I don't own Harry Potter or any of those characters. Terry Lupin, Melissa Lupin and Albert Lupin are mine. Thank you to ohkamimajin for reviewing! Reviews are welcome, flames mean more s'mores! Line of - means dream sequence.
Sighing, I walked to the front of the classroom in the dungeon. Today is the day that I am supposed to teach Potions, and for one of the first times in my life, I'm kind of nervous. I don't know what everyone is going to think of me and I really don't want to become another Teacher's Pet. Taking a deep breath, I looked out at everyone.
"Welcome to Potions. Professor Snape is currently unable to teach class, therefore, Professor Dumbledore has asked me to fill in." I said to everyone.
"And what makes you qualified to teach us?" Malfoy jeered from his seat near the middle of the room.
"I have been experimenting with potions since I was five." I informed him. "Several of the potion theories that you will learn here at Hogwarts, I created. I am also the creator of the Full Moon Elixir."
Everyone was silent, including Malfoy. A small smile crossed my face as I looked out at everyone. Every face had some degree of shock painted all over it.
"Now, let's start class." I chirped, opening a book in front of me. "Turn to page 394."
Class went well after that, everyone seemed to still be in shock and none of them complained about the amount of homework I gave them. I smiled as I watched them leave, all whispering amongst themselves and pointing at me. As I started packing up, I saw Professor Snape walk into the room.
"I didn't know you'd be back so soon Professor." I turned to face him. "Oh dear god."
Professor Snape was as pale as a sheet. He seemed to stagger and sway as he walked. I rushed over to him as he collapsed. With a great deal of effort, I got him into a chair and started toward the door to get help.
"Don't." I heard him whisper.
"But sir." I turned back toward him. "You are seriously hurt."
"Nonsense." His voice seemed to return to normal as he stood up before faltering.
"You are badly injured, if I could just-"He interrupted me as I helped him back into the chair.
"I am fine Miss Lupin."
"Then at least let me make you something that will help you."
"No, I am fine Miss Lupin. You may head back to your dormitory."
Then I noticed blood trickling down his left wrist, the cuff of his robe was soaked in blood. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overcame me and I started to sway. I felt Prof. Snape's hand on my arm, but it didn't seem to help. Without warning, everything went black.
Slowly, everything around me started to get lighter. I tried to open my eyes, but closed them when the light came into my eyes. The light seemed to get lighter and I opened my eyes again. Everything around me was white and I was lying in some sort of hospital bed.
"It is good to see that you are finally awake Terry." Professor Dumbledore's voice came from my right.
"What happened?" I asked looking in the direction the voice came from.
Professor Dumbledore sat in a chair to the left of the bed. It looked like I was in some sort of hospital.
"You fainted in the dungeons." He replied, a far away look in his eyes. "Professor Snape said that you seemed dizzy."
"Is Professor Snape alright? He seemed to be injured."
"He is fine. Tell me, what happened down there?"
"I don't know. I saw some blood on Professor Snape's wrist and then all of a sudden I started to get dizzy."
"Did you have any strange feelings at all?"
"No, why?"
Professor Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and looked at me straight in the eyes. His face seemed to change, yet it didn't. He seemed to be considering something before speaking.
"In the past few weeks, have you had any strange occurrences; dreams, visions, anything of that sort?" He questioned gravely.
"Well…" I really didn't know if I could tell Prof. Dumbledore about the dream I'd been having.
"You can share anything with me Terry."
"Well, I've been having a weird dream where my mother seems to be holding a boy over the edge of a cliff. My grandfather and Uncle Remus are there trying to persuade her not to do anything crazy. Then three people, two men and a woman, come running up and try to stop my mother. The strangest part about it is…" I hesitated in telling Prof. Dumbledore the rest.
"Go on." He encouraged.
"Well, Professor Snape was there as well. I can't imagine why, unless…" I looked at Prof. Dumbledore questioningly.
"There are many things I cannot tell you Terry." Prof. Dumbledore replied. "But I can assure you that Professor Snape is not related to your dream. His appearance must be some sort of symbolism. Now, what else happens in your dream?"
"A strange darkness seemed to surround me." I continued. "And then this really creepy voice asked me if I enjoyed the home movie. The voice seemed familiar, but I don't know why."
"I am afraid that is a bad sign." Prof. Dumbledore moved his chair closer to the bed.
"What do you mean?"
"Years ago, when Lord Voldemort was in power, your parents were servants of him. Your father decided, for whatever reason, to join me and all of those who resisted Voldemort. He joined as a spy. Not long after, your mother also joined us and was a spy as well. The only difference was that your father was a spy for us, and your mother for Lord Voldemort. Luckily, your mother never found out about your father working for us, otherwise, he would have been killed by Voldemort."
"So both of my parents were spies?"
"Yes. Not long after, your mother divorced your father and took you to America. No one heard from her after that. It is believed that she is trying to help the Dark Lord is his rise to power."
"That witch."
"That is also the reason you cannot see your father. Voldemort knows of your existence and he might try and harm you."
"That makes sense." I murmured.
"What makes sense?"
"In my father's last letter, he told me to be careful and not take any chances."
"I hope you have heeded his advice."
"Of course."
"Well then, I shall allow you to get some rest. Madame Pomfry will be most displeased if I keep you up any longer. Good night Terry."
Several days later, I sat in front of the fire in the common room. It was late and everyone had gone to bed. I sat there, the only light coming from the fire. There I sat, thinking.
Why was Professor Snape in my dream? And why did I faint? I mean, I'm not crept out by blood so why? And that voice, who was it? Was it Lord Voldemort?
Suddenly, I saw a strange movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione creep through the common room, toward the portrait hole. It was against the rules to go out this late.
"Where are you guys going?" I asked them.
The three of them jumped, they must have been under the impression that they were the only ones in the common room.
"Bloody hell Terry." Ron gasped, "Don't scare us like that."
"What are you doing up this late?" I persisted.
"It's a long story." Hermione said, moving into the light.
"Really?" I didn't believe them at all.
"Look," Harry showed me a map of what looked like Hogwarts.
My jaw dropped. There were little feet moving all about it. Each had a name on it. Four feet were in the Gryffindor, they were labeled Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Terry Lupin.
"What is this?" I stuttered.
"It's called the Marauder's Map." Harry informed me. "It helps us get around Hogwarts after hours."
"Why are you going out now?"
"Lately we've noticed that someone has been prowling around the Great Hall." Hermione said before hesitating.
"The map says that their name is Melissa Lupin." Ron finished for her. "The strange thing is that Professor Trelawny is meeting with her."
"That is strange." I remarked.
"Do you know this person, Melissa Lupin?" Harry looked at me curiously.
"She's my mother." I replied.
"Well then, why is she here?" Ron seemed to ask himself.
"I think I know why, but I hope I'm wrong." I glanced at them. "Mind if I join you on your little adventure?"
Slowly, we made our way through the halls. Hermione had suggested that we don't go under Harry's invisibility cloak because we'd probably just stumble over things. We made excellent time, getting there within five minutes and having no encounters with any teachers.
As we crept toward the entrance, I could hear faint voices. The others seemed to hear them too because they all lengthened their strides. We found ourselves at the entrance of the Great Hall and the voices were louder. Now I could distinguish them as Prof. Trelawny's and my mother's. All of us leaned toward the door, trying to hear more.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my left forearm. It was so intense that I dropped to my knees. I could hear Harry give sort of a moan before the thump of him hitting his knees too. Slowly, everything around me faded to black.
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Everything around me slowly became clearer. I was standing in the middle of some weird dungeon type room. There were stone walls and mold everywhere. Benches lined the walls, like a courtroom.
Suddenly a door on the other side of the room is thrown open. Several people enter; they are all wearing dark cloaks that cover their entire bodies. Slowly, the filed toward the seats and sat down. A few seconds later a young man was pulled in by another cloaked figure.
He was struggling so much that he tripped over himself several times. The cloaked figure threw him on the ground. The man slowly stood up and I could see his face. His eyes were a dark brown and his hair was a greasy black. For some strange reason he reminded me of Prof. Snape, though I don't know why.
Then I noticed someone walk up to the man and roughly pulled his chin up so that he was looking up at the figure. The man's bright eyes glared at the man from under a layer of dirt that covered his face. Suddenly, the figure laughed, an evil, menacing laugh.
"So Severus," He looked over his shoulder to one of the figures on the bench. "Should I let your son live?"
"My son is your son." Prof. Snape's voice came from the figure.
"Just at I thought you'd say." The evil figure replied before pulling out his wand.
There was a flash of blue light before everything went black.
"The same will happen to you Terry." That voice seemed to ring with enjoyment. "This boy, the one your mother tried to kill, he died at my hand. You will share the same fate."
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I sat bolt upright. Everything around me came into focus slowly. Slowly, I saw the white of the walls and the bed linens; I was in the hospital wing. Looking around, I spotted Harry in the bed next to me.
"Are you alright Terry?" He asked me, standing up. "You looked like you were having a nightmare."
"I'm fine." I replied.
Suddenly, the doors at the other end of the hospital wing opened and Prof. Dumbledore strode in. He made his way over to us and pulled a chair in between our two beds.
"What is going on Professor?" Harry questioned him.
"I am afraid that the two of you were out of bounds in the middle of the night." He said gravely. "You both could have gotten seriously hurt."
"What happened?" I prodded.
"It appears that a death eater entered the castle grounds and attempted to obtain information on the two of you."
"Terry's mum is a death eater?" Harry's eyes grew wide.
"Yes," Prof. Dumbledore responded calmly. "I believe that she was attempting to gain information about how to get to the two of you. Neither of you must ever go out of bounds again, understand me?"
"Yes sir." We said in unison.
"Well then, I suppose I should get going." He got up from his chair. "A few last things though. Terry, please do not say anything to anyone about that little mark on your arm. Second, have you ever heard of the Immortality Potion?"
"It's a myth." I replied, interested. "There are many theories but all are false. A couple of people have said that they made it, but even if they did, it would be even more difficult to make than a Sorcerer's Stone."
"Thank you Terry." Was all he said before leaving both Harry and I very confused.
It was the last day before the end of the first term and I had decided that it would be a good idea to take a walk. There were still a few hours before nightfall so I thought that it would be a good idea.
Slowly, I made my way around the castle, enjoying the fresh air. Then I realized that I wasn't alone. Corbett was following me and I smiled. He bounded up to me and I hugged him.
"Hi there boy." I smiled. "I haven't seen you in a while."
He barked in response.
"It's good to see you too." I was still smiling as I walked, Corbett on my heels. "You are so lucky boy. You don't have to worry about the Dark Lord or anything like that."
He nuzzled my hand and I continued.
"When Harry and I were in the hospital wing I realized that I had a strange serpent mark on my arm. Over the past few days it has become more pronounced. I want to talk to Uncle Remus about it but Professor Dumbledore said not to talk to anyone about it. At least I have you."
Corbett barked again. He seemed to smile at me.
"As long as I have you I know I'll be alright."
A/N: I'm finally done! Yes, I've been working on this stupid thing all night and have tried to end it but I kept getting ideas. Oh well, I hope that everyone likes.
