."

Grey looked hurt, more hurt then she ever had in her life. She turned away from Oliver and acted like the whole school wasn't staring at her as she approached that short hat. The old ratty hat was placed on her head and silence fell over the room.

"You are an angry child," The hat informed her.

"Well you are ugly!" Grey told it bitterly.

"Ugly?"

"Yes! And you judge people. Your whole life is to judge people, I don't like that. You should be shoved in the closet with all the other hats nobody wears!" Grey said, needing to lash out at something.

"SLYTHERN!" the hat yelled.