Okay. I'm bored and pissed, so I decided to calm my nerves by adding the next chapter. You better like this! No... I'm serious. I'm not afraid to kick some virtual ass if you're not kind, or at least trying to be.

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It was almost daylight when Alana found the correct building. If you just gave it a sideways glance, or didn't have a magical eye, then you wouldn't be able to tell that 12 Grimauld Place was an exisiting building.

Hesitantly, she climed the crumbling stairs, and rapped on the door, hoping she was already expected, and that she wasn't waking anyone up. For a moment, she thought no one was going to answer, until the door was swung open by a middle aged man, with slightly graying hair, not much older than Alana's own mother. He looked rather worse for wear, in worn wizards robes, and bags under his eyes.

"Hello, is this 12 Griumauld Place?" Alana asked quietly, not one to normally feel so shy around a stranger.

"Yes it is. You must be the guest Dumbledor told us about. He didn't say a whole lot, but come ahead in." He welcomed, and Alana followed, at ease once more.

As she looked around, she noticed it was rather quiet, though, she didn't expect really anyone to be up yet, if there was even any other people in this surprisingly large, desolate looking home.

"Please, have a seat." The man who'd opened the door for her gestured to a slightly moth eaten arm chair.

"Thank you. It must be odd to have someone you don't even know just show up on your doorstep, and having to trust that they're the person that you were warned was comming. After all, who is Dumbledor?" Alana questioned, as she plopped down into the armchair.

"My, you certainly are talkitve. Just like your father. Dumbledor is the one who sent you the directions, and so much more I'll explain later on." He replied, as he sat down on a sofa across from her.

"Wait... You know my father? You must be..." Alana scowled as she tried to remember everything her mother had told her about her father's closest friends, refered to as the Maurauders while they were in school. "You're Remus Lupin. One of my father's best friends. Mother told me all about you guys."

Remus smiled, at the mention of the Mauraders, something that hadn't been brought up in years. And to think that Juliet hadn't kept that secret from her daughter. Just like she'd kept Alana a secret from Sirius. He died not knowing that he actually had a child, and Remus himself had only just found out the previous night when Dumbledor warned that she needed a place to stay, and would be comming.

"You guess correctly. Your father was a good man, who put up with a lot he hadn't needed to." Remus praised calmly, as he studied Alana. She had the same sharp features, and pale blue, dancing eyes, as her father, but her hair was wavy, though still dark. She was tall, and muscled, obviously someone athletic. He wouldn't be surprised if her phone was constantly ringing off the hook, with boys trying to get a date.

"What do you mean, my father was a good man?" She asked hesitantly, afraid of what she would hear.

"Well your father died at the end of last year. It was very tragic, but for a noble cause. A lot of people will miss him." Remus told her sadly.

Alana sat silently for a moment, trying to process the information. At last she forced herself to ask, "How did my father die, if you don't mind me asking?"

"You have a right to know, so I don't mind telling you in the least bit. First of all, I take it you know who Voldemort is."

"Of corse. Mother always kept me informed on his doings, even though I don't like to have contact with the magical world. I've been attending a muggle private school since I was in kindergarden. I'm now in high school."

"I see. Does that mean you'd rather not hear about your father since his death has a lot to do with magic?" Remus asked, trying hard to keep the sarcasim out of his voice. She shouldn't be ashamed of her heritage, even if her father was a wrongly accused convict.

"Of corse I still want to know to know! " She almost shouted.

"Alright then..."

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Okies! That's all for now! I'm still a bit pissed, but it's all good, right? Remember, RR!