O.K , O.K. For the whole Lupin thing, assume this story starts in Harry's first year. And I've set it at a time where even I don't know when it's taking place. If anything happens in an abstract order, assume time turners are involved.
I don't own any characters or things that Ms. Rowling does, especially Snape (loud raucous sobs) o.k?
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"To the old hands, welcome back, to our new first years, welcome to Hogwarts." Professor Dumbledore was making his customary welcoming speech at the beginning of a new school year. "I would also extend this welcome to the newest face at this table." He turned his attention to a young woman with black hair, highlighted with a deep red, sitting at the very end of the staff table. "Miss. Raven will be assisting in your defence against the dark arts and potions lessons. Please make her feel welcome."
She smiled at Dumbledore and then to the hall in general.
A shocked look crept across Professor Severus Snape's face. No one had bothered to warn him that he would have to share his beloved dungeon! This , huh, girl looked like the worst kind of person he could possibly imagine. She looked like she was fresh out of whatever finishing academy she went to, holding her goblet so delicately. What he couldn't see was under the table she was vanishing the little trickle of red wine she had already managed to spill.
He'd probably have to watch her every minute to check she didn't blow anything up. Probably try and sneak into his private stores too.
On the other hand Professor Lupin, the defence against the dark arts teacher was smiling. He noticed that the words Morrigan was whispering under her breath were not a sign of madness. Or that she was swearing.
"Wolf, what are you going moony-eyed over at?" Snape elbowed his old nemesis. "That girl is going to be trouble, for both of us. Do you think we can get rid of her somehow?"
Lupin mentally rolled his eyes. It wouldn't have been a good idea to actually roll his eyes in front of the enraged potions master. After all, who else would brew his potion at the full moon? It hurt that he would resort to a childish insults though.
"Obviously Snivellus, you are not aquainted with Morrigan Raven. She is an exceptional witch who I am sure you will come to respect." He paused, "Even if she is clumsy at the dinner table." Morrigan had succeeded in upsetting the plateau of chicken legs all over Hagrid and the half-giant was jumping up and down.
Morrigan caught his eye and smiled. Those eyes. Where did he know them? He didn't know the face, but the eyes . . .
Find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors refectories…
I'll shut up now. Who could it be? I know Muwhahah!
I'll be back with part two Hehehe