A/N: Snape knows a lot more than he's letting on.

I swear, this year's going by in like two, three chapters. Hm.

The Scribe's Resurrection
Part Four: Chapter Twenty-Six

Hogwarts, Start of Term 1993

"Hermione, you can't tell anyone about this." Selena unwrapped the package that had come from Level Nine that day. "Time travel is very, very secret. You mustn't let anyone else use this." Selena pulled out the Time Turner.

"I promise I won't let anyone use it, I won't lose it, I won't allow anyone to steal it."

"I know you won't."

"She is to fill out a time log of everywhere she's been," said Professor McGonagall. "And submit it to me every week."

"Good." Selena cleared out her throat as she placed the Time Turner around the young woman's neck. "Now, Hermione. Time is a very strange thing. But you must not interfere, do you hear me? If you know something bad is going to happen to a friend, you mustn't go back in time to fix it. You could get terrible consequences. And of course, you must not be seen. The sands of time are within your very hand, Hermione Granger. I had to do a lot to get you clearance on this object."

Hermione held the pendant in her palm as Professor McGonagall went over her classes with her. Selena and the very quiet Albus Dumbledore walked out of the office.

"I have no doubt that she will need that Time Turner for more than classes."

"Albus, you have a very, very deep mind."

"Everything is done for a reason."

"Hopefully."

She'd been getting funny looks, Alrescha had. Now she wished that the Daily Prophet hadn't said her name in the article on Sirius Black. Alrescha was getting sneers. She had half a mind to hex them all, but then she remembered what her mother had said, and she'd swallow the thoughts back. But when Professor McGonagall started edging away from her, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Professor?" She waited until the end of class, watching everyone leave.

"You should get along to your other classes, Miss Riviera." Alrescha narrowed her eyes.

"I just wanted to say that I don't appreciate you frowning at me all the time. It's bad enough that I've lost half my friends." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, ready to protest. "Don't say anything. Never mind, Professor. I don't need you lecturing me, too."

Alrescha left the Transfiguration classroom in a huff, half surprised with herself that she'd allowed her frustration to talk to Professor McGonagall. She sighed, turning the corner. An overwhelming urge to talk to her mother overcame her; Alrescha began to climb the stairs to the seventh floor. Once there, she pushed open the door to the Spellmaking classroom. It was vacant except for a very thin woman with long, wavy dark hair.

"Mumm," Alrescha whined.

"Alreschaaa," Selena whined back.

"I am so glad I didn't take Divination. Whole thing's a crock, I tell you. Hermione's told me all about it."

"She still talking to you?" Selena dipped her quill in ink, checking mistakes on an essay.

"Well, not entirely." Alrescha sighed. "She and Ron aren't. Harry tried to, but then Ron told him what he read in the Prophet."

"He didn't read it himself?"

"I guess not."

"How wonderful it'll be when he finds out Sirius is his godfather."

"Mhm."

"How's class going?"

"Fine."

"Teachers treating you well?"

"Not as well as before."

"Of course."

"I can't wait to go to class with Uncle Remus."

"Professor Lupin," Selena corrected. She gave a faint smile, remembering that Peter had once said Remus should be Dark Arts professor.

"Whatever."

"How's Ron's rat doing?"

"Fine, I guess. Why?"

"Nothing."

"I wonder when Quidditch practice'll be." Alrescha was alluding to the fact that she was a reserve player. Wood couldn't decide what position he wanted her to play- she played all of them equally well. So, he kept her on as the Gryffindor team's "last ace in the hole."

"Remus, if you're gonna be this way, I swear to God, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Remus rolled his eyes, opening the cupboard. "Here we go!" He pulled it right open. An hourglass came out.

"Riddikulus," Selena murmured, staring at the form the boggart had taken. It was pushed back into the wardrobe, and Remus closed the door on it.

"What'd you do that for?" Selena asked. "Pulling a boggart out of nowhere…"

"I wanted to make sure it was a boggart. And what was that? An hourglass?"

"Yes." Before he could ask, Selena spoke again. "Alrescha's looking forward to your lesson."

"I don't think I'll disappoint." Selena smiled.

"But really, Remus. Truce? I mean, we're going to have to work together, and you're still my best-"

"Truce, then. But I'm not forgiving Sirius." He cleared his throat.

--

"I'm not asking you to."

"Excuse me, Severus?" Selena knocked on the open door to Snape's office.

"Do you need something?"

"I do. We're starting the destruction unit next week, and I needed a series of healing potions. Broad spectrum." No one could tell what would happen in the Spellmaking classroom.

"Of course. I forgot it was that time of the year."

"And I wanted to say thank you." Selena paused. "For deciding to make that potion for Remus every month."

"Not my idea. It was the Headmaster's."

"I know. But still, I-"

"The potions will be ready by Sunday evening." Sensing a dismissal, Selena left to go back upstairs, wishing that she'd sent him a paper airplane note about it instead. The stairs looked so intimidating.

Halloween, 1993

"I haven't done anything, Albus." The Fat Lady was scared out of her mind; Sirius Black had visited Hogwarts.

"I know, Selena. But once the Ministry of Magic hears of this, do not be surprised if you get a request for your banishment from the school."

"Right."

"And even requests from teachers and parents."

"I've already had those," Selena confessed. "Death threats and the like. Albus, I've already told you what's going on-"

"There is no proof," Dumbledore sighed. "No proof of Sirius' innocence."

"That's a load of bull," mumbled Selena.

"Selena."

"I have to go."

---

Out of the large picture window, Selena saw the full moon rise. She gulped as she moved swiftly down the stairs. Remus' bedroom and office were locked. She took her hair stick from her black locks and dragged the tip across the perimeter of the door. The lock clicked open, and so did the heavy oak door.

Selena closed everything back. Once she did, her body began to lose form, changing into that of a wolf. A small bark escaped from her lips as she traversed the rooms. She found what she was looking for; Remus was tightly balled up under his desk.

Remus?

Selena? Why did you-?

Oh, shut up. She sat watching him, face on her front paws.

December 20, 1993

"What's wrong with Harry?" Alrescha asked Ron, watching The-Boy-Who-Lived silently sulk up to his dormitory.

"Like you don't know," Ron hissed.

"No. I don't." Frowning, Alrescha immediately got defensive.

"Ron-"

"No!"

"Ron, lower your voice," Hermione whispered desperately.

"Your, your father betrayed his own best friends! Harry's mum and dad!" Alrescha pursed her lips. It was no use trying to persuade them. Besides, now she felt crummy. Ron'd said that Sirius Black was her father. Something about the way he said it.

"Hermione." Alrescha looked to her roommate for support. She found none in Hermione's eyes.

"You probably helped him into the castle!" Ron continued. "You and your wretched mother! Your mum's a professor! She probably knows all the-" Alrescha pulled back her arm, fist ready. Someone caught her before she could whack the Weasley into next week.

"Oi, what's going on?!" Fred's voice. She knew it was him.

"What'd you say, Ron?" George. He was the one holding her back.

"Her mum probably knows all the ins and outs of this castle! She's been HELPING BLACK GET IN ALL ALONG! YOUR MUM'S NOTHING BUT A LYING-"

"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY MUM LIKE THAT, RON," Alrescha roared. "LET ME GO." George released the thrashing girl from his arms.

"Alrescha-"

"No! All this year I've endured all this rubbish, and none of you have even asked me anything about it! My dad's been in Azkaban almost all my life! My mum's been crying since the day the Ministry took him away! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU STUPID PEOPLE TRYING TO ACCUSE MY FAMILY OF SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT!" Alrescha grabbed her bag off the table and marched angrily away and out the portrait hole, tears blinding her vision.

"Ron, why can't you leave her alone?" Fred asked quietly. "She hasn't done anything."

"Oh, you'll take her side? Her family's a bunch of murderers! I'll bet her mum's all sown up in the Dark Arts- that's why she's so good at Spellmaking."

"Ron, Dumbledore lets them both stay."

"He's making a big mistake!"

"Shut up," George spat. "Alrescha's right. None of us know anything about it. Sure, her dad could be a coldhearted killer, but she's been upset ever since term started. C'mon, it's December. Just drop it already." George hated to see one of his best friends like this. It crossed his mind to go after her, but he thought it'd be better if she talked to her mother.

Late Night, February 5, 1994

Something was wrong.

Selena hovered through sleep, half-awake. Her eyes hazily traveled over the shapes in her room. She could barely make out curtains blowing in the wind of the open window.

Open window? Selena jolted upwards, still hazy. That shouldn't be open. It was forty degrees outside- she'd never, ever open the window. Selena stopped a moment to fend off the bloodrush from moving too suddenly. Then, she reached for her wand. It was not lying beside her. All of her sleepiness fled from her. Her eyes narrowed.

"Peter Pettigrew, show yourself."

"Oh, Selena," she heard a mumble from her left. "Did I wake you?" She turned to find her wand pointing to her head.

"Oh, Peter. Or should I say Scabbers."

"Very good."

"Sirius knows it too." Pettigrew's hand trembled a bit. "Did I hit a nerve?"

"Don't taunt me!" He regained his composure. "I hold the wand."

"I don't need a wand for magic, Peter. I never have."

"Please," he scoffed.

"Give me my wand back, or else I will have to hurt you." At this, he gulped, but he did not let go of the wand. Selena sighed. A bright flash of light, and a sharp crack. Suddenly, Pettigrew was supine on the floor, and Selena was above him, brandishing her wand.

"Don't kill me!" He squirmed. "Please."

"I won't," she snarled. "You're a rat, Peter, not a man. Get out."

Peter Pettigrew morphed into his rodent self and scurried out.

"Mum?" Alrescha called, stepping into the room. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she replied. "Just Peeves."

Alrescha raised her eyebrows. "Okay. Dad almost attacked Ron, by the way."

"What?"

"Up in the Common Room. Neville wrote down all the passwords and Dad got in that way."

"Oh, is that why you're fully dressed?"

"We were partying."

"Hm. How's Ron?"

"Fine. McGonagall told me to get you. The staff's doing a full search of the premises." Selena snorted, thinking of all the passageways on the Marauders' Map.

"They will not find him."

"Nope." Nevertheless, Selena put on her dressing gown and went out to help the other professors.

Noon, February 13, 1994

"Selena? Are you too busy? Could I have a word with you?"

"Sure, Remus." Selena was in her classroom, as always. At this moment, she was examining some of the Weasley twins' work. She'd never seen two underage wizards as intelligent as them. Actually, in two hours, they were coming in for help, even though they wouldn't have her class until next year. Selena only taught sixth and seventh years. She was actually thinking of asking Dumbledore to extend that.

"Did you know that the Map was in Harry's possession?"

"Yep," she replied without looking up.

"And you didn't do anything about it?"

"The Weasley twins nicked that in their first year, Remus." She flashed him a look. "They showed Alrescha, Alrescha told me."

"Harry was in Hogsmeade. With the use of this."

"Mhm."

"Selena-" She put her papers down.

"Remus, we're dangerously close to breaking our truce. You took it from him, Harry's fine. No harm done."

"He can't wander around."

"Wood's probably working him like a dog for Quidditch anyway. Alrescha's a reserve and she comes in at midnight."

"If you say so." Remus smiled. "Severus was very angry when he got this. I think it insulted him. He was going on about how Harry got it directly from the manufacturers."

"Haha, James always said he wanted to give it to his children." Selena leaned towards him. "What did it tell him?"

"Dunno." He laid the map on the podium and jabbed it with his wand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

"You know… I find it extremely hilarious that the Weasley twins found out what the words were," Selena said, fondly looking upon the map.

"So do I."

"Mum!" Alrescha stepped into the classroom. "Oh, hi, Uncle- er, Professor Lupin."

"Hi, Alrescha," the two friends said.

"Buckbeak's going to be executed. Isn't that just awful? Malfoy's a right git for that."

"He'll be saved," Selena declared.

"You sure about that, Mum?"

"Quite."

"But anyway, I just wanted you to know. Okay, bye, I've got to get back to my room."

"Bye."

"See you."

Exam Week, 1994

"You should take a break."

"Can't, Mum. So much to do. So little time."

"You should still take a break. Eat something. Ride your broom." Alrescha sighed.

"You're right." She stood up. "Mum, do you feel… a little weird?"

"Like something might happen tonight?" Other than Buckbeak's execution?

"Mhm."

"Most definitely." Selena glanced at the calendar. It was the full moon.

---

Later that evening, Selena was in the infirmary. She had been poised looking out the window ever since Alrescha had said she felt strange. She'd seen people going to the Whomping Willow. And Remus had gone down there, now seeing that name- Peter Pettigrew- on the Marauders' Map. It was like before. It was like the old days, when Selena would wait up for them as long as she could in the boys' dormitory. And she was wearing her silver shoes.

She remembered the conversation they'd had.

"LOOK!" Remus had rushed in the room. "Peter. Peter Pettigrew!" He had kept jabbing his finger at the parchment. It was the area around the Whomping Willow.

"Yes."

"Did you know that he was alive?"

"Yes. Ever since Sirius saw that picture of the Weasleys in the Daily Prophet with their pet rat on Ron's shoulder, he's been dead set on killing him." Selena sighed heavily, looking Remus in the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'll, I'll be back. I'll bring him back to you, Selena."

"I'd like that very much." And with that, Remus had stumbled out of the classroom and shut the door, taking the Marauders' Map with him.

Severus Snape- Selena saw him running down to the Whomping Willow. A rush of fury went through her, but then she realized. Snape equaled Potions. The Wolfsbane Potion equaled werewolf. And Remus was a werewolf. If Snape was down there, then he wasn't adding the belladonna right now.

"Remus."

Ending Note:

Okay, I am so so so so sorry for not updating when I should have. Life is getting the better of me. And also, I may have skipped a few things in this chapter. Although this is a big year for Sirius, which means a big year for Selena, she's quite inactive. She'll do more in the next chapter. I promise. And I promise- I pinkie promise- that updates are gonna be sooner. I just had to read the story over again, watch some Marauder fanvids and get back in the game, lol.