“What was all that about?” Henna asked, watching Sirius storm away while Lily sat back in her chair, smiling. James watched, bemused.

“Lily has been trying to get Sirius and Colleen together for years. Sirius avoids the girl like the plague, and Colleen hates his guts for it,” Remus explained.

“They are complete opposites,” James informed.

“Opposites attract,” Lily countered. James shrugged his shoulders, moving closer to Lily and taking her hand in his. “They’ll be snogging by next month. I promise you,” she announced. James looked terrified.

“What are you planning to do to them?” James asked, raising his eyebrows. Lily grinned.

“Absolutely nothing,” Lily countered.

“But...” James asked, confused.

“They don’t need me,” Lily explained.

“Shall we get moving?” Remus asked, growing bored of this banter about Sirius and Colleen. He stood up and offered his hand to Henna. She took it subconsciously, getting to her feet. Remus felt like doing cart-wheels. She had accepted his help! It was a victory, a small one, but it still counted. He noticed for the first time that she was already wearing her school outfit. She looked gorgeous. He couldn’t help but notice her hour-glass figure, held up by long, shapely legs. Her blonde hair swayed about her, causing his stomach to tighten. He had to have this girl.

Henna turned to see Remus staring at her, much in the same way Sirius had, except that Sirius had an air of jest abut him. Remus was clouded by deep, tragic sincerity. And though his outer appearance showed none of the feelings she could sense he carried, she could feel that they were there. Pain, caring, patience, but most of all, determination. She could still feel the touch of his hand on hers, her palm still tingled with it.

“Let’s go,” Henna said, breathlessly. She wanted to leave before she threw herself at him, begging him to never leave her, even if she told him the truth. Maybe she could just keep her secret forever. Remus didn’t need to find out. She pictured a marriage, and children, and herself, sneaking around, trying to hide the fact that she was a vampire from her husband. She couldn’t live like that. Remus came up to her, misreading her face.

“It’s going to be alright. No need to be so nervous,” he murmured, thinking to soothe her anxiety. Henna noted this, and put on a smile, just for him.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “Your kindness means...a lot to me,” she finally said. It was as close as she could come to explaining the roiling emotions inside her.

I don’t know what I’d do without you. You make me feel like I can do anything. I’m so glad you helped me. I love you.

She thought this fervently as she stared into his perfect brown eyes. They were full of warmth, and she longed to open her heart to him. Instead she closed her mind to everything he was. He would never get her to tell him the truth, never.

Remus smiled as he watched her face. With one blink of her eyes she wanted to tell him everything. With the next, she was ready to defy the world. He was heartened, however. His sense of excitement grew as he realized he was getting close. She was being personable to him now, and almost kind. She was being the person he knew she liked to hide from the world. Soon he would gain the truth from her. Soon.


The train station was loud and bustling. People ran hither and thither, calling out names, screeching goodbyes, and buying last-minute trinkets. Henna stared, completely over-whelmed. She hadn’t been around so many people in a long, long time. Remus smiled down at her, noticing her shock. Well, what could she expect? She had lived in an alleyway for years, you didn’t meet many people that way. And if you did, you normally wished you hadn’t.

“Where is the Hogwarts Express?” she finally asked.

“Right over this way,” Lily said, grabbing her sleeve. Henna looked around nervously, and the Marauders were close behind. People stared, and She held her luggage closer. Quickly she picked Happy up, not wanting him to be squished by passersby. Lily led them to a plain brick wall. It was between Platforms 9 and 10. Henna looked around and saw that she was the only one that found this odd. James came up to Lily and took her arm.

“Shall we?” he asked formally. And before they said another word, they walked right through the wall. Henna stared on. She had never entered her old school this way! They had simply taken a portkey, but this, this was outrageous! Before she knew it, her arms were looped around Sirius’ and Remus’.

“Just walk,” Remus instructed. She tried to step back, but before she could utter a protest, she was dragged through the wall. She was so shocked she didn’t move for quite sometime, which was fine because Remus and Sirius were too busy laughing at her reaction. Suddenly, Sirius stopped laughing abruptly.

Henna followed his gaze to a girl standing next to Lily. They were hugging and talking animatedly with each other. This could only be Colleen. She was a very petite girl. She had to be at least a head shorter than Sirius, who was glaring at her with great agitation. Her skin was tanned and flawless. She sported small-framed glasses, that covered her dancing blue eyes. Her hair was by far her best feature. It was long, stick-straight, and the color of hazelnuts. She smiled sweetly, and seemed already very reserved. All-in-all, she was a very pretty girl.

The way Sirius was staring at her, however, one would think her a disgusting bug. Just before he walked away Henna heard him muttering, “Kennedy Lang,” with a large amount of disgust.

“That’s Colleen McInnes,” Remus said unnecessarily. Henna nodded.

“I think I do see what Lily means. Sirius does seem a little smitten with her,” she agreed with a small laugh. Remus grinned too. Then he seemed to think of something.

“Do you play Quidditch?” he asked suddenly. Henna was surprised by the question, but shrugged.

“I played on my team, at my old school. But it’s been years,” she admitted. A far-away look came over her face. “I quite.”

“You quite Quidditch?” he asked, shocked. “Why?”

“I...got bored,” she lied. Remus could tell she was hiding something from him, but decided to drop it.

“So, what position did you play?” he inquired.

“Keeper,” she returned with a small bit of pride he’d never heard from her before.

“Were you any good?” he said, growing excited.


“Well, it just so happens that we’ve got two openings in our team this year, if you wanted to try out. We’re looking for a new Beater and Keeper,” he said.

“I’d never be able to get on a team. I was never very good,” she dissuaded.

“I’m on the team,” he said, trying to get her attention. This worked. But then her face dropped into a frown.

“I’d have to be in Gryffindor, though,” she argued. He shrugged, apparently not worried about this factor.

“Sirius is a Beater, and James and I are Chasers,” he encouraged. “You already know a lot of the team!”

“I’ll...think about it,” she stammered, not wanting to crush his hopes. In truth she barely remembered the rules, and playing Quidditch brought back bad memories....

“And who might this be?” a cold, slick voice said from behind them, cutting into their conversation. “I didn’t know you had a sister, Lupin.” Remus spun around with great ferocity. Henna turned to, though not with as much vigor. She saw a tall, lanky boy her age. He had a large, hook-nose, and greasy black hair. He reminded her very much of a spider. He was looking her over in a way that she didn’t like at all.

“She’s not my sister,” Remus spat, putting a possessive hand around her waist. Henna was surprised by the bold move, but didn’t say anything. She actually enjoyed the show of affection. The boy frowned, taking a step closer.

“Then who is she?” he hissed. It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t directed at Remus. Henna took a daring step forward, matching his disgusting behavior with some of her own. She gave him an exaggerated repeat of the look-over he had given her. She ran her eyes over his entire body, then ended with a look of disgust. She snorted.

“Henna Davis,” she said, as though she didn’t think him worthy of her time. That, at least, was the truth. Inside she was very nervous. She didn’t like this boy at all, and hoped he wasn’t in Gryffindor. “And you?”

“Severus Snape,” he supplied, holding his hand out to shake it. Henna didn’t want to take it, but also didn’t want to come off as scared. Nobody should ever think her scared. She was strong, and wasn’t afraid of anything. Snape’s eyebrows came up in surprise as she shook his hand. Remus was bristling behind her.

“Are you new here?” he whispered, giving Henna a suggestive look. She snatched her hand back and went to stand back with Remus. Remus was pleased with her moving back to him, and watched as she nodded her answer. “Seventh Year?” he inquired further.

She nodded again.

“Know what House you want to be in?” he inquired then, smiling.

“I feel sure I’ll be in Gryffindor,” she returned proudly. She watched his face go from snobbishly sure of himself, to disgusted. Remus put his arm around her shoulders to show his support.

“I see you’ve been hanging around filth like him for too long,” he said, nodding to Remus. Remus was about to give Snape a good curse, but Henna stepped forward.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” she yelled vehemently. Henna stood in shock for a moment. She didn’t know what had prompted her to say that with such fervor, all she knew was that she had never been so mad at somebody she’d just met. Nobody talked about Remus that way! Nobody!

Remus simply stared in wondering paradise. If Snape hadn’t been standing there, he felt sure he would have taken her in his arms and kissed her senseless. Snape looked also very surprised, almost impressed. He hadn’t expected her to defy him. He quickly dawned a sneer.

“You’ve made an enemy, girl,” he informed. Then he lowered his voice. “You’d better hope I never catch you alone,” he hissed. He turned to leave, but was stopped as a hand grabbed the front of his robes. He was dragged forward, and was soon face-to-face with a furious Remus.

“And you’d better not touch her, unless you’re willing to deal with a full-fledged werewolf,” he growled, whispering the last part so that only Snape could hear. Only last year, Snape had discovered exactly where Remus went every full-moon. He glared, but offered no more threats. Henna was leaning closer, trying to hear what Remus had said. Whatever it had been, it had certainly made Snape’s already pale face grow paler. Her heart fluttered, and she felt an odd sensation around her midriff. Remus was her downfall, she needed to get away from him. But as he turned his face to hers, ready to defy the world, if only because she wished it, she knew there was no way out now. He had made her...care.

“Fine,” Snape jerked out, throwing Remus’ hands off himself. “I’ll see you in Slytherin,” he said with a sharp nod at Henna, causing fear to grab hold of her.

“I’ll see you in Hell,” Remus retorted. His insides burned with fury. Remus would die before he let Snivelly put a hand on his girl. He smiled at his fanciful thoughts. His girl. A whistle cut through the air, right on cue, and Henna jumped. “Come on,” Remus said, still pre-occupied. He was thinking of the different ways he could murder Snape. None seemed adequate. Maybe torture, then death, he considered. No, too lenient. Perhaps death, and then torture? Either way, that slime-ball better not ever talk to Henna that way again.

“Uh-oh,” Henna said, pulling Remus back to earth. He saw two people arguing heatedly, and another watching with immense pleasure.

“Well, maybe if you wouldn’t always act like I’m a freak, every time I pass you in the hallway,” Colleen was saying, “you might know that I am perfectly capable of thinking for myself.”

“Yeah, but Lang?! He’s a total jerk!” Sirius was yelling. “I’ll bet nobody’s ever kissed you, have they. And I mean really kissed you,” he said cruelly. Colleen blushed her answer.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she said. “I’d rather that than be willing to kiss anything that moves!”

“I don’t kiss anything that-”

“You kissed Professor Taudy!” she pointed out tauntingly. Sirius’ eyes widened.

“How did you know that?!” he hissed, his hands flexing angrily, as though he’d like nothing better than to strangle her.

“You two weren’t the only ones in section ‘B’ of the library,” she said triumphantly. Sirius was at a loss for words.

She came onto me,” he defended. Colleen shrugged, and then muttered something under her breath. Sirius heard it; “Anything that moves.”

“Look, I didn’t come here to fight,” he said grudgingly. Colleen raised a brow. “I just wanted to, persuade you to rethink your answer to Lang.”

“Why, do you have somebody else in mind?” she prodded hopefully.

“No,” he said bluntly. Colleen looked as though the world had fallen over her head and cracked like a plate.

“Then there aren’t any good reasons for me to say ‘no,’” she huffed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a snogging session with Lang in about five minutes.” Sirius looked like he might have a heart-attack. Lily looked like she had just found paradise. She was grinning like a cat.

“Lily’s right, I think,” Remus suggested. “But I’m going to say hello to Peter, is that alright?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Henna responded.

“Henna!” Lily squealed, as soon as she had come into her sights. “Oh, you must meet each other. Colleen, this is Henna Davis. Henna, this is Colleen McInnes.”

“Hey,” Colleen said cheerfully, though she kept glaring over at Sirius and the rest of the Marauders. Henna nodded her greeting, staying on her guard.

“She’s a good friend of mine, I trust her,” Lily said, noticing how Henna had put up her defenses. Henna nodded, but still needed time to adjust.

“I see you’re getting along with James quite well now,” Colleen commented to Lily, remembering how the two used to fight all the time. Lily smiled lovingly.

“Quite well,” she agreed. Colleen laughed. Her voice was thick and cultured. She definitely had a hint of an Irish accent.

“So where did you go to school at, before here?” she inquired. Henna answered her, and before long the three girls were chatting like old friends. Even Henna began to grow comfortable. Though she kept throwing glances over at Remus. God, he was wonderful. A godsend. Her savior. She smiled as he looked over at her, and they caught each other’s eye. Things were going to work out, she told herself. Everything was going to be just fine. As long as Remus was there, she would always be safe. He was her guardian angel.

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