Introduction
The story of Alia Mira Sloan Scamander begins, as all the best stories do, with the moon.
It was under the full moon that she first met Remus Lupin, though she hadn't known it then. It was beneath the crescent moon that Sirius Black nearly got them both expelled in their second year. And it was by the light of a waning moon that James Potter first declared them all "The Marauders," as if naming their mischief made it real.
But before any of that—before Hogwarts, before best friends, before she knew anything about the world beyond magical creatures and the ever-changing scenery of her nomadic life—Alia was just a girl who didn't quite belong anywhere.
She had spent her childhood trailing after her grandfather, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, through jungles, deserts, and snowy mountaintops, learning about fantastic beasts and how to care for them. Her mother, brilliant and fearless, had taught her everything else—potions, charms, dueling, how to tell the difference between a harmless Bowtruckle and a particularly ill-tempered one. But school? School had never been part of the plan.
Until now.
Alia had imagined Hogwarts a thousand different ways. She had read about it in books, heard the stories her grandfather told of Dumbledore, even met a few students in passing. But nothing could have prepared her for the reality of stepping into the Great Hall for the first time. The noise, the colors, the sheer energy of it—it was overwhelming, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once.
And then there they were.
James Potter, all windswept hair and boundless energy. Sirius Black, lounging like he owned the castle. Peter Pettigrew, wide-eyed and eager. And Remus Lupin, with a quiet kind of warmth that made her feel, for the first time, like she had found a place to belong.
Alia Mira Sloan Scamander was finally home.