Remus Lupin's Daughter.

The Hogwarts Letter

|<~<FIRST PERSON, 16 JULY 1991>~>|

It was 4 o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon when an owl swooped in through the open kitchen window of the Lupin residence. I put my glass of water on the kitchen counter and made my way over to untie the letter off of the owls' leg. When I opened the envelope I screamed.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, first class, grand sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International confed. of wizards)

Dear Miss Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find eclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Dad! You might want to see this!" I called though to the other room where my dad was watching the TV. I heard his footsteps getting louder as he walks through to the kitchen until he stopped behind me. He looked over my shoulder to see what I was screaming at. I heard a soft gasp escape his lips.

"This is great, Izzy!" He exclaimed. I turned around to see him smiling but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I bet you'll love it as much as... I did." I knew I shouldn't ask about my dads Hogwarts days. All I know is that 4 of his friends died and one is locked up in Azkaban. But dad refuses to tell me anything else in case he tells me about something that got him and his friends into trouble, and i'd try it too. I wouldn't though. As long as I make my dad happy.

"When can we get my stuff?" I asked eagerly. I've been waiting for my Hogwarts acceptance letter for a while now. I really want to go because it sounds like loads of fun, according to the Weasley twins, but I don't want to leave dad on his own.

"We can go tomorrow. Let me owl them back to let them know you're going." Dad explained. I grinned at him and followed by the biggest hug. It was finally happening! Hogwarts! I do feel bad for dad though, with leaving him alone. But my dad's strong, I know he is.

"Thank you." I whispered. I broke the hug to grab my glass of water once more and walking through to the living room to watch TV. Dad joined me and flicked over to something we'd both enjoy.

|<~<4 HOURS LATER>~>|

"Night, Dad!" I call down the stairs after brushing my teeth for the night. I can hear the soft murmurs coming from the TV in the lounge, turn into arguing , and then shut off completely. I stand there confused as ever as I hear my dad walk into the kitchen. What is he doing? I thought to myself, it's not full moon tonight! "Dad?"

"Coming, darling!" Relief swept throughout me as I realised he's okay. I worry about him way too much. I quickly came to the realisation that he never really cares for himself and that I'm always his number-one-priority. That annoys me. I bet other kids love that but my dad struggles to keep himself together sometimes so I always tend to comfort him.

He suddenly appeared right in front of me, grinning. "Ready for bed, sweetheart?" He asked. I nodded but pulled a disgusted face at the name he chose. This made him chuckle behind me. "Just get in bed." I did as told as dad walked 'round my bed to close the curtains and crouch down beside me. We always do this: sit and talk at the edge of my bed for a while until we become tired.

"I've been wondering," I started. "Does it bother you that I always take care of you before I take care of myself? Because when it's the other way around it definitely bothers me." I concluded. I looked up to meet his eyes, tracing my fingers across his scars, same old. He seemed a little distant, thinking.

A smile made it's way across his lips and he gave a slow shake of the head. "I think it's sweet. Sometimes I do wish you would look after yourself the way you look after me. You look after me way too much, more than I deserve. I'm still surprised you've-"

"Dad, stop saying this. You know I love you and nothing can change that" I interrupted. A loud yawn stopped what I was about to say next. "Night, dad."

He stalked out of the room after a quick 'goodnight' and I didn't lay back down until I heard the creaking of dad's mattress; signalling he's in bed.

|<~<1 A.M>~>|

I bolt right up. That why by far the scariest dream I've had in a while. I've gotten use to having nightmares ever since I was 8 due to an event I don't feel comfortable thinking or speaking of. I hesitantly get out of bed. This is the first time I've been to dad about this for months. I could feel the tears cascading down my face but choose to ignore it.

I pull my bedroom door open and quickly dart 'round the corner into dad's room. He stirs in his sleep as I let the light fall onto his sleeping form. I shut the door behind me and make it to dad's bedside. I begun shaking him. "Dad." I whispered.

"What's wrong?" He mumbles, still not fully awake yet. He seemed to hear my sniffling and shaky breaths as he opened his eyes and brought me into a hug, rubbing my back. "It's happened again, hasn't it? Not to worry, it's in the past."

We talked about my problems for about half an hour and I went back to bed feeling more comfortable than I did when I woke up.