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::AN:: Wow! As of THIS moment, there is 20-er, something reviews… I'm not sure the exact amount, as I don't have the little window thing up (no distractions! I need to finish this chapter by lunch! lol) I just wanna say WELCOME to all those newcomers (I have like… 3 or 4… lol) and THANK YOU to all of you who have stuck with me since, like, always practically. (Yay! Much luv!)

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Faylinn turned lazily onto her side. Her blankets twisted around her legs. "Lily, I can't sleep." She said loudly.

"Hmm? Sleep, sleep." Lily mumbled from across the room.

"LILY!" Faylinn hissed, getting up from her spot on the floor to throw her pillow at the redheaded girl.

"You're gonna wake up my parents." Lily grumbled, burying her head under her covers. "Go to sleep!"

"I can't sleep." Faylinn repeated, whispering over Lily's blanket-covered head.

Lily sat up straight, eyeing the pink-haired girl before her angrily. "Go get some milk or something then. Read a book. Write a letter. Do something. Anything. Anything but keep me awake. I'm tired."

Faylinn rolled her eyes. "No, no, no, Lily! I can't sleep! That doesn't mean I'm thirsty or crazy!"

"What do want?" Lily whined, throwing her head back onto her pillow and making an annoyed face.

"I'm leaving tomorrow!" Faylinn whispered fervently.

"I know…"

"So!"

"So?"

"So! Talk to me! Help me!"

Lily scowled. "What do you need help with? You're only going to Remus's house."

Faylinn nodded. "But his parents aren't muggles. They might not be as nice as yours."

"My parents aren't nice just because they're muggles, Faylinn. If that were the case, Petunia wouldn't have tripped you down the stairs yesterday."

"I'm sure that was an accident."

"Oh, I'm sure." Lily said sarcastically. "Go to sleep!"

"Lily, I-"

"NO!" Lily hissed, pulling the comforter over head and rolled over so that she faced the opposite direction as Faylinn.

"Fine!" Faylinn muttered, making her way back to her sleeping bag on the floor. "But you wait and see! I'm gonna go back to Hogwarts when the holiday is over and it'll ALL be different, you watch. There's something that's gonna happen! I can feel it in my back!"

"That's just your wings, Faylinn."

"Yes, well. It's sometimes painful if I leave them retracted for too long. But that's not it, Lily!"

"Shut up and sleep."

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The man next to me smells horribly.

Be glad you don't have a nose, diary. It's disgusting. A cross between old eggs and, well… poo.

I'm on the train to Remus's. Who would've thought he lived SO far away from Lily? I mean, come on.

Lily's home was all right. I was only there for three days, mind you, but it was nice. Her parents are real sweet, even though her mom's bacon isn't the best. (For the first time in my life, I was actually disgusted of bacon.) Maybe it's because she's a muggle?

Or maybe it's because she's a horrible cook.

Teehee

Oh the horror! The fat man next to me has moved closer! I believe he may be trying to get a look at what I'm writing. YOU CAN"T SEE IT YOU FAT TARD!

Oh, the joys of life.

I'm thinking of trying a charm on my hair… I wonder how I would look if it were all brown instead of brown in the back and pink in the front-fringe-ish. I tried a small spell at Lily's, but it only made my hair really straight and smooth and shiny.

Not that that's bad or anything. The spell is still in effect, too! Even after washing it about… what? Four times? Yes! I have perfect hair!

I tried to work the spell on Lily, but she threw a fit. Something about self-acceptance and esteem and more unimportant, boring things.

I wonder what I'm to do at Remus's. The full moon has passed and it won't be again for about two weeks, I'm sure, so I won't have to worry about any of that.

I wonder if his parents are werewolves as well. I'll ask. I mean, I'll ask Remus, I won't ask his parents. That would be awkward. Just a tad.

FAT MAN. FAT MAN FARTED.

My, it does have a certain AROMA to it! I'm going to throw up. I'm going to see Remus and I'm going to vomit from the lack of oxygen to my brain. His parents will think I have barfed all over their son on purpose and my week here will be full of torture and PAIN!

Oh, pretty air freshener! Many thanks to the man walking around with the air freshener. I believe he may work here. Poor dear.

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"Ma'am. Ma'am, this is your stop."

Faylinn shook her head slowly, her vision blurry as she opened her eyes. "It's what?" She asked groggily.

"It's your stop, ma'am." The air-freshener man said.

She nodded slowly, still half-asleep, and stood up. "Thanks." She mumbled sleepily, picking up her journal and stuffing it quickly into her bag before stepping out into the aisle and following Mr. Air-freshener.

Once outside on the platform, Faylinn rubbed her eyes, wondering when she had fallen asleep, and ran her hands through her hair. She hoped she didn't look as tired as she felt. She looked around wearily for Remus or any Remus look-alikes, which would mean family members.

"Can I help you?" A tall, platinum blonde-haired girl asked next to her.

Faylinn shook her head. "Umm, no, no thanks. I'm just waiting." The girl nodded, smiling an icy smile that sent chills up Faylinn's spine, and walked away.

"Creepy…" Faylinn mumbled to herself and walked on down the platform, looking around lazily through half-closed lids.

"Faylinn!"

She turned slowly to see Remus jogging to catch up to her. He was in muggle clothes, but they were old-fashioned and out-dated. She smirked to herself, and was glad that Lily had been kind enough to give Faylinn some of her more "normal" clothes.

"I've been looking all over for you!" He breathed, leaning over and rubbing his stomach. He glanced at her trolley. "Come on!" He urged, pushing it so that she was left to follow him quietly behind.

"Did you have fun at Lily's?" Remus asked, slowing down to a steady walk so that she could keep up. "She's a muggle-born, right? Was it weird over there?"

Faylinn rolled her eyes. "It was pretty normal. I mean, no magic… at all… But other than that it was okay." She giggled. "They have this thing called a television! It's so cool!"

He grinned. "Yeah, I've heard of those. Never seen one, though." He paused when they reached a small door a ways off from anyone else.

"What's this?" She asked, looking around, still wondering where his family could be.

"It's a Travel Door." He said with a shrug, then turned to study her skeptically. "Don't tell me you've never heard of a Travel Door."

"Never heard of it."

"Okay." He laughed, nodding his head to the door. "It's a way of traveling. Like floo powder, but less dirty and a bit more expensive. And you can't really travel long distances. You pretty much have to be in the same city, at least."

She shook her head. "So we call out a place and open the door?"

He nodded. "Sort of. There's not really any shouting necessary. Just… Oh, you'll see." He turned back to the door and tapped his wand on it a few times. Then he put his wand in his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside. "I'm back!" He called, pulling on Faylinn's sleeve so she followed him and closed the door behind her.

Faylinn glanced around wearily. They were standing in large foyer with wooden floors and many windows. Through the windows, she could see outside. She gasped and nudged Remus. "Rem! Where'd the train station go?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "We're not there anymore. If you were to open the door now, all you'd see is my front lawn. The door only works one way. More convenient that way, you know."

She nodded slowly, resisting the urge to open the door to see if he was correct or not. Instead, she looked around the foyer hesitantly. There were large wooden stairs ahead of her and a circle archway next to the staircase revealed what seemed to be a couch and a few chairs. Faylinn presumed that to be the living room.

"Just one minute, dear!" She heard a woman's voice call from what seemed a mile away.

Remus shrugged. "Let's put your stuff upstairs first." He offered, pulling her trunk up the stairs slowly.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Faylinn realized that there was a banister other parts of the house of which she hadn't seen before, due to the large walls in the foyer. "Wow." She exhaled slowly, looking over the railing and down into a shining kitchen. "You're house is so pretty." She said, turning to Remus.

He shrugged then. "I guess so. It's real old, though. Been in my family for years. Same with the house elves." He smirked. "Except I never see them anymore. Mum does, I think, but since she told them a few years back that I needed to learn how to take care of myself, they stopped coming around me so much."

Faylinn frowned. "Are you saying that your house elves don't clean?"

He shook his head. "'Course not. I'm just saying they don't clean my room or anything to do with me. You know, dishes, laundry, et cetera." Faylinn nodded.

"So where do I sleep?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Take your pick. You've got the guestroom in the west hall. Or the one in the east hall. Then there's a spare one by my room. There's a few more downstairs, but it gets pretty cold down there at night during the winter. And then there's the basement, which is really quite nice, if you like the dark."

Faylinn shook her head and laughed. "As long as it's not the basement or downstairs, then." She said with a nod. "Other than that… it's your house, Rem. You can pick."

He nodded and pulled her trunk down the hall, with her following closely behind. "The spare by my room." He said when they reached a large brown door and he pulled it open to reveal yet another hallway.

"I'm going to get lost." She giggled.

He laughed. "It's pretty big, yeah. But all you have to do is stop and listen to the house. It creaks with the wind and such." He laughed again when she raised an eyebrow. "I told you it's old."

She followed him down the new hallway. "This is my room." He said, pointing to the first door on the left. "That's Sirius's, James's, and Peter's." He said, pointing to three other doors further down the hall.

Faylinn wrinkled her brow. "That's what?" She asked.

"They're here a lot." He said with a shrug. "So they have their own rooms."

"Makes sense." Faylinn muttered.

"You can stay in here." Remus said when they reached a door at the end of the hall. He opened the door briefly to kick her trunk inside, then closed it. "Let's go downstairs." He said.

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"Mom!" Remus called as he walked through a parlor-room and into the kitchen, Faylinn following him in awe.

"For Merlin's sake, boy, don't shout."

Faylinn and Remus both turned to see a tall woman in denim overalls, a long-sleeved white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief covering the top of her shoulder-length brown hair.

"Sorry, mum." Remus apologized. He nodded from Faylinn to the overalled-woman. "Mum, Faylinn. Faylinn, mum."

Faylinn smiled. "Nice to meet you." She said sweetly.

"Nice to meet you, too, dear." Remus's mother nodded with a warm smile. "Remmy here calls me 'mum' of course, but you can call me Mel like the rest of my boy's friends."

Faylinn nodded. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"You're not a muggle-born are you?" Mel asked, moving to the cabinets to take out some plates.

Faylinn shook her head slowly, but realized that Mel couldn't see her since she had her back to her. "No, I'm not."

Mel turned around, smiling. "I find muggles fascinating." She breathed.

Faylinn laughed and turned to Remus, who was rolling his eyes. "Yeah, muggles are kind of cool." She agreed, sitting down at a breakfast-table with Remus. "But… no magic…" She shrugged. "It would be weird to live like that."

"Not if you didn't know any better, I suppose." Mel said, taking a sip of coffee. She turned to Remus and pointed to the sink. "You need to do the dishes."

"Mum, I just got home!" Remus protested. He waved his arm in Faylinn direction. "And I've got guests!"

Mel shrugged. "Then you'll do them quickly, Remus." She said with a small glint in her eye. She faced Faylinn then, taking a seat next to her. "We can sit in here and keep little Remmy company while he does his chores."

"Mum!" Remus protested again, still not making a move to go to the sink.

"Don't 'Mum' me." She said strictly. She shrugged. "Besides, I'd like to talk to Faylinn. I don't know her."

Remus rolled his eyes and trotted lazily over to the sink, his back to them.

Mel turned to face Faylinn. "Now, Faylinn. Where are you from?"

"England." Faylinn said slowly.

"Yes, dear, obviously." Mel laughed. "London, perhaps?"

Faylinn shook her head. "Umm, no… I…"

"She's my mum, Faylinn." Remus grumbled, as he craned his neck slowly. "She doesn't shun me. She won't do that to you." And with that he turned back to the sink. Faylinn could hear the soft sound of water pouring out of the faucet.

"You're not a werewolf, are you?" Mel asked carefully.

Faylinn shook her head. "No, no, no. I'm half fairy, actually." She said easily, relieved that she hadn't procrastinated as much as the last time she'd told anyone what she was.

"Really?" Mel asked incredulously. She frowned then. "I didn't know they admitted fairies into Hogwarts." She rolled her eyes. "Oh, the stories I could tell you…" She laughed. "You know there are fairies in the Forbidden Forest?"

Faylinn held back her grin and merely nodded. "Yes, I know."

Mel grinned and continued. "Well, when I was about your age, I landed myself in detention with a few of the Hufflepuff boys." She shook her head. "Don't ask how, as I was in Gryffindor myself. But, anyway! We had to go into the Forbidden Forest with the caretaker. He was pretty old, you know, so he kind of let us wander off on our own, and we did."

"Oh, I've heard this one." Faylinn heard Remus laugh from the other side of the room.

"Don't spoil it!" Mel said with a laugh and mischievous grin. "So, it was just my friend Brighton and me after awhile. I'm not sure how, but we ran into these little creatures we thought were fireflies of some kind at first. But then one turned into a girl! And we realized what they were! I had never in my life seen a fairy before! I didn't even know they could appear human. Well, sort of human; she looked a bit elfish if you ask me. We didn't actually speak to any of them then, as we were sort of frightened, but we went back many times. Well, one time-" She paused, studying Faylinn. "Are you alright, dear?" She asked, concerned.

Faylinn stared at her in awe. "Your name is Melanie."

"Yes, dear." Mel said slowly, glancing at her son out of the corner of her eye, who had turned around and was studying Faylinn as well, soap bubbles dripping off of his hands and onto the floor. "Is there something wrong?" She asked the pink-haired girl before her.

Faylinn's face broke into a clumsy smile. "You knew my mum."

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::AN:: I know, "awww." lmao. I'm in a good mood! Please review!! Yay! lol

I'll try and update sooner, I swear! lol It just gets kind of hard, you know. And yes, I do have everything planned out in my head (pretty much... I mean, this is a prequel...). It just gets a little hard because sometimes I'll get stuck because I know what I WANT to happen, I just don't know HOW it should happen.

Hopefully, though, there shouldn't be any annoying, long writer's blocks for me for awhile. (yay) Please review!!!