The Other Marauder

Prologue

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Selene stood over the graves of her friends in Godric's Hollow, mourning their loss. Voldemort had mercilessly killed them, but their son had killed him. How? No one knows. The boy was only one year old, and defeated the most powerful wizard ever. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived.

It was cold. The snow was falling lightly. It would have been a beautiful day if they weren't mourning their closest friends. Only two of them were left of five.

Remus Lupin, her best friend, stood next to her, his head down, looking at the snow covered ground. Sirius Black should be here, but having been accused of killing 12 muggles and Peter Pettigrew, he was now in Azkaban, awaiting his trial.

Selene was sure that he didn't do it. There was no way. But she had no proof. Even Remus seemed to think that he did this unspeakable thing. But Selene knew better.

"Selene?" Remus grabbed her hand, and instantly pulled away. No doubt shocked by how cold her skin was.

Looking up, Selene saw that the funeral was over. Everyone was walking away, holding on to their loved ones. Selene had none.

"Yes, Remus?" She asked, her emerald green eyes meeting his golden ones.

Selene had often been described as standoff-ish. She naturally had an unapproachable air. Her porcelain skin was so white that you could see the blue veins running along her neck and wrists, along with the way she held herself like a queen and dressed like a goddess made people think twice about going near her. She intimidated people. And if anyone did get near her, they would leave soon enough after finding that her body gave off almost no heat at all. She was lucky to have had the friends that she did.

"Did you want to go to the Leaky Cauldron?" He asked, wiping his eyes. She had never seen him cry. Even after the full moons.

"Why not? I could use a drink, as I am sure you could too." She responded in a cool voice. Often her voice was described as seductive. A voice used to draw in one's prey.

Remus offered his friend his arm, starting slightly when he felt her icy fingers through his coat sleeve. He knew all about her, but it was always a shock to get touched by someone so cold.

He led her from the cemetery, her skirts swirling around their ankles. He always found it amusing that she wore such outdated dresses, yet making them look fashionable.

They made it a ways down the road before he disapparated them to the Leaky Cauldron. They walked in to the establishment and sat at a table. He watched as Selene lifted her hands to her black hat. There was a veil hanging down around her face and she had her hair up. A stranger would have no idea what she looked like. But Remus did, for he had spent years studying across the table from her at Hogwarts.

When she pulled her hat off, placing it on the table, she revealed a face as white as freshly fallen snow - and with a face this white, you could see the veins in her eyelids. Outlining her face were two tendrils of beautiful auburn hair, the rest being pulled back into an elegant bun at the base of her neck. Her eyebrows and lashes were as dark as the darkest night. She was looking down at her fingers now, but her companion knew that her eyes were the brightest of greens, almost seeming to be illuminated from within.

Her nose was slender, belonging to that of a french aristocrat. Her cheek bones were very pronounced, but not so to make the bottom half of her face seem sunken in. Her lips, drawn tight now, were full and bright red. Remus hadn't seen her mouth turned up in laughter in what seemed like ages, when it was only a few days.

Her jaw was very well shaped, her neck pronounced and thin, sickly looking because of the blue veins running the length of it. Her breasts were pushed up, and were two white mounds encased in black fabric.

A waiter came up and quickly asked for their orders. Remus simply ordered a butterbeer, while Selene ordered a glass of red wine.

After the waiter had gone, Remus spoke up. "You know, red wine stains your teeth." He smiled.

"You know it doesn't work that way." She smiled at him, showing straight, pearly white teeth through her blood red lips. Her k-9's were slightly elongated, but not so much that it looked off.

They sat quietly, neither of them having much to say. The waiter brought them their drinks and scrambled away, having accidentally touched Selene's hand. She brought her glass to her lips and took a sip. When she pulled it away, Remus noted that there was no lipstick mark left behind. She was never one much for makeup.

"I have to go." She said suddenly, looking up at Remus with wide eyes.

"What do you mean? We just got here?" Remus asked, confused. She could have just said that she didn't want to come to the Leaky Cauldron.

"No, I mean that I have to go away. Leave the Wizarding World." She replied, her green orbs glimmering.

"Why?" He asks. He knew things were bad. But bad enough to run away?

"The Death Eaters. I am the only of my kind who isn't devoted to Voldemort. I will not become a Death Eater. But I am afraid of what they will do if I keep resisting. They come to me almost daily now." She responds. "At least I can get away and have a life in the Muggle world." She takes another sip of wine.

"So, you're just going to leave?" He asks.

"Yes. I am going to try to keep an eye on Harry, too. Dumbledore has told me where he was sent. It is in the strictest confidence, so I can not tell you." She said, looking at her hands, which were clasped together on the table. "But you can't tell anyone about me, Remus. I need to start fresh, and I don't want anyone remembering or learning that I exist."

She reached up behind her neck and undid her necklace. Handing it to him, she said, "I'd like you to have this. That way, if you don't see me again, you will have something to remember me by. You can even tell your future children about me. If they can be trusted with such a secret, of course." She smiled weakly.

She quickly finished off her wine and reached for her hat. She placed the hat on her head and stuck a hat pin through it to hold it in place. The veil hung over her face, hiding it from view. She stood with grace and confidence.

"I am glad to have made such a good friend as yourself. I will be back when things get bad. And I assure you, they will." Her veil moved slightly as she talked.

"Good luck. I will miss you." He smiled at her. She nodded and then walked away. Remus gazed after her, watching the last of his friends walk out of his life.

He looked at the necklace, it was a white gold chain with a large tear shaped ruby pendant hanging from it. He smiled slightly at it, then slipped it into his pocket.