(Hope you've enjoyed this so far. Even though I said I would only post after I got some reviews, I've obviously changed my mind. I'm really into writing this sequel… Hope everyone's really into reading it *big smile* -Raea)

Chapter 4

Madonna blasted through Rosemary's stereo, her slender form perched upon her bed, quill scratching madly across parchment. Charms had been such a heavy subject since Hermione had taken over the class and Rosemary longed for Professor Flitwick to return. As impossible as this was Rosemary had started a petition, gaining two hundred signatures in Hufflepuff alone.

Her attempts were futile however, considering Professor Flitwick was residing somewhere in the Bahamas, most likely sipping an alcoholic beverage and soaking up the sun. Rosemary changed the CD to Korn, her nimble fingers sliding the volume up to its highest setting. She rocked side to side, banishing her assignment to the floor as she let herself sink into the music. It felt so good to just let go and ignore her responsibilities for once.

She stood and walked into the bathroom she shared with the girl next door and locked the doors, flipping her wand at the tap. Bubbles and steaming water flowed into the marble tub which brought an aromatic scent to Rosemary's nostrils. She stripped down to her bare form and grabbed a razor from the medicine cubby before stepping into the water.

Immediately the tension of the past week flowed from her body, seeping into the water endlessly. The further she sunk in the more relaxed she felt, soft sighs escaping her puffy pink lips. Her golden curls floated behind her in the water as the guitars and drums melodically soothed her into a half-coma. She wanted to just let go completely and float away… Maybe she'd float to somewhere exotic where she could just vanish from the rest of the world like Professor Flitwick. She could forget her mum and grandmother had ever existed and just start new. Maybe she'd meet a hunk that topped Albus Potter by a ton.

Without warning her thoughts floated to things she'd long tucked away. Her father… Who was he? Her mother never spoke of the man yet he had to exist. The only difference in appearance between Rosemary and her mother was height, slenderness, and her strange eyes. They were usually a periwinkle blue but when she got angry they would flash red; literally red. Every time that happened Rosemary noticed how uneasy Leona and Hermione would get, oftentimes banishing her to her room as if they thought she would explode and they'd all be vaporized.

Rosemary just assumed it was the magic inside her. She ran her tongue over her lips, sliding up to sit in the tub when she caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. Her head snapped across the room at once, eyes searching for the source of the movement. Was someone in her bathroom? She didn't see anything, but then again the Potter family had that invisibility cloak that their grandfather had passed down.

"Albus?" Rosemary called out, praying that it was indeed Albus and not some strange person watching her.

She climbed from the tub, quickly jerking on her fuzzy pink robe. She wrapped her fingers defensively around her wand and tiptoed into her bedroom, peering around.

Rosemary let out a piercing scream, her stereo dropping to the floor and breaking into bits and pieces.

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Hermione sat straight up in bed screaming, sweat dripping down her face. She'd just had the worst dream about Voldemort and she didn't care to try to sleep more anytime soon. Feet shuffled silently across the floor to the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight.

Blood was dribbling all over the walls and sink, the medicine cabinet mirror shattered all over the floor.

"Rosemary!" Hermione screeched, rushing to the tub where her grandchild sat propped up and motionless, no doubt in a pool of her own bloody bathwater.

"Grammy," Rosemary smiled up at her grandmother, delirious from the loss of blood.

"Don't speak, love," Hermione petted Rosemary's head to comfort her as she surveyed the damage. "I'll be right back."

Hermione rushed from the room and screamed for help. Not long after, a little Hufflepuff girl jogged up the stairs, eyes wide at the blood all over her Head of House.

"What's wrong, Professor Snape?" Ashley stammered.

"Just go get Poppy Pomfrey. Quickly! It's a matter of life or death," Hermione shouted, ushering the girl back down the stairs. At that moment Hermione detested that apparation wasn't allowed at Hogwarts.

Ten minutes went by as Hermione forced potions down Rosemary's torn throat, hoping to the gods that they would keep her alive until the medi-witch could arrive. Finally Poppy threw the door open, nearly shoving Hermione over as she began to tend to the damaged girl before her.

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"Why would she have been in your bathtub?" Professor McGonagall took a seat behind her desk, offering Hermione a seat across from her. Hermione was too busy pacing the floor and politely denied, massaging the bridge of her nose.

"I have no idea. She's bound to have been up in her room. Someone from this castle did this. It was a student. Or a teacher," Hermione uttered the last part nearly inaudibly, her stomach churning. The 'wolf' that Voldemort had spoken of was simply pulsing through her aching mind. Did a werewolf do this to Rosemary? Hermione hoped to the gods that wasn't the case.

"We believe that a werewolf may have done this," Professor McGonagall read Hermione's thoughts.

"Stay out of my head!" Hermione screamed at her former Head of House. The older woman sat back in her seat, reverent.

"Hermione, I know you're upset-"

"Damned right I'm fucking pissed off! What if it was Remus? What if he has gotten into this castle looking for me and he tore up his grandchild in the process?" Hermione fumed, her heart threatening to invade her throat.

"That's a possibility," Minerva swallowed hard, studying her folded hands as if they were the most interesting things ever created.

"Yes. Well have you locked down the castle?" Hermione inquired, finally taking a seat.

"Yes, we have," Minerva confirmed, "But there was a breach. Someone climbed the Astronomy Tower. That's how they got in."

"Then you know it was a werewolf. A person couldn't possibly get into this castle that way unless they were a werewolf of on a broom, and all air is always watched at night," Hermione couldn't believe this was happening.

"Whoever this was, whether it is Remus or some other person, it was a werewolf," Minerva stood, solemnly staring Hermione down. "We're calling in Aurors to watch the castle. We don't have the proper reinforcements here at the castle."

"Harry."

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