Hi y'all! I've lost count, so this is another Fan-Fic! NOTHING except my character belongs to me! It all belongs to the Great J.K. Rowling.

-Fanfare-



My name is Apple. Yes, Apple. Don't laugh! I didn't choose it! If you really want to be specific, my full name is Apple Dakota Sirius Remus Romulus Lupin. Bit of a mouthful really. I'm a rather odd girl, in many ways. One thing, I hate the Summer Holidays. Absolutely loath them. Second thing, I'm a witch. Not in the Hocus Pocus, Abracadabra way. Good grief, that's the fairy-tail way. Third, I hate my family. Hate my mum, Dakota, hate my dad, Romulus, hate my pain-in-the-butt-sneaky-simpering sister, Jane, who is in the same year as me. Never met my Uncle actually, Remus, so I can't actually judge him. Can't stand the lot of them, with their perfect, strict way of life. And fourth and finally, I'm a metamorphmagus. I often dress like a muggle, with neon hair to annoy the living daylight of my parents. That's my life... if you could call it that. Let's get on shall we?

'Go away.' I shot at my sister as we boarded the train.
'No way. I want to hang out with Harry Potter!' Jane said.
'Not a chance, shove off!' I retorted.
'Fine then, Freak!' she called, flouncing off.
'And proud of it!' I yelled.
I eventually found the compartment where Harry sat.
'You okay mate?' I asked sitting next to him.
'Not really.' he said.
'Is it to do with Sirius Black?' I asked in an undertone.
'Yeah.' he muttered.
I looked out the window, watching the rain pour down. It matched my mood. A few hours, a familiar person appeared at the door.
'Oh lord, Buzz off Jane!' I shouted.
Jane's green eyes gleamed.
'No! I want to hang out with Harry potter!' she cried.
'Can't you take a hint?' I asked, with a flick of my hand.
She flew back and the door shut. It went cold. The door opened, and Jane shot in and into my arms.
'I saw something moving out there!' she cried.
I looked at the trio.
'Alright, what did it look like?' I asked.
'Like that!' she cried, pointing at a figure.
I looked at the dementor. I stood up, pointing my hand at it.
'Concentrating on a happy memory.' I thought.
I thought of when I was going to Hogwarts. A silver eagle shot towards it, and out the corner of my eye, I saw Lupin had his wand pointed at the dementor, which was emitting a silver glow. The thing scampered, and the lights came back on. I lowered my hand. I brushed my red hair out my eyes.
'What was that?' asked Harry, sitting up.
After explaing everything, Lupin went to talk to the driver. A few moments later, he came back.
'Miss Lupin, may I have a word?' he asked.
'Sure.' I said, getting up.
He shut the door behind me.
'Hello Uncle.' I said cheerfully.
'How did you know?' he asked.
'I didn't. I just guessed seing as you have the initial R. Lupin, which is the same as my dad had.' I replied.
'Alright then Apple. That sorts that out.' he said, opening the door so I could go back in.
My sister already had her Ravenclaw robes on. Another way I was different. I was a Gryfindor. I leaned back in my seat, and watched the world go by.