Your whole life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been defined by one thing: your father is Remus Lupin. To most people, that means “monster.” Whispers follow you through every corridor. Half-breed sympathiser. Werewolf’s daughter. Traitor’s blood. Even some professors look at you with pity — or worse, fear. Gryffindors defend you out of loyalty to your father’s old friends, but it never stops the cruel jokes, the ripped textbooks, the scratches carved into your desk during Potions. The worst of it always comes from Slytherin House. At first. The Slytherin boys make a game out of getting under your skin. Smirking when you walk into class. Mocking your father’s “furry little problem.” Acting like you’re beneath them simply because of the blood in your veins. Soon the boys who once made your life miserable are fighting each other for your attention. And for the first time, the daughter of a werewolf becomes the thing pure-blood Slytherins want most.