A/N: OK, here's the next chapter. I'm trying to stay close to what happens in the book, but my copy is at home and I'm at school. I'll do my best from memory though. Well, I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Chapter 3- Back at Hogwarts

As we entered the Great Hall I noticed Remus sitting up front. I realized he must be the new defense against the dark arts professor. I just only wish I would have an opportunity to speak to him tonight. It's been so long since the last time I saw him, I think I might have been five, possibly six.

I noticed the twins' younger brother Ron and his friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, talking about the new professor.

Jesus, who would've thought that one of the marauders would end up as a professor? Of course, if any did it'd be Remus. He was always the bookwork I think.

Before I could really hear anything they were saying McGonagall came in with the new first years.

Man, they keep getting smaller and smaller every year.

Sorting is definitely not one of my favorite pastimes at Hogwarts. In fact, the sorting is just plain boring. I even considered it boring when I was a first year, other than my own sorting.

-Flashback-

"SANCHEZ, ALEXANDRA," McGonagall called.

Well, my turn. Oh boy...Please be Gryffindor.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here," the hat mumbled.

"Come on and sort already," I mumbled back.

"My, my, quite the impatient one. Not unlike your father."

"Thanks, I think."

"Oh well, I wouldn't know if that's a good thing or not, but you certainly are a lot like him. Lots of qualities. Not many from your mother though..."

"I'm NOT my mother!"

"Oh of course not. Definitely like your father, so I would say you'd do well following him. GRYFFINDOR!"

Thank God!

As I joined my fellow Gryffindors at the house table I noticed Professor Dumbledore watching me. Those piercing eyes that can apparently see into your soul, or something like that. I doubt anyone else noticed him looking at me, but I knew he was watching me. I stared right back, proving I couldn't be intimidated. After a couple minutes of our little staring contest he smiled, and turned his attention back to the sorting.

Wonder what that was all about?

As the sorting ended and Dumbledore finished his speech, I noticed a couple redheaded boys sitting across from me.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm Fred," the one on the left said.

"I'm George," the one on the right said.

"We're twins," they said in unison. I had to roll my eyes.

"No shit Sherlocks."

"Wanna have some fun?" they asked.

"Hell yeah."

-End Flashback-

Ever since that first feast Fred, George, and I have been like the three stooges or something. All the teachers occasionally stare at me, though not as much as they used to. Most every time I've caught them staring at me they have a smile on their face, as if they are reminded of something my dad and his friends did. I've even been told by most of them that I remind them of my father. Of course Snape has always hated me, just as he hated my dad when they were in school together. Tonight though, most of the teachers glances at me are filled with what looks like pity. Apparently they too know the whole school will probably figure it out. I don't really care so I wish they'd stop looking at me like that.

"I am pleased to announce that our new defense against the dark arts teacher will be Professor Remus Lupin."

I noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione were clapping a little harder. That was probably since he was there when Harry fainted, understandable with his memories. Of course, I on the other hand clapped really hard, even letting out a shrill whistle. I received several curious stares from other students, a few amused expressions from teachers, and Remus looked as if he was gonna explode from holding in his laughter.

"Do you know him?" Hermione asked me.

"He's an old family friend."

Of course I'm not gonna tell you how since you might blow a gasket if I do.

"Our new care of magical creatures professor will be none other than Rubeus Hagrid."

Go figures our table would clap the loudest.

As Dumbledore explained how the ministry had placed dementors around the grounds in case Sirius Black showed up. Although I know my dad will probably come to Hogwarts, I doubt if he will for the reasons everyone else thinks.

We finished the feast, stuffed to the brim, and returned to the common room. After a couple games of chess, exploding snap, and gobstones our little group finally called it a night. It took me a while to fall asleep, too much on my mind, the gears of my brain wouldn't stop turning.

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"Oi! Get up Alex! Time for breakfast," Angelina called.

I moaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head. She promptly threw a pillow at me.

"Fine, I'm up. Keep your pants on."

Ugh...I hate early. Why do classes have to be so early? Ugh...

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When I made my way into the Great Hall for breakfast it was apparent that the other students had already seen the papers. I noticed several staring at me, either with fear or curiosity. I joined Fred and George as McGonagall started handing out our schedules.

Yes! Defense is today! Maybe I'll get a chance to talk to Remus after class. I hope McGonagall goes easy on us and doesn't give us too much homework on the first day. Then again, it is McGonagall.

"Looks like we've got McGonagall first up."

"Hope she goes easy on us."

"I doubt that Angie."

"I was just voicing a thought George."

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Of course, as George predicted, McGonagall assigned us an essay. Sometimes I think she does it just to annoy us. At least she let us out early.

"Hey Alex, do you have that book we were talking about?"

"Oh, sorry Ang. I left it in the room. I'll get it to you tonight though."

"OK, that's fine."

"Miss Sanchez," McGonagall called as we were leaving. "A word please."

Oh great! What'd I do now?

"Yeah Professor?"

"I take it you understand the severity of the situation regarding your father?" I nodded. "Well, then I surely don't need to remind you the costs if you were helping him. I know this is a tough subject, but I'm required to ask if you have had any contact with your father whatsoever?"

"Of course I have Professor."

Wow that look is priceless!

"I lived with him till I was three and he was arrested."

The perfect way to avoid telling a lie, cover it with truths that could easily pertain to the current question.

"Not what I meant Miss Sanchez." McGonagall had a very stern voice and a disapproving look. I couldn't help but smile every time she gave me that look.

"Can I go now Professor?"

"Very well," she sighed, waving her hand in dismissal.

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While I decided it would be best to wait till after class to confront Remus, class was certainly interesting. It was hard to call him Professor Lupin instead of Remus, and I almost slipped a couple times. Turns out he's not a half bad teacher, but he definitely adds that marauder touch to it. That's probably why the students enjoyed his class so much.

"I'll catch you guys later," I told Fred and George. They nodded and I walked over to Remus, who was stacking papers on his desk. "Hey Professor."

"I would be able to hear the sarcasm in that statement for miles."

"Touché."

He looked up and smiled. "Hello Lexi. How have you been?"

"A little confused actually," I told him as I sat my backpack in one of the chairs.

"About?"

"What you of all people are doing as a Professor." He laughed.

"Of course. Tell you what, one weekend you and I can have lunch, and you can get out all those jokes I know you're dying to say." I smiled.

He knows me too well.

"Deal," I agreed happily. "So how are you gonna handle..."

"Ah, yes. Well, Professor Snape is going to prepare the Wolfsbane Potion for me." I raised my eyebrows skeptically.

"You're trusting Snivellus with that?"

"I hope you haven't been calling him that to his face." I gave him an innocent smile. "You have though, haven't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, feigning innocence.

"Lexi..." he sighed.

"Only two or three times...a year." He shook his head, but I could see a smile tugging on his mouth.

"So I've heard you seem to be following your father's footsteps, though with your own unique style."

"What'd you expect?" He smiled.

"Nothing less. Though I am glad to see you also inherited his intelligence as well. Your grades are amazing."

"OK, who are you and what have you done with Moony?" He chuckled.

"Trust me, he's still there. I grew up though. I would appreciate it if you didn't mention that name to anyone else though."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe."

"Thank you."

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it! I should have the next chapter up soon. Hope ya liked it! Reviews are appreciated!