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!

Sighing, I grabbed my books and started putting them in my bag. It was the end of Transfiguration class and I had just finished turning a parrot into a stuffed horse. As I headed out of the class room, I saw Malfoy laughing and pointing at me. I glared at him before heading toward the Great Hall.

Whispers seemed to follow me on my way to the Great Hall and even as I sat down, people seemed to stare at me. I ignored it the best I could. A wave of relief washed over me as my friends came over.

"What's going on guys?" I asked as I looked around.

"You mean you haven't heard?" Ron seemed excited.

"About what?" I looked at him curiously.

"There was an article about you in the paper." Hermione said, handing me a copy of the Daily Prophet.

On the front page was a picture of me and above it was the headline: FULL MOON ELIXIR, FACT OR FICTION? It read:

According to the Ministry of Magic, the granddaughter of Albert Lupin, the creator of the Wolfsbane potion, has created a miracle potion. This potion, known as the Full Moon Elixir, is supposed to let the werewolf that drinks it retain human form during the full moon. However, there are many reports that Miss Lupin was not the creator of the Full Moon Elixir and that it doesn't really work.

"It turned me into a newt." Brian Fudgeworth of London said.

According to sources, Miss Lupin is the daughter of Melissa Lupin, a suspected Death Eater. Melissa Lupin disappeared during July of this year. Since then, Miss Lupin has been spending time at her Uncle, Remus Lupin's home. She stayed there until the start of term at Hogwarts where she is now continuing her education.

"Miss Lupin was accepted into the school because of her grades and her need for a continued education." Professor Dumbledore told the Daily Prophet.

It is rumored, however, that because Melissa Lupin was rumored to be a Death Eater, Prof. Dumbledore has taken Miss Lupin into the school for her protection.

"Hogwarts is for teaching students." Lucius Malfoy was quoted. "Not for protecting children. Let the Ministry deal with that."

This reporter agrees with Mr. Malfoy. Perry May signing off.

I looked up at them, my mouth wide open.

"Who is this person?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"She's taken over for Rita Skeeter." Ron growled.

"Wasn't she the one who wrote that article bashing Professor Dumbledore?"

"What is bashing?" Harry looked at me curiously.

"Sorry, making fun of him?"

"She was." Ron replied, smiling. "Until Hermione got a hold of her."

"What did she do?" I smiled, looking at Hermione.

"Never mind that," Hermione blushed. "We need to find out why this Perry May is writing about you."

"Do you know who she is?" Harry looked at me curiously.

"I've never heard of her." I sighed. "Oh well. None stuff is true so it really doesn't matter."

"Don't you care about your reputation?" Ron looked bewildered.

"'It turned me into a newt'." I read. "Yeah, this guy is really trust worthy."

I put the paper back on the table and continued to eat, ignoring all the stares.


"I need the immortality potion." A raggedy man told me as he stood in front of the fire at my home in Salem.

"The immortality potion is a myth." I informed him, moving toward my cauldron and adding some newt eyes into it.

"Is there anything that can help me?" His voice was pleading.

"Why?" I turned to look at him. "How do I know that you won't use the potion for ill uses?"

"My godson, he… He is going to school at Hogwarts and I want to make sure that I'm alive to see him when he comes home. The Dark Lord is after me."

"That story is the worst one I've heard in a long time."

"Terry."

"How?" I turned to face him. "How do you know my name?"

"Remus was one of my best friends at Hogwarts."

"Liar."

"I speak the truth. If you want more conformation, ask your grandfather, I'm sure he will remember me. Please."

"There may be one…" I looked back at my coffin. "It is the Kindall Tonic, it's supposed to allow the drinker to resist death long enough for it to transport the user to a safe area."

"I've never heard of it."

"You wouldn't have. It was created only a week ago. Come back in a three days, it should be ready by then."

"Thank you."


Why did I dream of that stranger? I asked myself as I crawled out of bed. It was early one Saturday morning in February. Christmas had come and gone without much fuss, and now it was nearly March.

As I made my way down the stairs to the common room, I couldn't help but think of the stranger. He had been a ragged man from the streets, looking much older than his time. However, something about him made him seem like someone of power. Sighing, I tried to get him out of my head.

Suddenly, pain shot through my forearm. A hiss escaped my lips as I leaned against the wall to keep from collapsing. As quickly as I could, I pulled the sleeve of my shirt back. My jaw dropped; the mark on my arm, a serpent tattoo, had turned completely black.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, running my finger along it.

"Miss Lupin." Professor McGonagall's voice came from down the stairs.

Hurriedly, I covered up my arm and headed toward the common room. I saw her standing near the portrait hole.

"How can I help you Professor?" I asked as I walked toward her.

"Professor Dumbledore needs to see you." She motioned for me to follow her.

A few minutes later I stood in front of Prof. Dumbledore's desk. Harry stood next to me and we were both waiting for Dumbledore to speak. He looked at both of us and sighed.

"You two are most likely aware of the recent sightings of Lord Voldemort." He stood up.

"Yes sir." We replied in unison.

"Well then, you will both know why the Ministry has decided to put the two of you into a safe house."

"What?"

"They believe that if the two of you are in safe house, then Voldemort can't get at you. I need the both of you to pack your things and then wait for me at the front door."

"Alright."


Sighing, I looked out one of the windows of the safe house. Harry and I had been here for about a week now and still we'd heard nothing from Dumbledore. Some witch by the name of Nyx had been put in charge of watching us. She was a blond, no brain, just looks.

Slowly, I stood up and stretched. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving outside. Leaning closer to the window, I saw someone move closer to the safe house. Whoever it was wore a light cape and seemed to be in a hurry.

With out warning, a wave of nausea washed over me and I nearly collapse onto my bed. Fighting it back, I ran to the bathroom. I sat next to the toilet, panting. Slowly, I became conscious of my arm throbbing. Leaning my head against the wall, I sat trying to regain my breath.

That is just a taste of my powers. The voice from my dreams echoed through my head.


A low moan escaped my lips and I my vision started becoming foggy. The darkness slowly edged closer to me until finally, it engulfed me and fell into a world of darkness.

"Miss Lupin, are you alright?" A familiar voice came from above me.

I knew the voice, but I just couldn't place it. Everything around me slowly started to lighten, and I became aware of my surroundings. The sun from a window stung my eyes and I squinted to see who was talking to me.

"Who are you?" I didn't recognize my own voice. "And where am I?"

"The Dark Lord's magic affected you greatly." I felt the person put their hand to my forehead.

My vision finally cleared and I saw Prof. Snape sitting next to me on my bed. He wasn't really looking at me but I saw something in his eyes, but in a flash it was gone.

"What are you doing here Professor?" I asked, trying to sit up.

Another wave of nausea came over me and I felt Prof. Snape's hands on my shoulders. Eventually it passed.

"Drink this." Prof. Snape handed me a goblet; it was filled with a brownish liquid.

"What is it?" I eyed the glass suspiciously.

"A mixture of black bark and newt eyes. Drink, it'll make you feel better."

"Why are you here Professor?" I took a sip of the potion.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to come." He replied simply, reaching down next to the bed.

He pulled some sort of jar out of a bag and proceeded to twist off the lid.

"What's that?" I questioned.

"An ointment for your arm."

"My arm?"

"Yes Miss Lupin, I do know of your serpent tattoo. Professor Dumbledore asked me if I had anything that would alleviate the pain."

"How did you?"

"That mark is not unique." He gently pushed my sleeve back, revealing the tattoo. "All of the Dark Lord's Death Eaters have a mark like that on their arms. It turns black when the Dark Lord summons them."

"So it's a way to communicate?"

"Yes."

"That's wicked." I whispered, leaning against the headboard.

"You should relax for a while." Prof. Snape had just finished with my arm and was starting to pack up his things.

"Professor." I looked at him.

"Yes Miss Lupin." He seemed curious.

"How do you know these things about Death Eaters?"

"Why are you so curious about Death Eaters Miss Lupin?" Prof. Snape seemed suspicious.

"Well, it's just…. Never mind."

A/N: I couldn't really think of another way to end this so…. Anyway, I needed to get this out so I could start working on my English project. Hope everyone likes.