To those of you that are new to this story, it's set to the backdrop of The Order Of The Pheonix, and it centres around an original character therefore some of the important things that happen to Harry and the other characters might not be mentioned as much as in JK's actual works.

If you don't like OC's a strongly suggest buggering off... right about now.

Harry Potter And The Daughter Of The Moon
Chapter one :

Old friends pass away,

new ones arrive every day.

Sitting alone in a carriage on the Hogwarts Express, was a very nervous fifteen year old.
It was the first year in which Ophelia Jade Lupin would attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
Yet, it was not the young girls first year of education, and rather than joining the other first years, Ophelia would be moving in with the fifth year students of Hogwarts. In with pupils that had known each other for four years.
Ophelia had previously attended Beauxbatons.

Much larger than Hogwarts, and tucked away in the continent of Europe, her transfer had been made after the young men and women at Beauxbatons discovered Ophelia's curious condition and of course, it was amazing how quickly news travelled.
With outcries from parents and students, Head Mistress Olympe Maxine could do little but quietly ask Ophelia to leave.

It had not come as a great surprise. Both Ophelia and her father knew that a school like Beauxbatons, strict and stern, would not be as forgiving, as a school like Hogwarts.

The whimsical Headmaster at Hogwarts, a Mister Albus Dumbledore, was only elated at the thought of receiving the daughter of an old pupil.
She had been sorted privately, two weeks before the beginning of term in the Headmaster's office.

To her mixed delight and apprehension, she was sorted into Gryffindor, the same house her father had been sorted into in his youth.

It was not the fact that she would be in a new school, or the fact that she would not really know anyone that frightened Ophelia. It was the fact that anyone with half a brain, upon looking at her and hearing her last name would know who she was.

Ophelia, was the daughter of the brilliant, kind, and devilishly clever Remus Lupin, and although she had inherited all the above from her father, she had also inherited another trait. A trait that was perhaps not as desirable as others were. For Ophelia had also inherited her father's condition.

Meaning Ophelia Lupin was a werewolf.

As she stared out of the window, a forlorn expression on her tired face, Ophelia released a quiet sigh.

She ran a pale hand through her tousled mousey coloured hair. It fell past her shoulders, and heavy side fringe covered most of the left side of her pale face. Deep purple bruises beneath kind grey-blue eyes gave away the fifteen year olds perpetual state of fatigue. Lycanthropy had a nasty habit of taking its toll on victims sleep routines, and upon their immune systems, often making them susceptible to any illness around them.

The frail teen watched the throngs of parents saying farewell to their beloved children, as they departed the Platform 9 and 3/4 for another year of fun and learning at Hogwarts.

Ophelia had said goodbye to her father three hours previously at the small-dishevelled platform not ten minutes from her own slightly dishevelled home. Watching the other students say their goodbyes, she thought back on the last conversation she had had with her father.

"I'm sure you'll love it." Remus Lupin smiled down at his thin pale daughter, his hand on her cheek. Her grey-blue eyes, or rather his grey-blue eyes peering back at him, round and frightened. Ophelia looked inexorably like her father. The resemblance was uncanny.

Particularly her eyes. The same tired, but kind expression.

"Yeah, I guess." Ophelia shuffled her feet, kicking an imaginary stone away.
They stood in silence for a long moment, Ophelia glaring at the dusty ground. When the silence became unbearable for the teenager, she threw her head up, sending her hair in a flurry about her.
"Do I have to go Moony? Can't I stay home? Can't you teach me?" she demanded in a way only a fifteen-year-old girl could.

Her father sighed, half a smile tugging at his lips.
Shaking his head, he bent down. Pressing his lips to her forehead. "Ophelia." His hoarse voice was strained, "Please, just please, go, have fun, make friends, maybe even learn something, you know, the way normal teenagers do?"

Ophelia snorted.

"I'm not a normal teenager." she mumbled, as the Hogwarts Express screeched into the small station. The two werewolves stared at its bright red colour. As it grinded to a halt, a door, directly opposite Ophelia hissed open.

She stared at her father, her eyes pleading.

"Moony…"

"Give Harry my best won't you?" Her father smiled, he leaned in and kissed her hair gently, then nodding towards the open door before turning and slowly walking away.

Ophelia sighed, pulling herself from her thoughts and watching with a vague hint of jealousy as the parents on the platform waved goodbye to their children. She was lost in thought when the partition door slid open and three noisy fifteen year olds, two owls and a very large cat entered the now very crowded part of the train.

As the train began to pull away from the platform Ophelia turned away from the window and looked up at the new arrivals. A freckled ginger, a bushy haired girl and a handsome, dark haired boy were smiling at her.

Oh no. She thought miserably.

"Hi." the dark haired boy spoke first, Ophelia blinked as he ran a hand through his hair, revealing a terribly unique scar.

Harry Potter! Ophelia's thought to herself.

Her mind was in turmoil, it took a minute for her to register that they were all still standing, and staring at her.

"Oh, em hi." Ophelia mumbled, embarrassed.
"I'm Harry, this is Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, er do you mind?" he motioned first to the freckled boy and the bushy haired girl before motioned to the seats.

"Oh I'm sorry! No, not at all have a seat." Ophelia's politeness broke through the initial fear that she would have to spend the rest of the evening with the very people she had intended on avoiding all year.

They sat down after tucking their luggage away, Harry sat next to Ophelia while Ron and Hermione sat opposite them.

They sat in silence for a long moment, it was Hermione who broke it. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" she queried, glancing at Ophelia's robes which bore the Gryffindor crest.

Ophelia thought carefully before answering, she didn't want to get dragged into a full blown conversation, but neither did she want to be rude.

''I'm Ophelia." she almost whispered.

"Are you new?" Ron demanded suddenly.

Ophelia blinked, the large orange cat in Hermione's lap sprung from his mistress and moved to Ophelia's feet, reaching down she picked him up, placing him on her lap she stroked him affectionately, before answering Ron's question, "Yeah, I'm just starting here this year." Ophelia explained quietly. "I'm in fifth year."

Harry frowned, "Were you home schooled before?" he asked quietly. Something about her was terribly familiar.

"No, I was Beauxbatons." Ophelia shrugged. "I got a transfer."

"How come?" it was Ron who demanded the awkward question once more.

"My dad wanted me to come here." Ophelia replied shortly. She was giving them no more information than that.

Hermione laughed shortly, "You'll have to excuse Ronald, he's not got the greatest manners in the world. It's a pleasure to meet you Ophelia."

"It's fine." Ophelia lied, "Nice to meet all of you." she forced a thin smile.

She turned her attention turned back to the large cat that sat, purring on her lap. Ophelia stroked his head gently, "He's lovely." she said faintly, more to herself then the others. Her eyes moved from the cat to Harry. She hadn't been aware he was looking at her until their eyes locked, Ophelia blushed violently and turned to face out the window.

The cabin was quiet for several long moments.

"You know, you look awfully familiar. What did you say your last name was?" Harry asked suddenly.

Bollocks...Ophelia cursed inwardly, "I er...I didn't." she conceded, hoping Harry would drop it. Ophelia knew that at some stage they would find out who she was, however she definitely had not intended for it to happen before they had even reached the school!

The deathly quiet returned, but just as Ophelia's hopes began to rise, Ron demanded "So? What is it?"

Ophelia sighed loudly, she turned to face them, her eyes fiery, "Lupin." she spat, before she turned away. The trio sat in a stunned silence.

Was she?

She couldn't be!

Surely she wasn't?

"L-Lupin?...Any relati-"

"He's my father." she hissed, she was seething.

Crookshanks, not impressed that Ophelia was ignoring him, returned to Hermione. The uneasy silence that followed Ophelia's bombshell was horrible. Ophelia felt sick, she tucked her knee's up under her and gripped them tightly with her arms. Her glared out the window, feeling embarrassed and bare in front of the three best friends.

It took ten minutes but Harry eventually spoke, his voice was quiet, his green eyes thoughtful, "Wow. I - we never knew he had a daughter." Harry explained their shock. Hermione piped up

"He never said anything."

"I can't believe it." Ron added. The three exchanged wary glances, as Ophelia didn't move.

Ophelia groaned, "Well here I am. I asked Moony not to say anything...well because of what I am..." Ophelia left the sentence hanging, feeling she didn't need to add more.

"Oh..." The three made the same sound at exactly the same time. Were it not for the abrupt seriousness of it all it would have been quite funny. Ophelia shrugged "It's not a big deal." she blushed.

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but fell silent as the door slid open. Ophelia's blue eyes widened as a tall, pale, blonde boy stood in the doorway.

"Well, well, if it isn't Pothead, Weaslebee and the Mudblood." he smirked, his eyes sparkling mischievously. His smirk faded as his eyes fell on Ophelia, all his smart remarks fled.

"Oh bugger off Malfoy!" Ron grunted, his ears turning red. Hermione appeared to be ignoring him and Harry was glaring at him.

Malfoy however was staring at Ophelia. She blushed, and so did he.

"Who's this then?" he managed to stammer, his usual cool facade lost as his cool eyes met Ophelia's curious blue orbs.

"None of your bloody business, that's who!" Harry growled, getting to his feet and shoving Malfoy out. The Slytherin's eyes never left Ophelia, he threw Harry a rude gesture involving his middle finger, before stalking off.

Slamming the door shut, Harry sat down again. Ophelia was staring at the door. "Who was that?" she asked quickly, her eyes falling on Harry's handsome face.

"Him? Oh that's Draco Malfoy, he's-"

"The biggest prat you'll ever meet." Ron finished.

"Oh." Ophelia stared from Harry to the door, and back again, she scratched the back of her hand absently.

Two more minutes of awkward silence ensued, until Harry asked.

"How is Professor Lupin?"
Ophelia blinked.
"Professor?" she laughed lightly, "Oh that sounds odd. Don't call him that!" she smiled genuinely."Moony's good, he said to tell you he sends his best."

Harry laughed with her.

"Well, he was a really good Professor." Hermione offered.
''The best.'' Ron agreed.

Ophelia beamed, "I think he really liked it. He told me about you guys." she tilted her head at Hermione, "You're the genius right?"
Hermione blushed furiously, "Oh I am n-"
"Don't lie Hermione!" Ron scoffed, then leaned forward, "What did he say about me?"

Ophelia thought, Ron... Ron Weasley...

"Oh! You're the fella afraid of spiders aren't you?" she asked.

The compartment erupted in laughter.

Ron's ears turned red, but Harry and Hermione were doubled over, tears of laughter pouring down their faces.

Still laughing, Ophelia looked out the window at the blur of scenery. Perhaps this year would not be so bad.