Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the character's except Amaya, 'Young at Heart' by The Bluebells (I LOVE that song) or 'The Other Boleyn Girl' by Philppa Gregory ( I LOVE that book) and the dog Lupo, who is mine, and currently nuzzling my leg so he can get his ears scratched.
Thoughts are in italics
Amaya's nickname is Santhe from when she destroyed Remus' ChrySANTHEmums with a ball.
Thanks to those who reviewed
April: Hope that this clears your questions up. No, neither Peter or Voldemort are dead. They will appear later.
Risi: Yes, she does know of Remus' lycanthropy, and she helps him. How you, will see later in the story.
Letters to Charlie: Sirius will find out that he has a daughter, but that happens later.
Brilliant-author 16: It's an old spell. Will explain it in later chapters
Tomiko the Muse: Hope that this is better. I was actually going to put in some personality flaws in the next chapter, which would have taken place at the school when the others arrive, but here i've added some to this, and some in the next chapter.
Marauder-Magick33: Aaah thankyou. That's so sweet.
Oh and thanks to all those who pointed out the epilogue error. Don't know how the hell i missed that. Thankyou.
On with the story
All that time, he had hidden. Mostly in little sea-side villa that his parents owned on the south-coast of France. There had been a nation-wide search for him, and all believed him to be a traitor. Until, that is, Peter made a slip up. The details he got through newspapers were very foggy, but it appears that Peter was discovered when holding Harry, and the baby had fallen off his lap, clinging to his sleeve as he did so, causing it to rip completely off his arm, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm to a very stunned Albus Dumbledore. By then though, Peter had told Voldemort where the Potter's where hidden and there wasn't enough time to re-locate them and cover the tracks left behind. Dumbledore had used an ancient spell that "cloned James and Lily" creating an exact replica of Lily and James that would act exactly as the real couple would, it was the clones that looked after Harry, once the Fidelius charm was performed. It was the "Clones" who were the one's that Voldemort destroyed, yet as Lily's "Clone" resembled the real one so greatly, her love for her son was the same, so Voldemort was vanquished.
Since then Remus had been officially pardoned. And it would appear that the rest off his friends wanted to get back into contact with him. However, thanks to a handy charm, no owl could find him. And so Remus completely shut himself off from the wizarding world, living in his villa by the sea with his daughter Amaya. They lived for each other. They had found other friends but only in each other could they put complete faith.
Remus had lived with her in France until she had to go to school, and then she moved back to England and settled in Lancashire far from any wizarding establishments and families who may have recognised him. He picked up from the Daily Prophet, that he had delivered to his address in a subscription under a false name, that James and Sirius were searching for him, and made occasional pleas for anyone who knew of their whereabouts to contact them. But Remus' work for the Order had taught him stealth, and how to stay hidden. And so Sirius' and James' pleas went unanswered, and gradually became less and less frequent as time progressed, until they eventually ceased.
This, Remus was thankful for, as it allowed him to concentrate on his daughter. His beloved Amaya. In the years that had passed, he had scarcely changed, save for a few more scars from the full moons and grey hairs from worry for his daughter. However, the sixteen years that had passed had seen her blossom into a beautiful young woman. Remus couldn't have failed to notice the blend of his and Sirius' characteristics in her. Remus' love of literature, the arts and learning, compassion, self- control, understanding and uncanny knack of knowing when to back down and when to persist, combined with Sirius' love of sport and the outdoors, vivacity and cheerfulness, his fiery temper and ability to shout and his unending loyal and loving heart made for an interesting and intriguing personality with enough subtleties to keep a psychologist fascinated for several lifetimes. As well as this, she was impatient, almost lethal to those who dared to hurt her dear papa and had terrible 'times-of-the-month' and woe betides anyone who was foolish enough to cross her when these two times collided.
Despite all of her appeal, few liked her, and she had even fewer friends. A week didn't pass where she was laughed at and provoked almost to the point of fury. Constant taunts and jeers about her dad being a 'Poof' and that she was a 'Snob', a 'Swot' and a 'Gay Lords Bastard' had forced her to a perpetual Hedgehog state, where everyday the only Amaya her classmates where able to meet was surrounded by a ball of spines of sarcasm, cynicism and disdain. It was only to her papa, and form tutor that she truly opened up and allowed her inner self to shine upon.
She was roughly 5, 6" in height, had a slender build with generous curves that were generally covered by a not-too-tight t-shirt and jacket. She had a clear, oval face and huge silvery-blue eyes that she used to her advantage wherever she went, having perfected her puppy dog eyes on her doting father. Yet it was her hair that sparked the most interest. It was long strands of a tawny, honey, gold colour that was a cinnamon colour at the roots and had midnight black streaks underneath that showed as she walked. It reached the middle of her back, and curled and flicked out at the ends. This caused more jeers of 'whore' and 'slut', especially from those whom she rejected as a boyfriend.
Remus couldn't help the pride that surged through him whenever he saw his little girl. And as he cooked her favourite winter food of Hot Pot, he smiled at her perfect rendition of Jupiter from the planets, on her violin. Though his lycanthropy was still much a very big factor of his life, he ran a successful joke-shop company from home, and sold the products over the internet, which enabled him to lavish gifts upon his daughter including the concert piano, flute, violin and saxophone, which enabled her to pursue her love of music, something he greatly encouraged, and a vast book collection to satiate their avid love of literature, one that he frequently topped up, with the latest best-sellers. Upon hearing 'Young at Heart' by the Bluebells come on the radio, he turned the volume up, so she could hear it, and began to lay the table; chuckling when he heard her play along.
'Santhe, dinner's ready.' Remus called up the stairs, and laughed again to her Amaya come bounding down the stairs. She, like Sirius, never had to be called twice to a meal.
'Papa, why do you still call me that?' Amaya enquired as she sat down, 'Yummy, hot pot.'
'Surely you haven't forgotten the incident with the ball and my flower garden.' To which Amaya groaned 'That was an accident, and you said that you wouldn't keep going on about it.'
'Indeed, but I never said that I would stop calling you Santhe, now did I. It serves you right for ruining my chrysanthemums. And don't pout. It won't work. Lupo stop drooling on my leg, your not having any.'
Reluctantly, Amaya pulled in her lower lip, from the pout she had been giving her father before rising to feed her dog, even though she knew it was pointless, he wouldn't even consider touching it until about ten minutes after they had finished eating, and he had realised that he wasn't going to get and titbits.
'Oh papa, there's some students from another school visiting ours. They go to a boarding school in Scotland, and are visiting for an "Educational Experience"'.
'Sounds interesting. Do you know what the school was called? Don't do that.' For Amaya had just slipped Lupo some Corned Beef off her fork
'Yes, it's called "West Glen Highlands Boarding College".'
'And? What's wrong?' for Amaya was frowning, the way she did when puzzled or annoyed over something.
'"West Glen Highlands Boarding College", doesn't exist. I looked for them on the internet, and they're not listed on the Government's National List of all Schools Six-Forms and Colleges, and all schools in existence have to be on the list. It's the law.' Her research didn't surprise Remus, Amaya liked to know as much background information about people as possible. Yet Remus had another reason for wanting to know the name, for he could think of one boarding school in Scotland, who would have a good reason for not divulging the name of their school. But no, he dismissed the idea from his mind. Why would Hogwarts want to interfere with a Muggle Comprehensive? But all the same he couldn't help but wonder.
Not wanting to keep secrets from his daughter, Remus had always taught her of the world that he had belonged to. He told her of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, the Marauder's and her other Father, Sirius Black. Just the mention of the name was enough to make her lip curl in anger. Amaya, always tried to stand up for those being bullied by others, even though it increased the taunts heaped upon her, and always listened to both side of the argument before judging someone. So it annoyed her when others didn't act likewise. And that Sirius had hurt her darling papa. Well, it was probably better that they hadn't met. She might have just forgotten that moral and ended up losing her infamous temper. When she had turned eleven, no letter arrived from Hogwarts, and yet Remus had known that she wasn't a squib, having performed wandless magic by accident in fights with other children, he assumed that it was because he had immunised himself against owl mail, and tutored her, himself. Her strengths had proven to be in DADA and Transfiguration, while charms and potions proved to be a bit trickier. For her eleventh birthday, he had risked a trip to Diagon Alley, and with the aid of Glamour Charms, had spent a most enjoyable day visiting most of the shops, including Ollivanders, where he bought a Maple and Phoenix Feather wand, 12 ½ inches in length.
Pushing the thought from mind, he went and sat in the lounge with his copy of 'The Other Boleyn Girl' by Philippa Gregory, and finished it, while Amaya washed up. Then they both got into their sleep things, sat on the sofa in front of the fire, sipped hot chocolate and discussed the book they had just read.
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