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The next morning, I followed Ron, Harry and Hermione to the Great Hall. They said that I could sit with them at breakfast. As we were eating our toast, the Owl Mail came. Hundreds upon hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall. My barn owl, Lady, landed on my shoulder. I smiled and took a letter from her beak.

"Thank you sweetie." I smiled and fed her some of the crust from my bread.

After munching on that, she flew out of the Great Hall. I looked down at the letter. The handwriting was Grandfather's. Just then, schedules were being passed around, so I shoved it into my bag.

"I have double potions this morning." Harry remarked.

"I do too." Hermione said.

"I've got Binns, oh great, double History of Magic." Ron groaned and then looked at me. "What do you have Terry?"

"Umm." I looked at my schedule. "Double potions, and then Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Well at least we're in that class together." Ron said happily.

"Yeah, I'm really glad that Professor Lupin is back." Harry agreed.

"That potion that Professor Snape asked you about on the train," Hermione looked at me. "It was the Full Moon Elixir, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

"You mean you made that?" Both Harry and Ron gasped.

"Yup," I grinned at their expressions.

The rest of breakfast the two of them didn't speak, they just looked at me dumfounded.

Double Potions wasn't that bad. It was NEWT level but I've been doing that for years. After class, Professor Snape asked me to stay back.

"I would like you to make a copy of the procedure for the Full Moon Elixir for me." He told me.

"It would probably be better if I helped you make it." I suggested. "It is quite difficult to make. Plus I'm really not good at writing potions down."

"Alright then. I will meet you the day before the full moon."

"Okay. Will that be all?"

"Yes, go to class."

With that I left the dungeon and found Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting for me.

"What did he want?" Ron asked in sort of whisper.

"Nothing." I smiled. "We better hurry or we're going to be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

They showed me where the class room was and we all took seats in the middle. Class was mainly Uncle Remus telling us what he was going to teach us this year. At the end of class he asked me to come back at the end of the day.

The rest of the day went by in a flash. Soon I found myself back in Uncle Remus' classroom. He was waiting for me in the back. I smiled when I saw him.

"So how was your first day?" He asked me after we hugged.

"It was interesting." I replied. "I really like Professor Snape. He seems to know what he's doing."

"I think you are probably the only student outside of Slytherin that likes him."

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't have a good reputation with the rest of the students."

"Oh. So how was your first day back?"

"Interesting. I spent most of the classes explaining about your potion."

I laughed.

"I'm not surprised. The papers haven't even heard of it yet."

"They will soon and you can be sure that they are going to send you a lot of letters with a lot of questions."

"Oh well, that's the price things."

"You sound just like your Grandfather after he discovered the Wolfsbane."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"When I was waiting for someone to come get me to take me into the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore said something about… About my parents being in Slytherin. Were they really?"

"Yes, they were Terry."

"He also said that there wasn't a witch or wizard that didn't go bad that wasn't in Slytherin."

"Voldemort was in Slytherin, and so were your parents. I'm afraid that it is time for dinner. Come along Terry."

As I sat down at the table for dinner, I remembered the letter from my Grandfather in my bag. I pulled it out and opened it. It read:

Dear Terry,

I hope you are doing well at school. Enclosed is a letter from your father. He didn't know if you were going to be in school so he sent it to me. Hope you are doing well.

Grandfather

Shakily, I pulled another piece of parchment from the envelope. Then, I decided against it. I really didn't want to break down in the middle of the Great Hall. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Professor Snape looking at me. When I turned my head, he was talking to Uncle Remus.

I must be imagining things. I thought as I finished my supper. Sighing, I followed the rest of the sixth years back to the common room, intent on finishing my homework.

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Later that night, I pulled the letter out of my backpack. It was about ten so no one was in the common room. I sat in an armchair before the fire as I unfolded the letter. It read:

Dear Terry,

I know by the time that you get this, you are probably at Hogwarts. How was your first day? I hope you have made some new friends. Congratulations on the success of the Full Moon Elixir. Your grandfather told me about it.

Please be careful Terry. If You-know-who hears of your potion making skills it is likely that he may try and kidnap you. Though I am confident that Professor Dumbledore will not let him on Hogwarts grounds, still be careful. And do not take any unnecessary risks.

Lastly, I want you to know that I love you Terry. I'm so sorry that I can't tell you in person. If I could, believe me, I would. You mean so much to me. I don't want to lose you. I love you.

Love,

Your Father

The letter left me a little confused. Why would Dad lose me? I thought. I mean, I'm not going to do anything stupid and Lord Voldemort probably won't come after me with Professor Dumbledore around.

Sighing, I made my way over to a table and took out some parchment and a quill. Then I began to write:

Dear Dad,

School is going good. The potions teacher here is really good. He seems to know a lot about potions. That is definitely a change. Uncle Remus is teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He said that his students were asking him about he Full Moon Elixir all day in class.

I've already made three friends; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They all seem really nice. We're all in Gryffindor together.

I'll write again at the end of the week. I love you Daddy.

Love,

Terry

Sighing, I put the letter in my bag so that I could have Lady deliver it tomorrow. Then I made my way up to the girl's dormitory. I was asleep before I even hit the bed.

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That weekend, I leaned back into one of the armchairs. It was so comfy, especially so because it was Friday night. Sighing, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I sat there thinking.

This week has been strange. First, Professor Dumbledore's weird conversation with me. Second, Professor Snape seems to like me while he hates everyone else. Third, Uncle Remus acting strange when I asked about my parents being in Slytherin. And finally, Dad saying that he didn't want to lose me.

I wonder why these things are happening. It's as if there is something that I should know. I guess it's kind of a mini mystery.

"Hey Terry," Harry pulled me out of my thought.

"Yeah?" I looked up at him.

"Do you think that you could help me with my potions homework? I don't really understand this thing about the wormwood and the tree bark."

"Sure." I smiled as I got up.

I helped Harry with the homework for half an hour; explaining the principles of the Dragon's Heir Potion. When we were done I sighed and looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. Yawning, I made my way up to the girls' dormitory and changed into my nightgown before climbing in under my warm covers.

I wonder what this whole mystery thing is. I thought as I looked out the window. It might have nothing to do with anything, or be the difference between life and death. Could it have anything to do with Mother leaving me? Where did she go anyway and does it have anything to do with the return of Lord Voldemort?

I sighed. That little bit of thought had just left me with more questions than answers. Closing my eyes, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Melissa don't!" Prof. Snape's voice rang loud and clear.

"Why shouldn't I?" My mother threatened.

"Don't do anything stupid Mel." Uncle Remus yelled.

Suddenly, I could see them. My mother stood on the edge of a cliff, holding what looked like an infant. Uncle Remus, Prof. Snape, and Grandfather were around her. Mother seemed to be threatening to do something to the infant.

It seemed as if I was watching an old home movie. I looked closely at the child, and I realized that it was a little boy.

I don't remember a brother. Did Mom and Dad have a little boy before I was born? What happened to-

"Melissa, don't do this." Grandfather interrupted my thoughts. "Think about what you are doing."

He had moved toward my mother. She took a sudden step toward the ledge. Everyone held their breath, including me. Suddenly, three people came running up, two men and a woman. The first man had glasses and black hair that wasn't combed, while the second man looked like he had hurried to get dressed. At last, the woman had red hair and green eyes; her face was kind and worried.

"Don't do this Mel." The woman said desperately.

"Don't tell me what to do Lily." Mother screamed at the woman. "No one is going to tell me what to do. Not you, not James, Sirius, Remus, my father, or even my husband."

Out of no where a dark presence surrounded me. I felt it as if it was a blanket. There was evil laughter and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

"How did you like that little home movie Terry?" A chilling voice asked me.

It was the day before the full moon and I hadn't talked to anyone about the nightmare. In fact, it had been recurring every few nights for the past few weeks. A couple of times I had taken up my quill to write Grandfather yet had stopped before I was even done with the first paragraph.

Sighing, I headed down to the dungeons after dinner. Professor Snape was waiting for me there. He seemed to be correcting some papers so I sat down at one of the desks and waited for him to finish. After a few seconds he looked up at me.

"Can you tell me the infusion of wormwood and Cyprus bark?" He asked.

"It's a sleeping draught used on magical creatures so that they don't attack when potion ingredients are extracted from them." I replied.

"You and Miss Granger were the only ones who got that right in the whole class." He looked back down at the papers, before putting his quill down and standing up. "Let's get on with this, shall we."

We moved over to a cauldron that was boiling water. For half an hour, I showed him how to make the potion. As I worked, I realized that Professor Snape wasn't as bad as Harry and Ron had said he was. In fact, I rather enjoyed working with him. He seemed to know what he was doing.

"And this is safe to take along with the Wolfsbane?" Prof. Snape questioned me.

"Yes." I said. "It can be taken with just about any potion."

"Very well."

"Do you need me to stay or?"

"You can go." I turned to go. "Thank you Miss Lupin."

"You're welcome Professor." I turned around and smiled before leaving the dungeon.

Slowly, I walked up towards the common room. On the way, I nodded hello to Professor Flitwick and Neville Longbottom. When I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, I gave her the password and headed in. As I sat down in one of the chairs it hit me.

I can send a letter to Dad. I thought. He said that I could write if I wanted. Maybe he'll have some ideas.

With that, I hurried over to my backpack and pulled out a piece of parchment. I hastily wrote a message:

Dear Dad,

You told me to write. I've been having this weird dream lately. It had Mother, Uncle Remus and Grandfather. What I don't get is people named Lily, James, and Sirius were there. Weirdest of all was that my potions teacher, Professor Snape was there. It was if he knew mother.

I know that it's probably just a dream, but I have the strangest feeling that it isn't. I haven't told Grandfather or Uncle Remus about it. I didn't think it would be a good idea because in the dream, Mother was holding a little boy while she stood on the edge of a cliff. What do you think it means?

Love, Terry

I sealed up the letter and put it in an envelope. Just as I put it in my bag, there was a commotion in the common room. Looking over, I saw someone holding a newspaper and everyone was crowded around him. Curious, I walked over.

"You-Know-Who killed someone in Hogsmeade." The boy said.

Everyone started looking at Harry. Suddenly, Prof. McGonagall entered the common room. All of the people who had gathered looked at her, myself included.

"Miss Lupin." She looked directly at me. "You are to come with me."

She motioned for me to follow and I did. We walked out the portrait hole and down the corridor. We eventually ended up at a weird statue.

"Bubblegum." Prof. McGonagall said.

To my surprise, the statue moved, revealing a spiral staircase. Prof. McGonagall walked up it and I followed her. Finally, we reached an office door. It was Professor Dumbledore's office. When we walked in, I was amazed at all of the stuff.

"Miss Lupin." Prof. Dumbledore brought me back to earth.

"Yes Sir?" I looked at him curiously.

"When we first met, you mentioned that you filled in for your former Potions teacher. Is that correct?"

"It is Sir."

"Well then. Professor Snape is going to be out for a few days and we need someone to sub for him. Would you be willing to do it?"

"Of course Sir."

"Very good. Professor McGonagall will show you the lesson plans that Professor Snape left."

"This way." Professor McGonagall led me down the stairs to the dungeons.

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Well this is going to be interesting. I thought as I looked over the plans. I wonder what everyone is going to think. I mean, everyone thought that I was a teacher's pet back in Salem. I hope that doesn't happen here.

Sighing, I put the plans back in my backpack and looked up. Today was one of the few good days left in September. I sat next to a tree, looking at the lake. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned against the tree.

Suddenly, I heard something running toward me. I opened my eyes to see a great black dog standing in front of me. For some strange reason, it seemed familiar. Smiling, I reached out and patted its head. The dog seemed to like that and it licked my face.

"Alright buddy." I smiled as I pushed it off. "So where are you from? I don't see a collar."

At that the dog barked. I laughed.

"Alone are you? I know that feeling." I smiled and rubbed his stomach. "You're a good boy. What's your name?"

Again the dog barked, but this time he lay down on his back, as if asking me to rub is stomach.

"You are certainly friendly. How about we call you Korbin, it means raven in Latin."

The dog barked again in approval and I smiled.

Well, it seems like I've made a new friend. Hopefully he'll be here, always.

A/N: Yay, I'm done with this Chapter!!!! Hope everyone likes.