AN: Heyyyyy. I don't know where I'm going with this. Hope you enjoy!

EDIT: I tweaked a few things. Nothing big.

Disclaimer: Nope. Not J.K. Rowling.

CHAPTER 1: ACCIDENTALLY DISCOVERING REMUS LUPIN'S SECRET

Charlie Hart prided herself in maintaining a remarkably unmemorable presence for the five years she has stayed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She never bothered herself with joining clubs, voluntarily reciting in class, or even doing exceptionally well in her subjects. Her grades weren't bad, but they weren't straight O's either. She only had two friends she'd consider really close to, albeit they weren't as low-key in the social ladder as she was comfortable with, they were still her best friends. The student population may be mostly unbothered by her presence, but the faculty were not, and it's not for academic excellence either. At her last tally, she has acquired thirteen detentions in her five-year stay in Hogwarts, which will most likely increase as she enters sixth year. The detentions were mostly for being caught outside dorms after-hours, but four or five had something to do with cursing other students.

She had a normal, mostly unexciting school life. She steered away from problematic people. Problematic people were what she called the ones who were constantly in the radar of the whole school population, hence having everything they do scrutinised and gossiped about. She kept her interactions with the other half of her roommates to a minimum. Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Mary Mcdonald were the school's sweethearts, and if that wasn't problematic enough, they also attracted the attention of one of the most problematic lot to ever set foot in Hogwarts: the Marauders. She was very happy to not be involved in any of the aforementioned people's business. Until one day, she found herself at the wrong place, at a very, very wrong time.

"I actually know how to pop a shoulder back in its socket." Charlie said as-a-matter-of-factly as Madame Pomfrey fussed about her. Charlie was playing a friendly quidditch game with her friends, and just as she was about to catch the snitch, a bludger rammed right into her left upper arm, smashing her upper arm and dislocating her shoulder in the process. She still caught the snitch, switching to her less dominant arm and lunging for it at the last second. "I watched Cal practice with Puddlemere and there were more than a few injuries. I helped the medi-witch with some."

"Do you also know how to fix a broken bone?" Madame Pomfrey asked, gently prodding the said broken limb.

Charlie took a sharp intake of breath when the healer lifted her injured arm a little. "Does reparo work?"

"Miss Hart!" Madame Pomfrey cried indignantly, shooting her an affronted glare. "You should never attempt to fix an injury yourself! No less use reparo!"

"Joking! I was joking, Madame P. No, I don't know how to fix a broken bone. The magic is too complicated for a lowly witch like me. Unlike you, who's the master in all medical spells." Charlie's friends, Madge and Kristen, sniggered at the obvious attempt to suck up to the healer.

Madame Pomfrey rolled her eyes and shook her head at her patient. "Buttering me up won't make your treatment hurt any less, Miss Hart. I'm afraid there is no non-painful way to set your shoulder back." She readied the necessary potions on the bedside table within her reach. Charlie eyed them warily, scrunching her nose up at the suspicious colour of the potions, particularly the disgusting yellow one.

"Can't you just leave it be? I can live with a wonky shoulder, I swear," she told the medi-witch. Madame Pomfrey wrapped the broken arm up in a splint so she can set the shoulder back without exacerbating the other injury. Charlie bit back a cry of pain and continued her pleas. "It'll even keep me out of more Quidditch related injuries! I can't very well catch a snitch when my shoulder is all off and skewed."

"Oh, hush up, darling. If you can take a bludger to the shoulder and still lunge for the snitch, you can very well take the pain of your shoulder popping back into its socket." Kristen chastised.

Kristen Swan was one of Charlie's oldest friends. They knew each other even before Hogwarts, from all the pureblood family parties they attended when they were young. They didn't really hit it off until they were sorted into the same house. She stood at five feet flat, has a mane of curly dark blonde hair, and the notable sea green eyes of the Swan Family. She's the personification of the quote "Though she be but tiny, she is fierce." She's a great friend to have, and a terrible enemy all the same.

"That's different! I was running on adrenaline. I didn't feel the pain. Much. Until now." As if to prove her point, she cried out in pain when Madame Pomfrey tightened the knot on the splint. The patient sent the healer an indignant glare.

Madge scoffed. "Don't be such a wuss, Charls."

Charlie met Madison Finley on the train to Hogwarts. Charlie was sitting alone in a compartment when Madge burst in and stomped to the seat across her and plopped down with an angry huff. Madge's red hair framed her heart-shaped face like a halo of fiery curls, her face scrunched up in a harsh scowl. Her bright blue eyes turned sharply to Charlie, whom in turn raised a questioning eyebrow cooly. Madge's expression softened considerably and she introduced herself to Charlie. And as they say, the rest was history. Five years later, Madge grew into quite a fine woman, albeit her temper was still very much in tact. Her pale skin and freckles that she once hated now completely flattered her. Frankly, she became one of Hogwarts' most desirable, with her tall frame, long legs, and unfairly proportionate, more-than-well-endowed curves.

Madame Pomfrey braced her hand on Charlie's shoulder, the other one holding her splinted arm. "Ladies, hold her down, I'm going to pop her shoulder back."

Her two friends obliged and Charlie squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the pain.

"Please don't head-butt me," Kristen said, making Charlie smile a little.

"Can't we use skele-gro?" Charlie tried once more, peaking an eye open to look at the healer. Madame Pomfrey gave her an exasperated look. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It'll just heal over the injury and leave me more asymmetrical than ever."

"That's very good, Miss Hart, you should be a healer."

"Well, I—MOTHERFUCKER!" Charlie yelled in pain and surprise as her shoulder popped back in its socket. She couldn't decide which hurt more, the shoulder or her broken arm. Tears escaped her eyes and she was almost dizzy from the pain. Her whole left upper torso felt like it was on fire. "Why the fuck would you fucking do that without a fucking warning? That fucking—"

"Drink." Madame Pomfrey practically forced the vial down her throat. Charlie had no choice but to drink.

"Ugh. That's nasty." Charlie gagged, greedily gulping down the glass of water that followed the medicine. The pain quickly began to subside and she let out a sigh of relief. "You're an angel, Madame Pomfrey."

The medi-witch rolled her eyes, handing Charlie two more potions to drink, to which she obediently drank. "Your arm should be fine in a few hours." She put the broken arm up in a sling. "You know the drill."

She grinned up at older woman. "Yeah, skele-gro makes you woozy. Stay in bed to avoid further injuries."

"Also known as the third year incident," Madge quipped, sniggering at her friend's expense.

Madame Pomfrey managed a small, fond smile. "Very good, pet. Holler if you need me. I'll be at my office. Miss Swan, Miss Finley, you should let your friend rest."

"Thanks, Madame P!" Charlie said. Madge and Kristen echoed her sentiments as the healer returned to her office. Kristen and Madge each took a seat at the foot of her bed.

"That was a really nice catch, by the way," Madge commended. She played as beater during their third year before quitting the next because the sport took up too much of her time, as if she were actually busy with any other school club. Kristen nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but try to actually dodge the bludger," Kristen, the only one in the trio who actually played for their house's quidditch since second year and stayed, suggested. "You should practice sloth grip rolls."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because I can use that for the next match."

Kristen shrugged innocently. "Well, you are a fantastic seeker. Perhaps even better than the one we have now."

"No, thanks." Charlie snorted. "I heard your new captain is a tyrant." She settled back on the bed. "You two should head off now. It's getting late and you two are the worst at sneaking around the castle after hours."

Madge scowled, offended. "We are not! It's that blasted cat! It has super senses! And you're no better than us!"

"I haven't been caught for a few months now," Charlie argued. "That's a new record."

"We'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Kristen said, patting Charlie's leg. "Feel better."

"Don't try to go to the kitchen in the middle of the night," Madge added teasingly. She handed Charlie a pack of cigarettes. "To keep you company if you wake up in the middle of the night."

"Thanks, babe." Charlie smiled at her friends and waved as they left the hospital wing. She smoked two sticks and entertained herself with the shadows cast by the moonlight outside before drifting off to sleep.

She jolted awake at the sound of the twin doors slamming open, hitting the wall with a loud crash. Frantic footsteps followed, along with hurried whispers.

"Madame Pomfrey!"

Was that Peter Pettigrew? Charlie wondered. He sounded more squeaky than usual. She heard a commotion a few beds down from her, and then the sound of the bed springs protesting against the weight of something plopping down heavily on them.

"What is all this racket about, Mister Pettigrew?" Came the healer's groggy but stern voice.

"It's Remus and Sirius, Madame!" Peter replied. Charlie could hear the panic and fear in her classmate's voice. The pair hurried past her bed and down to where she guessed Remus and Sirius where at. Charlie sat up slightly, trying to see past the curtains. She turned her gaze to the windows. It was dark but the sky was beginning to lighten. What could've possibly happened to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black?

"What happened?" the healer asked, her voice now more alert than before.

"Remus and Sirius had a bit of a row earlier." That was James Potter. She could almost hear him ruffling his messy hair. It was a habit of his. More prominent when he's nervous and scared, which was what he sounded right now. "I swear they made up, but I guess that row extended on into the night. Moony just got angry and…"

"Prongs, it's just a scratch," came Sirius Black's undeniable deep voice. He tried to reassure his best friend but it was obvious by the strain in his voice that he was in pain. It reminded her of how she sounded when she tried to reassure her friends that a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder didn't hurt as badly as it looked.

"I'll be the judge of that, Mister Black," said Madame Pomfrey. "Is Mister Lupin injured as well?"

"He's fine, just tired and a little scratched up. The usual." James said. Charlie's brows furrowed further in confusion. So Remus wasn't with them? "It wasn't a good night, though. He took it out on Padfoot."

The healer sighed. "You boys should stop this but I know you're not going to listen." She moved about, gathering the medical supplies she needed to treat Black.

By now, Charlie was utterly confused. Remus Lupin didn't seem like the type to cause serious injury to his friends. And what was that about last night not being a good night? She remembered the seeing the clear sky and the bright moon and thought that nothing about that was bad.

"You're lucky these scratches aren't deep, Mister Black." Madame Pomfrey said, pulling Charlie out of her thought process. "A few centimetres deeper and you'd be in trouble. You're also very lucky he didn't bite you."

There was a collective sigh of relief.

Bite? That was a very peculiar fighting tactic, especially with boys. Charlie was sure she'd have permanent wrinkles from how deep her frown was.

"I'm not affected? They're clean?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, Mister Black, but they will take a while to heal, and you'll need stitches."

Bite? Affected? Clean? Bad night? Charlie's eyes widened as she slowly pieced it together. She remembered marvelling at the bright moonlight before she fell asleep. Was it a full moon that night?

"I also suggest that you lot don't piss Mister Lupin off when the full moon is near," Madame Pomfrey added, confirming Charlie's suspicions. She covered her mouth to stifle her surprised gasp. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. She just accidentally discovered one of her classmate's deepest, darkest secret. She heard footsteps approaching to where her bed was so she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She heard the three Marauders arguing in hissed whispers before drifting off into fitful slumber.

Charlie woke up with a start from the doors slamming open for the second time that day. They should put door stoppers on those damned doors. She groaned, turning on her uninjured side and burying herself further into her pillow.

"Oi, Swan! What brings you to this side of the castle?" Charlie froze as Sirius Black's voice echoed along the ward. "Can't stay away from me, can you?"

She heard Kristen's footsteps falter and backtrack. "Black? What the bloody hell happened to you?"

"S'nothin. Just a scratch," Black said off-handedly.

"Just a scratch, yeah?" Kristen snorted. Charlie could imagine her friend's narrowed eyes and suspicious expression as she walked closer to Black's bed. "That's awfully a lot of gauze for just a scratch,"

"Aw, you care," Black cooed. "Is that why you're here?"

Kristen scoffed. "I wasn't even aware you were hurt," she said. "Charlie's here. She got into an accident, stayed the night to regrow her broken arm,"

Charlie strained her ears for Sirius' reply. It came after a beat.

"Charlie Hart? She's here?" There was a slight suspicious tone in his voice that made her heart thud nervously.

"Yeah. Quidditch accident,"

"But Hart doesn't play?" came his confused reply.

"She's not on the team, but she plays." Charlie was sure Kristen just rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Anyway, I should wake her up. She'll want breakfast before double potions. Feel better, Black."

"Yeah, thanks, Swan."

Charlie closed her eyes when she heard Kristen approaching her bed. Her heart was still beating so hard against her chest and she could already feel the spindly feeling of anxiety prickling at her back and neck. Kristen opened the curtains with a dramatic swoosh.

"Oi! Up and at 'em, Hart!"

Charlie groaned and pretended to slowly wake up. She squinted up at Kristen. "What?"

"Time for class, darling."

Charlie made a face. "No." she said, pulling the covers over her head, simultaneously discovering that her arm was no longer broken but her shoulder still ached.

"Come on. Your arm's already healed." Kristen tugged the covers off her friend.

"Noooo!" Charlie whined, scowling.

Madame Pomfrey emerged from her office, leaving Charlie no choice but to sit up so the medi-witch can unwrap her arm. She gave Charlie another potion for her shoulder and advised to keep it in the sling for a few more days before kicking her out of the hospital wing.

Charlie dragged her feet as they passed the other beds. She kept her head down to avoid making eye contact with the other patient in the wing. Of course, curiosity got the best of her and she just had to look up. She wanted to see exactly how bad Black's injuries were. Her eyes widened when she met his eyes, his gaze curious and distrustful.

One look was all it took. Sirius knew she heard them last night. She offered him a polite smile before hurrying after Kristen, but not before seeing Sirius' distrustful gaze turn into a deadly glare.

She was in big trouble.

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I also edited Chapter 2 a little.

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