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The Dragon Seeker	By : LuckySnape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: If J.K. Had thought up a character like Lucky, she would have put her in the first five books. So I guess this means that I don�t own them. I barely own a DVD player and a copy of the first two movies. Try and take them and I will cut off your hand and feed it to my boyfriend�s turtle. Who just happens to be named Mad Eye Moody. And is vicious, and hisses. A lot.

Rating: NC-17, for violence, language and sex. Please read responsibly.

Authors notes. Oooohhh�. many, many thanks to Joy, who seemed to like my character so much that she just couldn�t wait for me to finish it, and begged to Beta it, just so she could read the main story first. Cheeky little chit. Hmm� my kinda lady. Cool beans.

First off: I do not advocate teenaged smoking. Lucky just seemed to scream it though, and as I am a smoker, it seemed to work.

Second: I DO NOT ADVOCATE VIOLENCE PERPETRATED ON CHILDREN WHAT SO EVER. But every good heroine needs something big to get over, and again, Lucky just screamed this.

Thirdly: *sniff* not not live in either Los Angeles or England. I live in the furthest corner of the northern continental United States of America. It rains. A lot. And the only thing I have to do most days is write. As such, if there are any mistakes pertaining to these areas, that�s why, and I beg your forgiveness before hand.

Chapter five: Remus� house

Remus walked into the house that he was currently living it, a spring in his step that hadn�t been there since Serita died eight years before. Ana was at Hogwarts, where he had hoped to find her when he taught there three years before. He could still taste the bitter moment when he had looked over the student rosters, eagerly looking for the familiar name, and the second that he realized that Baxter had won. His little girl had not been allowed to attend Hogwarts.

Sirius was grumbling like an old aunt about the state of some of his robes when he entered the living room. For a moment, Remus toyed with the idea of taking a picture, if only for blackmail purposes. The Marauder was sitting on a footstool, a pin cushion on his wrist, and pins in his mouth. His hair, cut to a more respectable length a year before, was mussed, and Remus could see bits of string and fabric caught in those mussed strands.

Smiling, he walked over to his friend, sitting down on the couch, leaning back. "You know, there is an easier way to do that. Maybe you�ve heard of it? It�s called magic."

Sirius glared at him. He had lost the skin and bones look a while ago, and was just now returning to his handsome state. "You are sooo not funny. What are you cheerful about anyway? There�s a full moon tonight."

Remus stood up. "Do you want some tea? I could use a spot."

Sirius was not about to let it go. "Something happened in Diagon Alley, didn�t it?"

His back turned to Sirius, Remus grinned. Filling the tea kettle with water, he put it on the stove, lighting the burner, before turning around. "Who is the one person you have always said that you could wish you could meet? The one person you didn�t even know existed until I told you her mother was dead?"

Sirius� gaze turned sharp. "Rita�s daughter?" At Remus� nod he shook his head. "I thought you said that she didn�t attend Hogwarts. What was she doing in Diagon Alley?"

Remus checked the water. Seeing the bubbles starting to form on the bottom, he added the tea leaves. "The school she has beenendiending has been declared unsafe. So they are sending groups of students to the different schools around the world. Her group was sent to Hogwarts. She is there right now, under Dumbledore�s watchful gaze. And she wants to see me on her Hogsmeade days." He looked at Sirius, his face wistful, "God, Padfoot, she has grown to be a beautiful woman. She has her mother�s features, even her voice, but her hair and eyes are her father�s. But whatever Baxter did to her, it has killed something in her. There is something broken in my little girl."

Sirius�s head popped up. "Your little girl? She is my niece! My little girl."

Remus didn�t know how to explain it to How How could you explain that no matter who sired her, he had always felt like a father to the girl, something he knew she felt too. Looking at her today, his little Ana, had awoken something in him he had thought dead after all this time. A stirring within his heart, and a fire in his soul. Part of him wanted to go, right now, to LA, find Baxter Montgomery, and rip his throat out for touching Ana. But the other part, the stronger part, wanted to just hold her close, and protect her from the barbs of the world.

He pondered that for a moment, the shrill whistle of the kettle bringing his attention back to reality. Pouring two cups of tea, he added sugar to his, leaving Sirius�s to be handled on his own. Walking out of the kitchen, he wandered into the study area. The old scarred desk sat at an angle to the window, a rescued prisoner from a trash heap. Sitting down, he ran his hands on the scars, before bending down and opening the bottom drawer.

Pulling out an old scrap book, he opened the cover, the leather creaking with age. One of the few thinhat hat he had always carried with him, even when on the run, the scrapbook held the pictures of friends and family, long dead or scattered on the winds. Flipping through it, he relived his school years, the pictures of James, Peter, Sirius and himself waving back at him. Occasionally there was a picture of Serita and Lily. He reached the pages that held his memories of when he was hiding in LA.

He had run there, England sick of him, to hide and lick his wounds. He had not heard from Rita in almost three years, and he had long since given up hope of ever seeing her again. The weight of being the last remaining Marauder weighed heavily on his shoulders, as he walked through an American version of Diagon Alley.

He had turned a corner, intent on going into the bookshop, when he heard a very familiar voice cry, "No, Ana, don�t touch that!"

He turned, just in time to see a raven haired two year old pull a display down at her mother�s feet. The proprietor of the shop ran out, chuckling, to help the poor woman clean up heughtughter�s mess.

Walking quickly to her side, he bent down to help the shop owner. He heard the sharp intake of breath that the woman gave as recognition set in. After accepting the shop owner�s thanks, he stood up, smiling as he met the amber gaze of Serita Black.

The little girl she was holding turned to him and smiled, her silvery blue eyes alight with joy. There was no reserve in the child�s gaze. Just unblemished trust, trust that she was to be adored and loved.

Her mother was another story. Her eyes were reserved and shuttered, hiding a pain that he could only guess at. Was it James� and Lily�s deaths, or Sirius� betrayal that caused the shattering of this wild spirit? For though the Marauder�s had never made her a member, she had been with them every step of the way, helping them pull off their pranks, and keeping their secrets when they were caught. It was Rita who had gotten them the passwords for the Slytherin dorms, so that they could make life mible ble for Snape and Malfoy.

Even now, Remus would chuckle at the sight of Lucius� blond hair a vivid pink, the result of dye in his shampoo.

They talked, there in the shopping area, before she invited him to come back with her to her house. They continued to catch up over the course of the night, the little one in bed, and with the coming of the dawn, there fell a sad silence.

They had come to realize what most survivors do. That, to continue their survival, they had to stick together. And so, Rita invited s tos to join them in her new life in LA, atst ust until he was able to pursue his next line of work.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before he was aware of it, Katriana, called Ana by her mother, was calling him Uncle Moony. He fit in well at the house, taking care of Ana during the day when her mother was off at work, as a secretary for an up and coming lawyer named Baxter Montgomery.

Remus eventually returned to England, having been sworn into secrecy about who Ana�s father was, but he always returned to LA, to his family.

The years passed swiftly for him. He walked Rita down the aisle when she married her boss, and held Ana�s hand on her first day to school, at a fine private school that most Wizards put their children into.

And he held her hand again when her mother was put into the earth.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Remus was not surprised to feel the mist of tears in his eyes. But at the same time, he was overjoyed.

Ana was where she was supposed to be, and he was now, again, able to be there for her when she needed him the most. And she was going to need him. Especially when her father got his first glimpse of her.

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