Sorry it has been so long since I last updated. My Beta and I have had tons of homework, resulting in me writing, then her not being able to edit, and then her editing, but me not being able to make the edits. Bla bla bla. Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera.

I don't own Harry Potter, but I am the mind behind Lennette. I also wrote the Sorting Hat Song myself. Lennette and the song are both mine, so no stealing!

Remus stood in the center of a swarm of wizards. Some were exuberant students, eager to return to school after a long summer. Others were getting on the train for the first time, ready for more opportunity. Then there were those who were also boarding the train for the first time, but were more worried, worried that they would not fit in, with no magical parents to reminisce about what was ahead. Remus fell into none of these categories. He was one of the few, true outsiders.

His mother and father were Aurors and were away in Romania, doing undercover work for the ministry. He had flooed to the station five minutes earlier with only his ticket, a trunk, and a letter from his mother saying that she wishes more than anything that she could see him off to Hogwarts for his first time; Remus knew she just managed to get even this letter to him. He also carried with him the curse of being a werewolf.

Remus dragged his trunk up the steps of the Hogwarts Express slowly, not wanting to expose his superhuman strength. He pulled it into a compartment. The compartment he found contained only one person, a girl. The girl seemed to be a first year too, since she was reading one of the first year textbooks.

The girl had very long, curly brown hair, and fair skin. She was already dressed in her Hogwarts robes.

Remus fully entered the compartment and slid his stuff under the seat.

"Hello wolf", the girl said playfully without looking up. "What's your name? Mine is Lennette Meadows." Remus was frozen with fear.

"H-how do you know? You haven't even looked up from that book to look at me, and you know! Please don't turn me into the ministry. I'll do anything." Remus was kneeling on the ground now, as if praying, with pleading, worried eyes. This was partly because his knees gave way, and partly because he did not want Lennette to get him put in confinement. Lennette looked up from the book and into his eyes. Her eyes were a deep blue, they were kind eyes. She did not even have to speak, to let Remus know that his secret was safe with her.

"I simply asked you your name. No need to get caught up in my greeting." Lennette spoke with the tone his mother used when he didn't answer her questions. This scared Remus slightly, since she was only eleven, and could speak with that tone. "Remus Lupin", he responded. He tried to sound confident in his reply, but it came out wimpy.

Remus sat on the other side of the compartment and Lennette went back to reading. Before the silence could get too awkward, however, two boys all but fell into the compartment. One had long, jet black hair and an aristocratic look to him. The other had messy black hair and glasses. The one with long hair spoke first.

"I'm Sirius Black. That guy's James Potter. Can we stay here? We're trying to hide from my cousin. She's angry." The boys did not wait for a response before pulling their trunks through the door. Lennette looked up at the new inhabitants of the compartment. She first glanced Sirius, before her gaze traveled to James. At the sight of him, her eyes widened in sad surprise and gasped the tumbled onto the floor, unconscious. Remus thought he saw her eyes flash grey the moment she saw James, but he could have been wrong. He then looked at James accusingly.

James pleaded innocent, "I didn't do anything." Sirius sighed and said, "Dude, I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you're so ugly you make girls faint at the sight of your face." Remus was bewildered at their ability not to burst out laughing at Sirius' comment. Remus would have, if he was not so confused on why Lennette fainted.

Remus introduced himself to Sirius and James, and then told them Lennette's. "I know that last name from somewhere," mussed James. "but I don't know where from, though."

The train lurched into motion as a small, plump boy burst through the door of the compartment. "I'm Peter Pettigrew." he blurted.

Peter looked around the compartment. His eyes widened with fear when he saw Lennette lying motionless on the floor, then said, "What did you do to her?"

Remus spoke, as if reading Peters' mind. "Don't worry; she fainted when she saw James for some reason. We didn't hurt her."

James and Sirius introduced themselves. "I'm James Potter," said James, showing off, "and the git over here is Sirius Black. Nice to meet you."

There was silence, but not an awkward one this time. Remus took advantage of this to ask James and Sirius why they were running away from Sirius' cousin.

"James insulted her." Sirius started. "That's actually how we became friends. I'm not particularly fond of many of my relations. Anyone who insults them is my friend. Bellatrix, that's my cousin, and her friends, are who James made fun of. Bellatrix is a sixth year, and a prefect. She could probably jinx me so I can't eat without growing mushrooms out my ears or something horrible like that."

When they realized that the trolley lady would probably tell a professor or any prefects (like Bellatrix), about an unconscious girl laying on the floor of a compartment, the boys sat her on the bench and made it look like she was sleeping. They could (depending on the circumstances) get in trouble for her fainting. They, on the other hand, could not get in trouble for her sleeping.

The rest of the ride was completely uneventful, unless you count Sirius, Remus, and James teaching Peter everything they knew about the magical world. Most of the ride though was Sirius and James telling Peter everything they knew about Quidditch, which happened to be a lot.

When Sirius and James began repeating how they wanted to be professional Quittage players when they grew up, Remus ended the conversation. They then taught Peter the complicated money system, essential knowledge to survive in the magical world.

The train began to slow down, when Remus suddenly remembered Lennette. "Maybe she'll wake up now?" suggested Remus to his new friends. He got up from his seat and walked over to Lennette. He shook her gently, and then violently. There was no change to her slumber. Peter then had an idea.

"Couldn't we just carry her? If people ask, we can say she fell asleep and we couldn't wake her up." The boys all looked at each other and realized that this would be the best plan they would come up with. Being eleven year old boys, however, they still believed in girl cooties. Remus and James got stuck with walking her. Peter and Sirius, on the other hand, had to drag their own and Lennette's, James', and Remus' trunks onto the platform.

"What do you have in here Remus?" asked Sirius, who was lugging his own, Lennette's, and Remus' trunks onto the platform. Remus did not respond. He knew what was making the trunk so heavy. It was all his extra books. He dedicated all his spare seconds to reading. They were his portal to escape from reality, especially around the full moon.

Once the boys got all five trunks on the platform, they were told to leave them (the trunks) there. A large man with a long, brown beard was bellowing something about first years taking boats across the lake to Hogwarts. This wasn't a problem; it was just that the half-giant, for that's what he must be, also stated that there could be no more than four to a boat.

Remus decided to state the obvious. "There are five of us. We have to split up somehow." The boys thought for a moment. Peter was the one to come up with the split-up arrangement.

"I think James and Sirius should take one boat, because if Lennette woke up on the boat, and saw James face, she might faint again. Me, Remus, and Lennette can take another. Remus should definitely go with her though, since she probably had a conversation with him." Peter then turned his head to Remus to see if his assumption was correct. "You're right, Peter" said Remus. "I did speak with her briefly."

Peter had a smug look on his face. He obviously had mentally proven himself as a friend. Peter took Lennette from James and then he and Remus set off to find a boat, Lennette between them, fire-man style.

The boys had been looking around for a boat for at least a minute when Remus spotted an empty one. "There!" exclaimed Remus, a little too loudly. The shout attracted a few glares.

The boys ignored the glares and dashed for the small boat. They lay Lennette down and Remus sat at her head and Peter her feet. Not a moment too soon for then, the boats lurched into motion.

Peter was still panting from the short dash, when he mentioned that Lennette's hair was dangling over the side of the boat, into the water. Remus pulled the long, curly brown strand out of the rippling water. He did so almost sadly. Peter, being Peter, smiled evilly and chanted, 'Remus loves Lennette. Remus loves Lennette.'

Remus then shot Peter a murderous look. "Where'd you get that idea?" he asked Peter angrily.

"The way you look at her…" responded Peter. "When you look at her you look like you're in a dream."

Remus did not know how to respond to that, so instead he said, "I'm just tired." This wasn't a lie either. The full moon was in five days. He always got very tired starting around now. Day after tomorrow he would be sickly pale.

Remus and Peter were silent for the rest of the ride. Remus was thinking of what if Peter had said. Of course I don't love her. I don't even like her… I can't. I barely know her. Can I?

The boats were slowing to a stop. Peter and Remus picked Lennette up and walked her over to the cluster of first-years. They nudged their way to the front and found James and Sirius. Then, a middle-aged witch began to speak.

"I am Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts. You are all about to be sorted into four different houses. These houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

At this point, McGonagall spotted Lennette; Peter and Remus supporting her unconscious body. "What happened?" she demanded while stepping forward to Lennette, pulling out her wand gracefully.

Peter's eyes went wide with fright. Remus knew the boy was not up to the task of telling the professor what had happened, and James and Sirius were trying to stay out of it, so he took it upon himself to tell the short story. "She fainted on the train this morning, Professor."

McGonagall looked shocked. "This morning? She's been out for a while then." McGonagall then crouched down a little and pointed her wand at Lennette, and then said "Rennervate". Lennette mumbled something about a familiar faces, and opened her stone grey eyes. Remus sensed something unnatural about those eyes. They looked like they had watched the millions of battles of the universe time and time again. There was something else though… something different. Then he remembered. They were blue this morning.

McGonagall stood up straight again, took a few steps back, and resumed her speech. "You will be sorted by the Sorting Hat. The hat will sing you a song for you to inform you on the details on each house. No house is better than any other. All have their strengths. And their weaknesses." McGonagall turned and pushed open a huge doors behind her.

Remus strolled down the aisle with the other first years in complete and utter awe, Lennette now walking with a bewildered look on her face. The scattered stars were glittering across huge domed ceiling. The four, long tables were filled with hundreds clapping witches and wizards.

When the first years finally made it to the front of the hall, McGonagall placed an old, worn hat on a small stool.

The hat opened what seemed to be its eyes and mouth, and then began to sing.

Hogwarts is an ancient school,

From about tenth century,

Built to teach one simple tool,

To aid your wizardry.

The founders of this special place

Had talents of their own;

Talents must not go to waste,

So Sorting Hat was sewn!

Miss Rowena asked of me

Just one simple thing,

To "place the clever, witty ones

Over here with me"

Then the Sir of Slytherin

Turned his head my way

"Give me the clever, cunning ones."

Was all he had to say.

Madam Helga Hufflepuff

Gave but nine words to me

"Just the kind and gracious ones,

Sorting Hat, Please"

Last came Godric Gryffindor,

The head which I knew best

To search for all the brave ones

And he would be impressed.

As I sit upon my wooden throne

Pondering all year,

About the souls that I will sort

NOW LET ME HAVE A CHEER!

The students cheered.

Sorry this chapter was kind of dull, but I had to get the introductions over with.

-Sabrina