Diary of a Discovered Girl
by Ash-Caro-Lynn
Chapter X : Of Godfathers and Goings
"Come in."
I smiled, pushing open the door to Professor Lupin's office. He looked up, rather surprised.
"Holly," he said simply. "How are you?"
"I'm well, thanks," I replied, looking around the room with a frown. The books that had previously been lined up on shelves throughout the room were now gone, the tank that had previously housed a Grindylow drained and empty. "Are you moving offices?"
He smiled weakly. "In a way, I suppose," he replied. I gasped.
"You're not-"
"I haven't been fired, no," he replied. "I'm resigning of my own accord." I raised an eyebrow, bewildered. "News has recently leaked out of a certain… illness that I am afflicted with, and parents are going to grow suspicious if I continue to teach, and perhaps even pull their children out of school so they don't have to be taught with someone with my disease."
I gaped openly. "Professor, you're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we've ever had!" I exclaimed. "You can't resign just because you're a werewolf!"
It was his turn to gape. "How long have you known?" he asked. I frowned.
"I've suspected it for a while," I replied with a shrug. "But it doesn't make an impact on your teaching – Quirrell would still have been a rubbish teacher if he hadn't have been housing Voldemort on the back of his head, just as Lockhart would have been able to teach us nothing but about himself and his false accomplishments even if he hadn't been a pretty boy."
He raised an eyebrow. "A pretty boy?" he repeated.
"Well, no, not in my opinion," I replied. "I'm not into the whole 'blond prima donna' thing."
He chuckled. "That's good, then." I raised an eyebrow. "The less types of boys you're interested in, the less boys you'll go out with."
"Who are you, my father?" I asked with a smile.
"Something of the sort," he replied. "Your godfather."
I gasped. "You're – you're my godfather?" He nodded. "But – I thought Sirius-"
"Sirius is Harry's godfather, yes," he replied. "But he wasn't her first choice – Lily's, that is. She wanted me to be godfather, and James wanted Sirius – eventually they had twins, so both got their wishes."
"So you mean to say – that if all had gone according to my parents' plans, I would have gone to live with you and Harry to Sirius?" He shook his head. "You're – right. A werewolf… so how would that have worked, anyway?"
"The two of you would both have gone to live with Sirius, I would have had a major part in raising the both of you, however."
"So you and Sirius, would, like, have lived together?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. He chuckled.
"We could have if we chose to," he replied. "You're very like your father, Pu- Holly."
"Why do you keep on trying to call me 'Pup?'" I asked curiously. He looked bewildered.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"I didn't tell you?" I asked. "That I've been having headaches at day and dreams of my past at night – recurring memories trying to hint to me that my Inner Eye was trying to foresee something? Each of them featuring Peter Pettigrew, many of them with you and Sirius and my parents and Harry? And that I gave a prophecy?"
"You're a Seer?" he asked, looking rather curious, surprised and proud at the same time. I nodded. "And the prophecy entailed-"
"That a traitor, chained for twelve years, would break free and set out to rejoin his master," I replied. "Of course, it never specified that he actually would rejoin his master, which is why he's locked up in the same tower that Sirius was in."
"Ah, yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about that." I quirked an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I'm fairly certain that neither you nor Hermione would have ditched your injured friend… that is, until after you had gotten him to safety… however, by the time he was to safety, we were already saved."
"That was a mighty strong Patronus you cast, Holly."
I smiled weakly. "I guess I suck at keeping secrets," I replied with a laugh. "That, combined with the fact that I already told you about the Time Turner."
"You're a very intelligent girl, Holly." He smiled, ruffling my hair affectionately. "Who knows – maybe we'll look into that living arrangement you spoke of."
I smiled. "Thank you, professor."
He shook his head. "I'm not your professor any longer," he reminded me. I tilted my head to the side, pondering this for a moment before my eyes lit up.
"Can I call you Moony, then?" He laughed.
"Sure thing, Pup."