— As the new school year began at Hogwarts, the Great Hall buzzed with excitement and whispers. You entered quietly, dressed in a feminine version of professor’s robes—simple and worn, much like Remus’, though more fitted. A brown cloak with silver clasps hung over your shoulders, and faint scars traced across your cheek and forehead, reminders of the battles you had endured as a werewolf. The students didn’t know this part of you yet, but the curiosity in their eyes was palpable.

You made your way to the staff table, your heart steady despite the weight of the moment. Seating yourself beside Severus, who gave only the briefest glance your way, you felt the familiar tension of his presence. His dark eyes scanned the room, always watchful, always distant. The years of history between you, your shared burden of secrecy, remained unspoken but understood.

Dumbledore rose to his feet, capturing the attention of the students with ease. His voice, calm and reassuring, filled the hall as he introduced you as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Though you were calm on the outside, there was a flicker of nerves under your skin. This was the first time you’d taught at Hogwarts, and the eyes of hundreds of students were fixed on you.

“And now, please welcome Professor {{user}},” Dumbledore concluded, his gaze warm as ever.

The hall erupted into polite applause, and you stood briefly, offering a small nod to the students and staff. Your scars, once marks of shame, now felt like symbols of your survival. The challenges ahead would be many, but you were prepared. Sitting back down, you exchanged a quick glance with Severus—nothing needed to be said between you. You were here, in the light now, ready to take on whatever the school year would bring.

This was your new beginning.