A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry for the year delay. Uhm yeah, I suck I know :(. I've been on a huge hiatus. Anyways, this is kind of a short chapter but I hope you enjoy it :)

James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin were all boarded up in the Shrieking Shack.

James head shot up at the sound of the howling. His eyes darkened and he turned over to Peter and Sirius. It was unspoken but the group were in tune with each other. He nodded to Peter.

"Come with me, I'll need you to press the switch when I come back." He said before starting towards the entrance. Peter nervously followed behind.

"B-b-b-ut…!"

"Just stay there, I'll look around and come back."

Peter touched the knot that would temporarily freeze the tree and he walked out gazing around. His eyes set on the white and gray wolf and then at the figure laying on the ground. Eyes widening in recognition and horror he ran over. "Erica!" He turned her over slowly and frowned.

Sapphire growled at James, and he recoiled slightly. "Good doggy, I'm not gonna hurt her. I just wanna help, she's one of my mates," he said and Sapphire slowly lowered.

James turned towards the entrance. "Peter! Go get Sirius, Quickly!"

A few moments later a large jet black wolf trotted out before turning into a teenage boy with messy black hair and deep set eyes. His eyes flickered to Erica and he blinked. "What the hell…?"

"I don't know, but we can't just leave her here. Come on, help me out here." He said and looked at his friend. When he leaned down to pick her up her eyes fluttered open and she tried sitting up but a pained gasp escaped her lips.

"Erica! Hey champ, whats up?"

Her breathing was jagged which worried him. "Go get Dumbledore, Sirius."

"No!" she gasped out.

James and Sirius turned to her. The raven haired teen looked at James. "Let's take her to Madame Pomfrey's… she needs to be treated,"

James nodded, "I'll take her, you stay and go find Peter and Remus," he said quietly.

Erica was too disoriented to make out what they were saying or even ask why they were out here in the first place. She felt James tentatively pick her up and look down at her in worry before starting towards the castle. Sapphire was at his heel.

Erica was passing in and out of consciousness. When she came too, James would talk to her and try and figure out what happened. He wasn't getting to much information and he was worried so he broke into a sprint towards the infirmary,

Once he got there he burst in, panting. Madame Pomfrey turned and blinked at the disheveled teenage boy and the girl he was holding.

She hurried over. "Oh my… put her on this bed here," she said leading him to a empty bed and grabbed a chart.

"Name?"

"Erica Snape-Knight."

"Age?"

"She's seventeen."

"What injuries has she obtained?"

"I-I don't know. I found her like this. She's in really bad pain and she keeps going in and out of consciousness.

"Tut tut, poor dear." The woman frowned then turned to him, "Potter, I'd like you to go back to your house,"

"But!"

No buts,"

"But she's my friend," he frowned.

Madam Pomfrey frowned. "I'm sorry dear, but I need to get her patched up."

"Can I stay for a few more minutes…?"

"Well alright, how about you go fetch the headmaster?"

He nodded and quickly left. Pomfrey got her cloak off and frowned. She had been hexed! Oh dear, it looked rather painful.

She applied a potion and had her drink something that would help with the pain. A good few minutes later Potter walked back in with Dumbledore.

His face knit together in worry at seeing the young teenage girl lying in the bed. "She was hexed." He said.

Jame's eyes widened then narrowed. He was at her side immediately, her hand in his. "Erica… c'mon wake up!" If he lost her... no! No he could not think like that. She would pull through, she was a tough girl, even with a hex she would make it through all right. He just knew it!

Madam Pomfrey went to scold him but Dumbledore raised a hand. Erica winced and slowly came too. She slowly sat up and looked around before letting her eyes rest on the headmaster, then Madam P., and then James.

"…..James…?"

"Erica! Hey mate, you took quite a nasty spill. Do you remember anything…?"

She shook her head softly. All she remembered was talking to her father then feeling an excruciating pain in her side and blacking out. Then waking up to the worried eyes of her friend. And now she was here.

Dumbledore coughed softly. "Might I have a word with Erica, James and Poppy?"

Poppy nodded and hurried on out and James nodded and sighed, glancing back at her. "G'nite Er," he said and offered her a smile before heading back to Gryffindor house.

Dumbledore sighed and looked down at the girl. "Erica, this doesn't have anything to do with your father does it…?"

Dumbledore was aware that she had a horrific home life and tried his best to keep her away from that. She just shrugged and looked away. The elder man sighed. "Well get some rest and we will speak of this on a later date, with both your mother and father."