Lupin's cub (Remus Lupin's Unknown daughter)

Dog in the castle

It was the first hogsmead trip, the old castle sat quieter than usual with many of its students running about the little village nearby. Caelen, who had been drawing silently at a desk, walked over to her father boredom and curiosity getting the better of her. "Whatcha doin?"

Remus glanced up smiling at his small daughter, "Preparing my next lesson."

"What's it about?" The girl questioned standing on her tip toes in an attempt to see the book.

Remus chuckled lightly lifting the girl into his lap. "Redcaps someday when you're older and have your own wand I'll teach you." He promised the girl kissing her hair.

The pair looked up together as a knock sounded on the door. A messy black haired boy stood in the doorway, "excuse me professor do you have a moment?" Harry questioned walking towards Lupin's desk.

"Harry my boy," the defense professor greeted cheerfully, "what can I do for you?"

Harry eyed his professor hesitantly, "I was wondering, that is, the boggart... Why didn't you let me try?"

"I would have thought that was obvious," Remus began setting Caelen down and sending her back to her artwork, "I assumed your greatest fear would be Voldemort and wanted to avoid scaring the class."

Harry stared at him understanding crossing his face, "I thought of him at first but then thought of the dementors."

"That's very wise Harry", Lupin responded, "that suggests that what you fear most is fear itself."

"Professor, with the dementors, on the train I heard a woman screaming..." The boy began a questioning tone in his voice, "I think it was my mother, when Voldemort killed her."

Remus sighed sadly glancing over at his young daughter, "you have an especially strong reaction to the dementors Harry because you have known true trauma. The dementors play on your worst memory they feed off of the negative."

"So it was her, my mother screaming?"

"I knew your mother Harry," Remus told the boy quietly, walking over to peer out a nearby window, "she was a friend to me when I had none, I knew you immediately, not from your scar, you have your mother's eyes, Lilly's eyes. James possessed a propensity for mischief, one I hear he's passed on to you, you're more like them than you know Harry."

Harry smiled slightly enjoying hearing about his parent's from their old friend, "thank you professor," the boy responded before disappearing out of the door.

Remus continued to stare out the window saddened for the loss of his friends and the hole that had left in their child. A small hand appeared on his arm and gave a tiny comforting squeeze, "you sad?" Caelen asked him quietly.

The man lifted his daughter kissing her hands and forcing a smile on his scarred face, "yes, but I'm happy to have you little cub."

Caelen cuddled into her father's neck wrapping her thin arms around him tightly, "do you, do you think everyone is like their parents?"

"No," the professor replied on a sigh knowing immediately why she'd wonder, "not everyone is like their parents. We all choose who we become Caelen, circumstances may shape us but we always have a choice in how we react to those things. You're nothing like her, you're kind and thoughtful and smart, you could never be like Gena."

"You think, maybe, I just got everything from you?" The girl asked hopefully.

Remus smiled kissing her head, "I think maybe." He agreed laughing. "Well I'm hungry, you hungry? Come on let's go to dinner."

The little girl skipped along happily swinging her father's arm between them. She didn't hesitate at the stairs simply tightened her grasp on Remus' hand. Plopping down into her place between her father and the potions master as usual she smiled broadly, "hello professor Snape!" She called cheerfully to the grumpy professor.