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TheMarphasChappers: *Gestures to a smirking Night Terrors* You holy water filled son of a celibate nun and a god fearing saint. *Rolls eyes* Sometimes I wonder just what would happen if I could insult a demon. I'd probably end up Deader than dead. Oh, I'm so going to look that story up since she's one of my favorite authors. Thank you. Not going to spoil it. Pretty much and it's kind of sad that Toby's better than him despite burning the food a bit, ya know?

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Chapter Ten

Hermione looked over the anklet curiously, "How will this help me keep control?"

"It's more of a way to prevent Leon from doing anything that would get you into trouble if he takes control," Jason explained earning a frown from Hermione, "Gaining control over your abilities is something you have to do by yourself. We can only provide so much help especially in cases like this,"

"Oh," Hermione sighed softly, "But this will let me wander around with everyone?"

"For the most part, you'll still need to go through the lessons you've been given," Jason replied earning a nod.

Hermione took a deep breath before she put on the anklet, "Okay."

Calla climbed up onto the second floor of the mansion and carefully pulled open the window in front of her before going inside as she heard shouts from below. Snickering softly, she carefully shut the window and began to walk away only to freeze when she saw her father standing with Hermione and Slenderman. Offering them all a sheepish grin, she said, "Nice weather for a climb, isn't it?"

"You joined in the prank war, didn't you?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.

Calla nodded and grinned as she heard high pitch yelps coming from downstairs, "I had to when LJ decided to put blue dye in my shampoo."

On the one hand, it was fairly funny and she actually liked how it turned out. She ended up with a rather pretty shade of purple. On the other hand, she couldn't let him get away with it especially since he messed with her hair. Jason shook his head with a put upon sigh, "Just make sure you pull out before things start to get dangerous."

"Yes, Papa," Calla had already been planning on it.

Even if she could keep up with everyone that usually participated in these types of situations, Calla knew that it made them forget that she wasn't as durable as them just yet. While they always managed to keep from killing her, it didn't stop them from accidentally hurting her sometimes. She was dragged from her thoughts as Hermione said, "You were the one that was pranking everyone."

"They tried to bully me," Calla shrugged lightly, "I'm not going to be bullied by anyone. They're lucky I remembered that they weren't like us otherwise I would've brought out the stuff that would've maimed or worse killed them,"

Hermione opened her mouth before closing it as Leon's energy took control. Cinnamon turned bright sea blue as Leon took control, "A prankster, dearest Calla?"

Calla shrugged as she noted her father twitching a bit, "It's fun and makes things interesting. You must be Leon, right?" Leon nodded with a crooked grin, "Nice to meet you."

"You as well," Leon purred at her, "What lethal pranks do you know, dearest?"

"That's for me to know and you to probably never find out," Calla replied earning a slight pout, "Hermione doesn't really like violence after all,"

"It's a shame since violence can be really fun," Leon sighed out.

"Sometimes and only if there is an actual reason for it," Calla heard shouts of her name, "Now if you'll excuse me, I really should disappear for a bit," She waved lightly, "Nice meeting you, Leon. Please give control back to Hermione, she needs to get used to being in the mansion,"

With that, Calla reopened the window before taking off through it.

Jason clenched his fist and barely refrained from glaring at the brat. How dare Leon flirt with his precious little doll? The damn brat knew what he was doing if the slight smirk on his face meant something. Leon shook his head, "She's adorable. It's a shame we aren't old otherwise I'd try to convince Hermione to give dating her a try. Oh well, next year-"

"You will do no such thing," Jason hissed at Leon.

Leon chuckled and offered him an amused look, "Oh and why's that? You can't kill me since that would hurt dearest Calla not to mention our father would get very angry at you."

"You do realize that I can find a way to seal you away, right?" Jason replied earning a glare in return, "It wouldn't be that hard what with how often dual personalities appear within our world,"

"You wouldn't," Leon growled at him.

"Try me, Little Boy," Jason smirked at him, "You will not touch my daughter. I'd rather have Candy Pop or Laughing Jack date her then you,"

When the book lists arrived, the Hogwarts students were a bit confused about why there were so many. The only one who seemed to know what was going on was Luna and even she looked a bit confused. A letter to Professor McGonagall was sent off with questions with the reply being that it was due to the new Defense teacher. In the end, they had to head to England for the Defense books due to the fact they weren't sold in America for some reason. It was just their luck that the day they went to get the books was also the day that the bookshop was having a book signing. Pushing through the crowd, they managed to get the books they needed and went to buy them only for a voice to call out, "By Merlin's beard, is that Calla Potter?"

Calla found herself in the middle of the store with the arm of some blonde man with a far too large smile around her shoulder, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I would-"

"You will take your hands off my daughter before I remove them myself," Jason snarled as the blonde man's hand began to inch downward making her stiffen.

"Good sir, I-" The blonde male was cut off by Calla slamming her foot into his shin.

When she was released, Calla rushed over to her father and was picked up by him. He whispered, "Good shot."

"I wanted to aim higher, but his hand was inching down," Calla said making Jason growl darkly.

Calla was handed off to Candy Pop as Jason spoke, "Give me one reason I shouldn't call the Aurors on you for assaulting my daughter."

"I was merely trying to inform her that I will be her new defense teach-" The blonde began only to be cut off.

"Calla, I think I'm going to pull you out of Hogwarts this year if he's supposed to be a teacher," Jason said looking at her.

Calla nodded slowly, "Okay, Papa."

Whispers and shouts began to fill the air, they promptly began leaving the bookstore. Calla wasn't exactly happy about being pulled out of Hogwarts, but she didn't want to be stuck in school with a someone who was likely a pedophile. Even if Candy Pop, Candy Cane, or someone else were there, she didn't want to be anywhere near someone like that. Pedophiles outside of Offenderman either died or were never allowed to become Creeps. They were killed off as soon as possible since no one at the mansion liked them.

Making arrangements to pull the kids out of Hogwarts was difficult, Jason was beginning to realize. The amount of paperwork tripled when it came to Calla because she was the heir of the Potter family and the heir of the Black family until Sirius managed to have a kid once he got out of Azkaban. On the other hand, it was stupidly easy to arrange a seperate Defense professor for the kids. In the end, it was the kids' idea and they all chose to go to Hogwarts.

Jason wasn't exactly happy and made damn sure that Dumbledore was aware that if Lockhart did anything to his daughter, he would be pulling her from Hogwarts for good. It took awhile before he found someone with teaching credentials that was good enough to teach the kids while also ensuring that Lockhart stayed as far from them as possible. It ended up being Remus Lupin who they'd been trying to track down since they discovered that Calla was alive.

Walking into the room where Remus was waiting, Jason found the werewolf staring at him in shock, "Moony, you are a hard wolf to track down."

"Jay?" Remus gasped out.

"We've been looking for you," Jason told the werewolf as he took a seat at the table, "When we found out that Calla was alive, we began looking for any of our friends that had possibly survived the war,"

"I..." Remus shook his head, "I thought you'd die,"

"It will take more than a jumped up snake faced twit to kill me or anyone of us for that matter," Jason leaned back against his chair, "How about we talk about what happened after the twit was killed? We can talk about why I ask you to meet me later,"

Calla looked up from her book when she heard the door open and felt a somewhat familiar energy enter her home. The energy was almost like that of Hermione and Liu only far more ragged. It was like someone had taken a rusty old spoon and attempted to carve a split into the energy. One side was wild to an almost insane degree and gave off a sense of loneliness that made her heart ache. The other side felt as if it belonged to a being far older than the form it was attached to with how beaten down and worn it felt. At the core of the energy, it felt as if a small torch of hope and life was burning. It seemed like the only thing keeping both sides alive. Reaching up to scrub at her eyes when they began to sting, she found herself crying. Her father entered the room and paused before rushing towards her with concern filling him, "Calla, what's wrong?"

"Papa, the energy..." Calla couldn't quite get the words right.

"You're feeling Remus' energy, My precious little doll," Jason told her.

Immediatly, Calla began to feel worse, "Why is it like that? It feels like..."

Calla explained what she felt and how it physically hurt her to know that someone that was supposed to be family felt like that. She wanted to do something to fix his energy. Jason pulled her into a hug as Remus hung around the edges looking shocked by her words. She burrowed her face into her father's neck and tried to calm down.

Once Calla was able to calm down and Remus was assured that she didn't have a problem with him being a werewolf, Remus found out just what kind of a gem Jason and Lily's daughter was. She didn't care what you were so long as you didn't try to harm either her or those she cared about. She was also a prankster that was on par with his friends back during their time at Hogwarts only she wouldn't bully anyone. She loathed bullies to the point she had absolute no problem releasing absolute hell on them. She was as smart as Lily with a drive to learn whatever she could which would make teaching her interesting since it would require him to constantly adjust any lesson plans he made. Of course, he quickly learned to avoid touching anything with pineapple in it since she got nasty when someone took her favorite fruit.

Seeing Calla sit in Night Terrors lap without even a small hint of fear and talk to him as if he was a regular person, Remus knew without a doubt that she was Lily's child. Getting to talk to Lily who's soul was inside Calla's scar was a unique experience, it eased the pain from not having his pack around for so very long. He also learned about Calla's rather unique view on death which left him wondering just how sane the sweet child was. Calla merely smiled at him and said, "Well what's fun about sanity? In order to have the most fun, you need to let go of a good portion of your sanity. What is sanity anyway other than a chain that society places on you to prevent you from doing all the fun things life has to offer? Can you please pass the ketchup?"

Oh yes, Calla definitely fit into the Shadow World with that point of view. Remus was very glad that he would never fall under her tender mercies when she snapped.

Calla looked up from the potion she was brewing to find Remus walking into the room, "Hello, Moony!"

"What's this?" Remus asked looking fairly confused.

"The Wolf's Bane potion. I'm making it for you," Calla informed him as she added the next ingredient and began to stir the potion, "I wanted to get a grasp on how it's made before I try my hand at improving it. I don't like the idea of you suffering just because someone was too lazy to make a better version if not a cure,"

"B-but that potion is at least seventh year or higher material," Remus stared at her in shock.

Calla shrugged as she finished stirring and set the timer, "I've done more complicated ones that were of fae origin. Do you know how hard it is to make a perfect moon drop potion? It took me months to figure it out and even then, I had to adjust the recipe to ensure it wouldn't poison a human," She let out a low sigh as she began preparing the next set of ingredients, "It took me over a year to actually manage it and even then, it isn't recommended to take more than one once every two months."

Remus shook his head lightly, "What's a moon drop potion?"

"It's a healing potion that can heal old damage so long as it isn't over a hundred years old," Calla explained as the timer rang and she added the next ingredient before beginning to stir the potion again, "I wanted Toby to stop worrying about his glamour falling and to make sure he didn't have to be as careful when he was eating,"

"That's rather kind of you," Remus looked contemplative.

Calla shrugged before glancing up at him, "I could make some extra in the next batch if you want to try and see if it can heal your scars. I can't promise anything especially since I don't know how much being turned into a werewolf changed your genetic structure. If it at least lessens the scarring, it'll give me a base to work with."

"You'd do that for me?" Remus looked at her in shock.

Calla nodded with a soft smile, "You're family, Moony. Why wouldn't I do that for you?"

Calla thought about what she knew of Remus Lupin as she began preparing her things for the trip to Hogwarts. He was a tired soul that had been through so much that it prematurely aged him. The weight of his curse which was the cause of his energy being the way it was would have killed him by now if his will wasn't so strong. She would have liked the man even if he wasn't family and that made her even more determined to help him. If she couldn't find a way to get rid of his curse, she'd find a way to ease the strain of it. If it helped other people, she didn't really care because family was at stake. She would never allow her family to suffer if she had a choice.

If Calla had been looking into a mirror as she made her promise to get rid of Remus' curse, she would have seen her eyes flash an almost white gold.