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Dumbledore sent us back down to the Great Hall and through the crowd of students, I struggled to find Harry. I gave up after a while and made the journey down alone. That is, until I was tapped on the shoulder by Ginny, causing me to stumble a bit. "Hi." she said.

"Are you alone too?" She nodded and I noticed that she never really had many friends around her when I saw her. "Then let's go." I patted her shoulder and she smiled up at me.

Once there, we found Harry, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys and minutes later, the rest of the students from other houses joined us. "The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle." announced Dumbledore.

I watched Flitwick and McGonagall close all the doors as he went on. "I'm afraid that for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the Prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately. Send word with one of the ghosts."

As if he read my mind, he paused before leaving to say, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing…" With the wave of his hand, not his wand, the tables flew to the walls and the floor was filled with plush sleeping bags and pillows. "Sleep well." Was the last thing he said before closing the door behind him.

Everyone started to talk amongst their selves and I nudged Harry with my elbow. He looked at me expectantly and I forced a smile. "I'm glad you're ok." He gave me a shocked look, probably about to say something, but Percy shouted out, "Everyone into their sleeping bags! Come on now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!"

"C'mon." Ron looked to the three of us, once again leaving out his little sister. I gave Ginny a sympathetic look as we swooped up our sleeping bags and dragged them into a corner.

"Do you think Black's still in the castle?" Hermione asked as I took off my sweatshirt. "Dumbledore obviously thinks he might be."

We all made ourselves comfortable in our sleeping bags and continued to talk. "I hope not. I'm too tired." I added.

"It's very lucky he picked tonight, you know." We all looked at her to continue. "The one night we weren't in the tower…" "I reckon he's lost track of time, being on the run. Didn't realize it was Halloween. Otherwise he'd have come bursting in here." said Ron.

All around us, students were talking about the same thing, how he got in. "Maybe he knows how to apparate." I had to scoff at that one. It was too stupid.

"Disguised himself probably." Not likely.

"He could've flown in." And I assumed Dean Thomas was smart.

"Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read Hogwarts, a History?" Hermione sounded a bit ticked off and Ron wasn't helping. "Probably, why?"

"Because the castle's protected by more than walls, you know." She paused to lower her voice in an attempt to calm down. "There are all sorts of enchantments on it, to stop people by entering by stealth. You can't just apparate in here. And I'd like to see the disguise that could fool those dementors. They're guarding every single entrance to the grounds. They'd have seen him fly in too. And Filch knows all the secret passages, they'll have them covered…"

"The lights are going out now!" Percy interrupted. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!" Like he promised, the lights all went out and instantly, I went rigid.

The dark reminded me of Dementors and the macabre state of mind they convey. The ghosts emitted a silvery light, enough to calm me down so I could fall asleep.


I felt like I had only been sleeping for ten minutes when I felt a light wind on my face. I forced my heavy lids open to see Hermione blowing in my face. I opened my mouth to question her, but there were footsteps not too far away.

"Any sign of him, Professor?" I knew that was Percy's voice.

"No. All well here?" He had been talking to Dumbledore.

"Everything under control, sir." I tried to lie still and breathe deeply to appear sleeping.

"Good. There's no point moving them all now. I've found a temporary guardian for the Gryffindor portrait hole. You'll be able to move them back in tomorrow." I opened my eyes to see Hermione looking awfully thoughtful.

"And the Fat Lady, sir?"

"Hiding in a map of Argyllshire on the second floor. Apparently she refused to let Black in without the password, so he attacked. She's still very distressed, but once she's calmed down, I'll have Mr. Filch restore her."

There was a loud creak and the sound of another pair of footsteps. "Headmaster." It was the deep voice of Snape, which I found oddly comforting when not matched with the pessimistic face. "The whole of the third floor has been searched. He's not there. And Filch has done the dungeons; nothing there either."

"What about the Astronomy tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The Owlery?"

"All searched." He assured.

"Very well, Severus. I didn't really expect Black to linger."

"Have you any theory as to how he got in, Professor?" asked Snape.

"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."

"You remember the conversation we had, Headmaster, just before- ah- the start of the term?" It seemed like he was trying to say something without really saying it.

"I do, Severus." warned Dumbledore. Yes, it was definitely a warning.

"It seems- almost impossible- that Black could have entered the school without inside help. I did express my concerns when you appointed-" I held back a gasp.

"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it." That seemed to shut Snape up. "I must go down to the Dementors." said Dumbledore. "I said I would inform them when our search was complete."

"Didn't they want to help, sir?" I totally forgot Percy was here. "Oh yes, but I'm afraid no dementor will cross the threshold of this castle while I am headmaster." I smiled at his words and I heard him walk away.

After they dispersed, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I made eye contact. "What was all that about?" mouthed Ron.


Sirius Black was the new talk of the town since the whole Fat Lady incident and people became popular from being gossips. Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff had her own theory about Sirius Black turning into a flowering shrub.

The annoying Fat Lady was replaced by the even more annoying Sir Cadogan, the dimwitted Knight who helped us find Divination on our first day. He was always challenging people to duels and changed the password at least twice a day, the next always more difficult than the last. All of that made me want to find the Wizard who painted him and give him back the dumb pain in the neck he calls artwork, after a good beating, of course.

"He's a complete lunatic." complained Seamus to Percy. "Can't we get anyone else?"

"I'd rather have riddles like the Ravenclaws." I looked at Ron in awe before turning to Percy. "And that's saying something." I felt Ron glaring at me, but I paid him no mind.

"None of the other pictures wanted the job. Frightened of what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one brave enough to volunteer." Percy answered before leaving the table. "Brave, huh?" Seamus, Dean, Ron and the twins looked up at me curiously.

The boys set their selves up on wither side of the portrait hole with Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny behind me. "Password?" Sir Cadogan asked me and I honestly didn't know this morning's password, but luckily, that didn't matter.

Cockily, I stated, "The Knights who say 'ni' have challenged you to a duel." On cue, Dean, Seamus, Fred and George shouted 'Ni!' and Sir Cadogan couldn't see them, but out of fright, he unsheathed his sword and fell backwards over his fat grey miniature pony.

We all laughed as the portrait swung open and exchanged high fives. Ron was the only one to really look worried as we entered the common room. "Should someone like that really be guarding our door?" He asked me and I shook my head, still smiling.

"No, definitely not." He gulped at my pessimism which really fed my sinister ego.


Nowadays, Harry was always being escorted by Teachers down the corridors and Percy was always nearby. It kind of affected my mood, not seeing him as much as usual. Lets not forget, the sexy Oliver Wood kept interrupting us between classes to give Harry tips for the game against Hufflepuff.

Today, he was late for Defense Against the Dark Arts, no doubt due to the sexy Scot. "Sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I-" I snickered at his mistake, for Snape was our substitute today.

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I'll think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down." I was concerned when Harry didn't move. "Where's Professor Lupin?" He asked. "He says he is feeling too ill to teach today." Snape answered with a wretched smile that didn't suit him at all.

"I believe I told you to sit down?" He shouldn't have needed to tell him twice and I was sure Harry knew better than that. "What's wrong with him?" Snape glared before answering. "Nothing life threatening." He seemed sad at that. "Five more points from Gryffindor and if I have to ask you to sit down again, it will be fifty." I impatiently waited for Harry to take his seat next to me.

I punched him in the arm before Snape started up again. "Oww-" "As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any records of the topics you have covered so far-" I cringed as Hermione was the next to disrupt class.

"Please, sir, we've done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas and grindylows and we're just about to start-" "Be quiet." snapped Snape. At this point, I was sure my friends were trying to make me murder them. I just wanted to get this class over with, without getting on Snape's badside. I know he was set on giving us tons of homework with how things were going so far.

"I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had." Dean Thomas boldly stated. I couldn't disagree with him, but this was not the time for it and Snape looked more sinister than ever.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you- I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and Grindylows. Today we shall discuss-" Off the top of his head, he turned to the back of the textbook. "-werewolves." In our third year? No way.

"But, sir-" said Hermione once again reading my mind. "We're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks." That sounded like a great name for a band.

"Miss Granger." started Snape, whose voice was oddly calm. "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." I did as I was told, but others had to be told twice. "All of you! Now!"

After finally getting the rest to follow his orders, he started the lesson. "Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" I only knew the muggle's perspective of the werewolf, but of course, Hermione raised her hand.

"Anyone?" He seemed to be getting enjoyment out of ignoring her. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between-" "We told you." Parvati exclaimed, causing me to clench my fists. Did no one want to get through this with ease? "We haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on-" "Silence!" I had never heard Snape raise his voice before, but we deserved it.

"Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are…" If only they would've shut the hell up.

"Please, sir," Hermione still had her hand in the air. "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf-" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all." Hermione looked like she wanted to cry, but she knows how verbally cruel Snape could be.

Ron opened his mouth to defend her, which to me was completely futile. "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" I knew, before he even finished talking, that he had gone farther than the rest.

"Detention, Weasley." Snape declared, his face in close proximity to Ron's. "And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed."

We spent the rest of the lesson in silence, taking notes. Snape paced the classroom commenting on our previous work. "Very poorly explained…That is incorrect, the kappa is more commonly found in Mongolia…Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't have given it three…" I had no doubt about that.

When the bell rang, Snape held us back, extending our torture. "You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detention."

We three brunettes left and Harry instantly started to rant about Snape. "Snape's never been like this with any of our other Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, even if he did want the job. Why's he got it in for Lupin? D'you think this is all because of the boggart?" I shook my head. "This is way beyond that now. It's got to be something else."

"I don't know," said Hermione in deep thought. "But I really hope Professor Lupin gets better soon…"


We were being comfortably silent in the common room when Ron barged in. "Do you know what that wanker-" "Ron!" Hermione shouted in surprise. "-is making me do? I've got to scrub out the bedpans in the hospital wing. Without Magic!" I audibly gagged. He was completely pissed off, but I couldn't refrain from opening my mouth.

"Well, it's not like someone had you under the impervious curse when you opened your rather large mouth to address Snape the way you did." He grew even redder at my truth. "I was defending my friend. As if you know what that means." Not believing he had the balls, I stood up and got in his face.

"You're only saying that because I know the appropriate time and place to stand up for my friends." He looked down at me and spoke slowly. "Friends. You keep telling yourself that. Although, I have no idea who you're talking about." I teared up at that and with false confidence, strutted out of the common room, not waiting for Harry or Hermione to defend me, because I wasn't so sure they would.


The next day after breakfast, I did naught, but wish Harry good luck before heading down to the Quidditch pitch to get a good seat. It was raining, but it seemed to affect no one's mood. Neville sat next to me and Ginny on the other side. Not long after, Hermione and Ron occupied her right side. I sunk in my seat and kept my eyes glued to the pitch.

Oliver looked nervous and Harry seemed unable to take full control of his Nimbus. I cringed every time a bludger nearly hit him. "He can't see." I gasped and Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

The Gryffindor team splashed down into the mud under our section. I saw Hermione bolt out of her seat, so I raised an eyebrow at Ron. I wasn't speaking to the awful boy, but I could gesture to him. He looked sullen, but answered me by shrugging.

It seems that I wasn't the only one who noticed her departure because in the blink of an eye, the entire House of Gryffindor was leaning over the edge to see her tap Harry's glasses with her wand, no doubt casting the Impervious charm.

She ran back up to where we were and I high fived her on the way to her seat. "Brilliant witch you are." She smiled at me while sitting back down. "Couldn't have done it without you." I blinked out of shock and smiled back. She had been listening to me.

Screams interrupted us and we turned back to the pitch to see hundreds of Dementors pointing to the sky. Only Harry was that high and sure enough, it was him falling from it.

Pretty much all near and dear to Harry were crowded around his bed in the Hospital Wing. "That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." I whispered as Harry began to come to.

"Harry!" Fred shouted. "How're you feeling?" He sat up suddenly with panic etched into his face. "What happened?" I rubbed his shoulder, hoping he'd lay back down.

"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been- what- fifty feet?" I nodded and Alicia spoke up.

"We thought you died." she said shaking. Hermione was just as devastated. I was disheartened over the situation, but I was the most well composed female in the room.

"But the match," said Harry. "What happened? Are we doing a replay?" Was he daft? He just fell from the sky, yet here he was, worried about his stupid quidditch match.

"We didn't- lose?" He seemed so devastated. "Diggory got the Snitch," answered George. "just after you fell. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square… even Wood admits it." Fair those daft Hufflepuffs were.

"Where is Wood?" asked Harry, finally realizing that he wasn't present. "Still in the showers." said Fred, causing me to think dirty thoughts. "We think he's trying to drown himself." I frowned at the twin for saying such a thing. Wood wouldn't die until after I had my way with him and probably not even then, seeing as I would most likely want seconds.

I snapped back into the real world to see Harry nearly ripping his hair out. Fred shook his shoulder and I managed to remove one of his hands from his locks. "C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before." My eyes severely widened at that fact.

I'd seen him practice before, but had to be the world's greatest seeker for that to even be possible. "There had to be one time you didn't get it." reasoned George. "It's not over yet." assured Fred.

"We lost by a hundred points, right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin…" "Hufflepuff'll have to lose by at least two hundred points," continued George. "But if they beat Ravenclaw…" "No way, Ravenclaw is too good. But if Slytherin loses against Hufflepuff…" "It all depends on the points- a margin of a hundred either way-" I closed my eyes as they finished each other's sentences in a true twin fashion and without seeing them, it sounded like one person talking.

Minutes later, Madam Pomfrey told the team to leave Harry alone. "We'll come and see you later." promised Fred. "Don't beat yourself up, Harry, you're still the best Seeker we've ever had." The athletes all filed out and the rest followed, leaving Ron, Hermione and me at all three sides of the bed.

"Dumbledore was really angry." sobbed Hermione. "I've never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them-" "Just like Lupin." I interrupted before she continued.

"They left the stadium right away… He was furious they'd come onto the grounds. We heard him-" "Then he magicked you onto a stretcher," picked up Ron. "and walked up to the school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were…" He drifted off and I spoke up.

"We should really get rid of those monsters. I mean, they attacked an innocent student not once, but twice. You're not Sirius Black."

He barely nodded at me before looking around hectically again. "Did someone get my Nimbus?" I looked at him cautiously before sitting back in my chair.

"Er-" Ron started. "What?" said Harry, glancing amongst the three of us. "Well… when you fell off, it got blown away…" said Hermione meekishly.

"And?" Harry urged. I rolled my eyes and sat back up again. "It hit the bloody Whomping Willow!" "And?" He asked again, even though he knew the answer. The tree was called the Whomping Willow for crying out loud. What did he think it did, polish it for him?

"Well, you know the Whomping Willow. It- it doesn't like being hit." Ron said as if he knew from experience. Hermione grabbed the bag on the floor before explaining. "Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you came around." Then she dumped the splinters on his bed.

"The Firebolt comes with a very complex durability charm, already equipped." Harry glared at me through his soaking bangs and I quickly apologized. Maybe it was too soon.


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