A/N: Essentially, what you recognize belongs to the goddess that is J.K. Rowling, and what you don't belongs to lil' ol' me.

Thank you for telling me about the mistake with Chapters 10 and 12; this week has been very hectic for me, and I've mostly been writing at night when I'm exhausted (hence the less frequent updates).

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Happy Easter!

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After being discharged from the hospital the next day at noon, the four students meandered the grounds, chatting about the night before and speculating about Sirius and Buckbeak's location.

"Oh, I do hope Sirius treats Buckbeak well," Genevieve commented offhandedly. "I rather liked him. I'd prefer not to have to hunt him down and disembowel the bloke."

Ron and Hermione laughed while Harry stared across the bank, lost in thought. Just then, Hagrid walked up, absolutely beaming.

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night. I mean, Black escapin' again, an' everythin' - but guess what?"

"What?" Genevieve forced herself to hide a smile.

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!"

"That's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed. Genevieve jabbed Ron, who was about to laugh.

"Yeah . . . can't've tied him up properly. I was worried this mornin', mind . . . thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night . . ."

"What?" Genevieve and Harry asked in unison; how did Hagrid know about Lupin's lycanthropy?

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" Hagrid dimmed a bit, and spike a little quieter. "Er - Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin' . . . Thought everyone'd know by now . . . Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night . . . He's packin' now, o' course."

"He's packing? Why?"

"Leavin', isn' he? Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin' again."

Genevieve and Harry stood up at once.

"I'm going to see him," Harry told them.

"I need to talk to him one last time," Genevieve informed the group at the same time.

"But if he's resigned -"

" - doesn't sound like there's anything we can do -"

They tried to argue with Harry, but he cut them off.

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here."

Genevieve nodded in solidarity, and they were off.

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He'd left his office door opened, most of his things already ready to go. Lupin looked up when Harry knocked, grinning.

"I saw you coming." He motioned to the Marauder's Map.

"I just saw Hagrid," started Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?"

"I'm afraid it is," Lupin responded without ceasing packing.

"Why? The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?"

Lupin snapped the door shut behind them.

"No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge I was trying to save your lives. That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he - er - accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast."

"That slimy git," Genevieve muttered. She usually didn't have a personal problem with the Potions Master, as she possessed a natural talent for Potion making, but he was far less bearable when it came to her friends.

"You're not leaving just because of that!" protested Harry.

Lupin gave a wry smile.

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents . . . They will not want a werewolf teaching their children. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you . . . That must never happen again."

"You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" Harry proclaimed.

Genevieve snorted. "No kidding. There was P-P-Professor Quirrell, Voldemort's servant and Jekyll, and the fantastic Professor Lockhart, who turned out to be a fantastic fraud."

Lupin smiled slightly but didn't reply. He only continued to pack. Finally, he chatted to Harry a bit about his Patronus, before giving back the Cloak, saying:

"Here - I brought this back from the Shrieking Shack last night. And . . ." He presented them with the Marauder's Map. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you two, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it."

Genevieve shook her head, addressing Harry. "You keep it. It's like we said originally. We don't need it anymore; I've got it memorized, and I'm much too careful to be caught."

Harry took the map, and said to Lupin, "You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of the school . . . you said they'd have thought it very funny."

"And so we would have. I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."

Professor Dumbledore knocked.

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus."

"Thank you, Headmaster."

"Well - goodbye, Harry. It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Genevieve, would you please see me to the gates? I'd like a word with you."

They left, leaving Harry behind with Dumbledore. For a while, they walked in companionable silence, then Lupin said:

"I wanted to thank you, Genevieve. You not only kept my secret, but you let me know that you would stay with me even though you knew, and you truly didn't treat me any differently afterwards. I know it can be a bit of a bubble here," Lupin gestured to the castle. "But most of the Wizarding World sees my kind as . . . bombs ticking and ticking and waiting to go off instead of people. We're untrustworthy, not to be hired, never given a chance. You gave me a chance, Genevieve, and I can never thank you enough for that."

She held up her hand. "Stop. First of all, I gave you a chance because you had already proven yourself to be a good teacher, and a compassionate person. Second, it's not a 'we' thing. I've learned not to group people together just based on physical traits, on things they can't control. Who they are depends on their choices. You are not a monster, Lupin, because you strive not to be. You're better than most people, werewolf or not."

He smiled. "Thank you," he repeated. His carriage pulled up. "Goodbye, Genevieve," he said.

She grinned at him. "Goodbye, Moony."

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The last few days at Hogwarts passed quickly. Genevieve took pleasure in the fact that Malfoy and his father had lost to a hippogriff. Also, to her amusement, Percy had much to comment on the whole Sirius Black scandal, and no one willing to listen, except for his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater. Her, Genevieve pitied. Snape, on the other hand, had significantly cooled his behavior toward Genevieve, whom he usually regarded with indifference.

On the last day of term, her O.W.L. results came. She held the envelope as though it were a Howler, too anxious to look inside. Finally, Katie said exasperatedly, "Just open it already!"

Genevieve hesitated, then opened it cautiously and took out the contents.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass grades:

Outstanding (O)

Exceeds Expectations (E)

Acceptable (A)

Fail Grades:

Poor (P)

Dreadful (D)

Troll (T)

GENEVIEVE ELIZABETH SNOW HAS ACHIEVED

Arithmancy: E

Astronomy: O

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Charms: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Herbology: O

History of Magic: O

Muggle Studies: O

Potions: O

Study of Ancient Runes: O

Transfiguration: O

"I-I can't believe it," Genevieve murmured, her face blank. "I can't believe it."

"What?" Katie asked, looking concerned.

"I . . . can't believe I got . . . 11 O.W.L.s!" She cheered. "I got all my O.W.L.s!"

Katie's face broke into a huge smile. "I knew it!"

"Well, what are you standing around for?" Genevieve asked. "Let's celebrate!"

Fred and George walked in.

"What's all this commotion for?" Fred asked, grinning. He looked at Genevieve, a smirk on his face.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with you getting all your O.W.L.s, would it? It's not like we could hear you from another room or anything, but we could hear you from the other room," George teased.

"And what did you prats get?" Genevieve asked playfully.

"We both passed Charms and Defense," they answered proudly.

Fred said, "I also got my Transfiguration O.W.L. - "

"And I got Herbology," George added. "Which is perfect because - "

"Three O.W.L.s each are disappointment enough to keep Mum on her toes, and from believing we'll get nice, respectable jobs at the Ministry - "

"And just enough to keep her from disowning us," George finished, satisfied.

"Oh - we almost forgot!"

"Dad's going to try to get us tickets to the Quidditch World Cup this summer!"

"Wanna come?"

"Sure," Genevieve said, laughing. "I'd enjoy a nice game of Quidditch."

"Yeah, well, glad we got that out of the way. Charlie threatened to hex us if we didn't invite you," Fred joked. "Time for some last minute schemes, d'you reckon?"

"Definitely," Genevieve and George agreed together.

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A/N: I know it's weird that the fifth years got their O.W.L. results at the end of the year, but I was reading, and that's exactly what Prisoner of Azkaban said about Fred and George's O.W.L.s and Percy's N.E.W.T.s. Then again, I could just have an old edition . . .