Well, here it is! A week! Decided that all you wondeful reviewers that reviewed (no duh) should get a treat! And those people who read this and didn't review- well, you can have a treat as well! Oh, and this note is kinda important in some parts. Please take the time to read the AN!

Just a note- I like Remus. I by all means have NOTHING against the werewolf. He is in fact one of my favorite characters. I just see him as having a pretty hard life before, in , and after Hogwarts, even with the Marauders. Here's my take on it, okay? Don't judge top harshly, I tried to be nice! And, FYI, all the Marauders are having these kind of doubts- Sirius with his family, Peter with his loyalty, and James with his... well, I'll get to that later! I also love Snape as of DH! But, some Snape bashing will be present. As little as possible though, I am sorry about that. Oh and I'm noy sure if Snape was a Prefect, if it's not canon, sorry, I'm trying to keep it as close as possible, but I thought it would be a nice touch! Oh and Malfoy's status and family... family, definitely not that I know of, status as far as school... possible!

Another note- The Marauders are in 5th year. Harry and Hermione are in 6th. They managed to get into the RoR while Malfoy wasn't. That won't play a huge part though. Notice they knew about Horcruxes!! Near the end of the year, obviously, but they woke up in the beginning of Marauder's year!

Thanks to my betas She Who Shall Go Nameless and DramaticStarlet (though I can't remember for the life of me if Dramatic Starlet actually beta-ed this one or not... Well, better be safe and thankful than guilty and sorry!)

Remus POV

"Please, first years, please go to Hagrid! He will bring you to the castle!" I yelled, standing on the platform, trying to control the frantic eleven year olds. A few were screaming about winged horses—odd, right? Then again, I can't really talk, being a werewolf.

I sighed in defeat and was about to step down and let Head Boy take over when I was pushed to the ground. My face pressed against gravel as I scurried to my feet, trying not to get trampled. I wiped the dirt off my cheek as my friends came running over.

"Remus!" James said, pulling along Sirius and Peter. "You okay? We lost you in the crowd and then you were on the platform!"

"And then you were on the ground!" Sirius finished.

"Was is Snivellus? We can take him, no problem! I can't believe he's actually a prefect! Actually, I can't believe you're a prefect!" Peter gushed. I shook my head. I didn't know who it was. A Slytherin, no doubt, but which—I had no idea.

"Hey Lupin!" Snape sneered, walking by and purposely knocking into me. "What happened to your robes? Got into a fight with a cat or something?"

"No," I replied calmly, holding back my friends' wands. I was used to this, whether they knew it or not. They didn't see it happen most of the time—they were too protective, especially after they found out my secret. Nobody would dare pick on me in front of them. "It was a dog."

Snape sneered once more and stalked off. I heard his best friend, Lily Evans, scold him.

"For Heaven's sake, Severus, would it kill you to be nice to him? I know your theories and I don't want to hear them again! Either way, if your theories are right—which they're not—wouldn't that be even more of a reason to be kind?" Theories? What was this all about?

"Lily, you're not starting to… like them, are you?" Snape was shocked, and with reason as well. To hear Lily defend any of us was a surprise.

"Oh, you know that the only ones I really despise are Sirius and Potter! If they stopped showing off and being such pigheads I might understand why Remus and Peter even tolerate them…" She sighed and pulled Snape by the arm. "Come on, let's go get a carriage!"

I was tuning out my friends' threats to whoever pushed me to the ground—and Snape—when a small hand tugged on my sleeve.

"Excuse me?" a first year girl said. She had long brown hair and these wide, knowing chocolate brown eyes. They seemed way to mature for an eleven year old. I brushed aside her discomfort and odd eyes as nervousness for beginning Hogwarts. "Are you a prefect?"

"Yes, I am. I'm Remus, what do you need help with?" I turned from my friends as they snickered like five year olds. I heard something about being responsible, but when I shot them a look, they shut up.

"Look, we're going to find a carriage. We'll see you at the castle if you're too caught up in prefect things, okay?" James checked with me. I nodded, distracted with this girl.

"Hermione!" She yelled at the crowd. "I found one!" Another girl, with similar hair and eyes rushed to her side.

"Good, now you ask, Hera," she insisted, gesturing to me.

"No, you! I found him, you should ask!"

"Oh, quit being such a baby about it!"

I decided to stop the fight before it began.

"How about you both tell me?" They looked at each other and shrugged. Then they turned to me and began to explain.

"Our parents died a little while ago, and we were going to be home-schooled," the girl who had found me started.

"But then, after they died, we decided to look for Hogwarts. We thought we should get an education."

"All our family is gone and our parents died in a fire—no records or anything left!"

"They didn't even trust the goblins with our stuff!"

"So now we don't have anything and we were wondering if—"

"We could… see the headmaster and be enrolled?" I watched in amusement as they went back and forth. I cleared my throat and tried to imagine Dumbledore not admitting these two orphan girls.

"I don't see why not, but you'll have to wait until we get to the castle." A thought dawned on me. Actually, a few did. "How did you two get here? And how old are you? And who's older?" The one with bushier hair answered.

"Well, Hera and I started traveling a while ago, until we got here. Most of our family is Muggle, you see, they either didn't want us or our Wizarding family was dead. We're eleven—we just turned it in July. And I'm the older one!" she stated proudly. I could imagine how it felt not to be wanted by family—I was a werewolf for crying out loud, my aunts and uncles hadn't visited in years!

"I'll—I'll bring you to Hagrid." I led the children to the giant, who was steering the other first years into the boats.

"Remus! 'Ow are yeh? Doing fine, I hope! And, well, who's that behind yeh?" I pulled the two girls in front of me.

"Hagrid, these girls need to speak to Dumbledore. They're not registered, but they would like to attend Hogwarts." Turning my face away from their view, I added quietly, "They're parents are dead, they say. They were supposed to be home-schooled. Can you take them with you? This one's awful scared," I jerked my head in the direction of the girl who had found me… Hera, I think. She was shaking, absolutely terrified.

"Yeh don't have to be worried, I'll take yeh to Dumbledore! He's sure not to have a problem with it! We are a little low on students this year… I wonder why…" Hagrid pondered for a moment before turning back to us. I handed the children over to him and made my way to the carriage, aware of their piercing stare at my retreating back. As I hopped up the first steps, I heard Hera whisper to Hermione excitedly.

"Did you see him? Did you see her? And did you see him? I forgot I would have to deal with that here—oh no, he's still older, isn't he? Please don't tell me that he's a prefect!"

"No, I don't think he is. But I think I saw Malfoy—he's Head Boy, I saw the badge," Hermione replied. "You really need to calm down. I saw them, now relax. We just need to focus on getting past the Sorting Hat. And I didn't know that she and him were friends! Did you know?"

I'm going to get to the bottom of this, I thought, gazing out the window as the twins struggled to leap from the dock to the boats. They fell flat on their faces, barely making it in. They giggled in a childish way, something that wouldn't seem odd for a first year. But there was something different about them. Remus Lupin, you're not the only one in Hogwarts with a secret. And this secret is just too good not to investigate! I called in my Marauder instincts and began to plot. First things first, though…

"Guys, I need some glue, a piece of parchment, and some ink and quills."

"Why?" they asked as they rummaged through their pockets for the supplies. I took it gratefully and began my plan. The face that had pushed me to the ground was very clear in my head. Another idea dawned on me.

"Oh and some of those firework things we bought last week. One will do." They handed one over, but looked at me in wonder.

"Why?"

"Do you think that I'll be able to pull this off?"

"WHY?"

"Oh," I said, a grin stretching across my face. Sure, there was the mystery of those twins, but I had another mission to achieve first. "Lucius Malfoy introduced me to gravel this evening. I decided to be nice and introduce him to a couple pranks. Care to join?"

Hermione POV

"Are you nervous?" Harry asked suddenly as we rowed our way to shore. I shrugged my shoulders, subtly motioning towards the two girls in our boat. "I am. What if they don't let us in?"

"Dumbledore is the headmaster, of course he'll let us in," I comforted. He visibly relaxed and we continued to row. Seeing Hogwarts in the boats the second time was just as beautiful and breathtaking as the first. Harry just had to ruin the moment though.

"What if I don't get into-" he whispered quietly.

"You'll get into Gryffindor! Unless, of course, you don't want to! But you're not leaving me there!" I hissed. He shrank back and the girls sitting beside us chose that moment to be friendly.

"I'm Elizabeth Laker," one girl with light blonde hair extended her hand. "And this is Lena Malfoy." She had hair even blonder than Elizabeth- it was nearly white. I shakily extended my hand to shake, afraid of this female version of Malfoy.

"Bloodline?" she asked nonchalantly. Harry rattled off our decided story.

"Our mum was Muggleborn. She died a few weeks ago." Lena's face fell ever so slightly. Then she turned her back and stared out at the approaching castle.

"Is it just me," I whispered to Harry quietly. "Or did a Malfoy seem upset that we're supposedly half bloods?"

"Yeah, she seemed upset… but maybe she's a "Sirius." Obviously, she's less willing to disobey her family, but I'm sure anyone would be. It was weird seeing him, wasn't it?" I nodded, biting my lip. It was a bad habit, but at least it was better than wearing a hole in the floor like Harry does!

The boat bumped up against the shore and we climbed out. We began to make our way up to the castle, Elizabeth and Lena a little behind us. A scream was heard from the far end of the castle- where the other students entered. Lena and Elizabeth began to immediately giggle.

"What is it?" Harry asked, curious as ever.

"My brother!" Lena gasped, ignoring the "bloodline" just for a moment. "He screams like a little girl!" Just then we heard four more roars of laughter- we recognized two.

"Who did it?" I speculated, fighting down giggles myself.

"Probably Black and Potter- Lucius always talks about what disgraces they are. He's going out with Black's cousin, actually. He's Gryffindor. And Potter's just a bloodtraitor. They hang out with half-bloods and Muggleborns like that Pettigrew and Lupin. Either way, it's pretty funny!" Lena said, finally calming herself down. "The only thing he'll regret about marrying Narcissa will be that he'll be related to him."

"He's going to be so mad!" Elizabeth piped up. "Wasn't he going to propose to her today?" A look dawned on Lena's face. She nodded solemnly. The doors slammed open before she could mention anything else.

And so the Sorting began. One by one, the children were called up to be Sorted, leaving behind just me and Harry. Lena was sorted into Slytherin and Elizabeth into Hufflepuff. The two girls waved to each other from their spots in the room, uncomfortable about leaving their friend.

Dumbledore stood to give his beginning of the year speech while Harry and I stood quietly. I gripped his shoulder again and I noticed he winced. I loosened my hand slightly, but not much.

"This year we have the pleasure of welcoming two new students that were not expected. We are sorry for the delay and the missing of their names on the list. First we will call up Hera Granger to be Sorted. Hera, if you would," Dumbledore smiled his special smile as Harry nervously approached the stage. He was trembling as he sat on the little stool, his knuckled white from squeezing the edges.

"Gryffindor!" The Hat yelled after an even longer Sorting than his original. He sighed, relieved, and went to join the table. I smiled as he took his seat and scanned the table- no Marauders. No Lucius Malfoy either…

"Hermione Granger, you're next!" I smiled and bounded up the stairs calmly. I spotted Harry's envious glare at my confidence just before my eyes were shielded with darkness.

Hee, I totally considered putting Harry in Slytherin, because I saw a totally viable reason in To Understand by Cyanide Sonnets (and I actually got permission to use the idea) but then decided against it because it totally messed with my plot. Bummer, too, I really enjoyed the idea of writing that! Then again, maybe Harry!Girl, Timetravel!Harry and Hermione AND Slytherin!Harry would be too much. Agreed? Yeah, I thought so.

Okay, so mini cliffy for Hermione. Where do you think I'll Sort her? I already have it written but I like seeing what you think! And if you would like... reasons why she would be sorted there! Best answer gets dedication and a possible character (maybe for the character).

Soo... another contest piece. WHO IS ELIZABETH LAKER? Not a canon character as far as I know (neither is Lena, but oh well!), but can you guess who she is in my story?? She has a realtion to canon HP! If you can... free cookies, a hug from our favorite werewolf (Remus, duh! Oh and if you like Twilight series, I guess you can have Jake... or Quil... or Embry... or Sam... or Jared... or Seth... or Paul (why though?)... or anybody that I missed! Personally, I'd go for Quil or Jake, but that's opinion! :)

That's it, I think! Review and give feedback! To tell you the truth, I love reviews that compliment my work, but ALSO tell me the weak points and strong points, what I need to work on, etc... I'll gladly take that! Seriously, I love that kind of stuff! Sad, I know! I'm pretty much asking for flames, asking for critism! Oh well, I do like roasted marshmellows! Happy reading (though it's late for that)!