Lethe put down her bottle of water and stared at Harry who was... staring at her. After a few moments, he shook his head violently and she did the same. The thought that Harry might have the slightest chance of flirting with her nearly made her ill. After all, he was family. A shiver ran down her spine, but her terrified musings were soon broken by the compartment door opening. For a moment, Lethe thought that Draco had returned. She was relieved when a girl with hair not unlike her own leaned in. Lethe recognised her as the daughter of the editor of the Quibbler.
"We're nearly to Hogsmeade," Luna said excitedly before closing the door again.
Lethe looked at the other three in the compartment. "The ride doesn't seem as long when you're having battles with Satanic pricks now, does it?"
After a few minutes, the train began to slow to a halt. Lethe was the first in the compartment to stand, quickly grabbing her owl cage and bags before running out of the compartment without a word of explanation to the other three. As she fought through the crowds of students, she heard a few whispering about her apparent ties to Remus Lupin. A few students from Harry's year even screamed to her about how much they loved her uncle. Lethe simply grinned.
A voice boomed out above all of the others. Rubeus Hagrid stood at the edge of a group of first-years, though his eyes were trained on Lethe. She froze for a moment before he nodded to her and she nodded back. So he knew who she really was. Hopefully Snape doesn't... she thought mischieviously.
"Miss Lupin!" said a strict voice. "Please come with me."
Lethe turned to see Professor McGonagall coming towards her looking quite stern. This at first threw Lethe off, as she had never seen McGonagall anywhere besides 12 Grimmauld Street, Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and within Hogwarts campus itself... never greeting students. The look must have passed through to her face as McGonagall looked at her oddly.
"You are..." she said, getting closer to Lethe. "Alethea Lupin, are you not?"
"Ye... yes," Lethe said, suddenly having her wits about her again.
"Well then, please come with me," McGonagall said, leading Lethe off of the platform and into the darkness beyond it. As they walked away, people buzzed with amazement that someone could already be in trouble and the rumour was already going around that perhaps Remus wasn't the only Lupin who was a werewolf. "You can assume any disguise you want, Tonks."
"Oh thank God," Tonks said, her hair slipping back to blue but her eyes remaining brown. "And now, Minerva, some firewhiskey would do me quite well."
"We're going to Dumbledore's office," McGonagall said quickly. "I just thought you might prefer Apparating rather than traveling with all of those students."
"That's very kind of you," Tonks said with an exhausted tone.
Both pulled out their wands and after checking that no students had followed them, they Apparated to Dumbledore's office. The headmaster was already waiting for them patiently.
"Hullo again, Tonks," he said to her. "I assume the train ride went well?"
"As well as it could have," she said. "That Malfoy boy is certainly a git."
"Yes, well, he is from the noble house of Black," McGonagall said. "You, your mother, and your cousin are most certainly exceptions to the personality of that family."
Tonks and Dumbledore nodded as one of the moving portraits of the headmasters started yelling. All three of them ignored Phineas.
"Well, you shall be in Gryffindor, Miss Lupin," Dumbledore said, knowing that Tonks was already in this house in the past. With this, Tonks morphed into Lethe once more. "We have moved one of Miss Granger's roommates so that you can board with someone who has a good understanding of your family. I would reccommend that you spend a lot of time around Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley. In fact, have your choice of Weasleys. They're fine folk."
Lethe smiled at Dumbledore. "Thank you, Headmaster."
"Let's head on downstairs then, Miss Lupin," McGonagall said to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We'll arrange for a house-elf to take your things. You can just leave them here. Thank you for the meeting, Headmaster."
Dumbledore nodded as the two of them left his office. The women walked down the hallway quietly until, with a flash of black robes, the familiar Severus Snape appeared near them heading the same direction as them. He grinned as he saw that McGonagall already had a student with her.
"A misbehaving child already, Minerva?" he said with icy darkness in his voice. Both of the women turned around. "One that even I don't recognise?"
"Severus, this is Alethea Lupin, Remus's niece," Minerva said to him. "She moved to London from South Africa recently and shall be attending Hogwarts. She is in my house."
Lethe smiled sweetly at him, but he just continued glaring at her. "I didn't realise that Romulus had children."
"Yes, Professor," she said in a sugary voice, batting her eyes. "I'm an only child though."
Snape raised an eyebrow at her and McGonagall nearly elbowed her. She knew what the younger woman was up to.
"Shall we head on to the Great Hall then?" Minerva said. "The feast should be starting soon."
Sure enough, by the time they reached the outer hallway, trunks were already piled up and the voice of Dumbledore could be heard talking about the upcoming year. Before they were able to go inside, the Sorting Hat began its poem.
"Let's go into the adjoining room," Severus said shortly, walking past the doors to the Great Hall and instead walking into a room that shared a door with the Great Hall. "We can walk in when that hat shuts up."