* Ok, so I actually had this chapter ready for DAYS, I just didn't want to post it quite yet. I like making you guys suspenseful. I'm a really nice person.

John was walking with Clara and Ginger back to the Gryffindor common room from the Halloween Feast, when he met a mob of confused students.

"What is going on?" Clara muttered.

Ginger sniffed. "I don't know, but I'm tired. I ate way too much."

John looked at Ginger. "Yeah, you never want to do that."

"May I have your attention?" Dumbledore's voice boomed from ahead. John couldn't really see the headmaster, but his voice was loud enough. "Thank you," Dumbledore continued, "All the Gryffindor students must head back to the Great Hall, as there is some investigating to be done."

John rolled his eyes. "Seriously?"

Clara sighed. "Well," she linked her arm to John's and Ginger's, "We'd better be off."

The three friends walked in silence to the Great Hall. John was very bored, and he was itching to just get away from so many people.

And then, it got ten times worse, or rather four times worse because every single student from every single house was crowding the Great Hall.

"No way," John groaned.

"Well, I want to know what the bloody hell is going on!" Ginger snapped.

Right then, professor McGonagall closed the Great Hall doors. They were trapped in the Great Hall. Wonderful.

"As the teachers and I conduct a very thorough search of the school," Dumbledore's voice bellowed, "All students are to sleep here for the night. Prefects will stand guard outside the entrance of the Great Hall, while the Head Boy and Girl will be in charge."

Ginger moaned. "Percy will be in charge?"

Clara looked around the room, "More to the point, are we going to be sleeping on tables?"

As if Dumbledore had heard her though, all the tables flew to the end of the room, and the Great Hall was covered in a mass of hundreds of purple sleeping bags.

"Where should we sleep?" Clara asked.

Ginger grabbed her bag. "I definitely don't want to sleep close to the center. I'll be in Percy's line of fire."

Clara nodded. "We could go join Harry and the others." Was it John's imagination, or did Clara's voice quiver slightly?

"Sure," Ginger replied.

John groaned internally, since he was almost always with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. But, John knew that Clara's decision was final. He grabbed his sleeping bag, and followed the two girls to the corner where Harry, Hermione, and Ron had set up their stuff.

"Mind if we join?" Clara asked timidly.

Hermione nodded happily, until she noticed John. Her expression immediately darkened.

John sat on his sleeping bag. "So, what happened?"

Harry looked confused. "Um, weren't you there?"

John scoffed. "If I were there, I wouldn't be asking. All I know is that the Gryffindors were involved, since they seem to be the chattiest of them all."

"Oh," Harry said. "Well, the Fat Lady portrait is missing."

"Wow. Maybe she went on a walk?" John suggested.

Hermione sighed. "She's a portrait."

John nodded, then asked, "But is the whole painting missing, or just her?"

"No, it's just her," Ron said.

John scratched his head. "As I said before, maybe a walk?"

Hermione glared on John. "Why on Earth would she do that?"

"Um, maybe because we live in a magical world where literally everything is possible? Or, did you miss that?" John retorted.

"I reckon it has something to do with Sirius Black," Ron offered. "Peeves was yapping about it when we got to the scene."

John made a mental note of that. "So, Black is involved, and the professors are trying to find him," He made looked at everybody around him. "Perhaps, he's still in the school. Perhaps, he's looking for Potter here…"

Harry stood up. "Everybody keeps telling me that? Why?"

John snorted. "Haven't you noticed Harry, that everything that happens at this school is somehow connected to you?"

"You can't just make assumptions like that!" Hermione hissed.

John shrugged. "Probability."

"Alright!" Percy yelled. "Everybody in their sleeping bags now. Lights out!"

John was given three second of warning time, and every candle blew out except for the ones the ghosts were holding.

Of course, John couldn't sleep. He also had a faint idea that nobody else was asleep either. John could literally hear Harry's lips move, mouthing something to his friends. John didn't really care to pay attention to Harry's 'conversation,' so he left it alone.

John was starting to wonder if he would be able to sneak out of the Great Hall, but he decided against it. There were too many people on red-alert. John tried to concentrate on something else.

He settled on trying to listen to his heartbeat, counting each pulse. But, once he had been counting for two hours, he got bored. John struggled to find something else to entertain him. He decided to revise his multiplication table, and once he got to 1245 x 1673, he stopped. Honestly, he skipped a few of the easy ones.

John's body clock told him it was 3:47 AM. John sighed at the time. 10:47 EST… 7:47 PST… John tossed and turned with utter boredom. He kept thinking about random things like: food, animals, people, places, different languages…

John had a mental conversation with himself in German.

"Wie gehts?" sagte er hoflich.

"Mir gehts es gut," er antwortete. "Aber, ich bin unglaublich langweilig"

"Ich auch."

"Wir sind die gleiche person."

"Oh, ja."

John's thoughts were interrupted however, by a conversation between Dumbledore, Snape, and Percy. Apparently, Black had not been found, but all Gryffindor would be able to go back to their common room tomorrow. John sighed with relief, as he wasn't sure he would be able to stay sane any longer. Usually, he would just read books all night and not worry about sleep. Who needed to sleep anyway? Wimps, that was for sure.

The professors walked away silently, and Percy huffed indignantly.

At around six, John was once again startled out of his thoughts, but this time, it was Clara. He turned to see her sweating and moaning in her sleep. It was obvious she was having a nightmare. John wasn't sure what to do, though. He wasn't good with people.

John looked out the large windows. The sky was still dark, but he could see the sun's orange glow on the horizon. He turned back at Clara, trying to make out what she was saying. With horror, he realized his friend was… crying.

"I nearly didn't press that button! I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friend, making me scared... Making me feel like a bloody idiot," Clara moaned softly.

John got out of his sleeping bag, and started to shake Clara's arm, trying to wake her up. But, it just seemed to make it worse.

"Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language! Don't you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike! And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable! You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breath our air, you make us your friend. That is your moon, too, Doctor, and you can damn well help us when we need it!"

"Clara!" John whispered. He shook her a little harder. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, and her sentences were getting a bit choppier.

"Yeah? Well, clear off! Go On! Get back in your lonely... your lonely bloody TARDIS, and you don't come back — and you don't come back."

John backed off. What was it she said? TARDIS? He had heard that… John tried one last time though, to wake his friend up from her nightmare.

"Clara, you need to wake up!"

Clara suddenly lurched upward, and she slapped John right across the face. "You go away! And you don't come back. OK? You go a long way away!" She shrieked out loud.

John stumbled backward, touching his face. He didn't know what to say. Obviously, the whole Great Hall woke up at Clara's outburst, though.

Clara clamped her mouth. Slowly, she removed her hand and started sobbing. "Oh my God John. I am so sorry-" she started, but her voice broke.

John didn't say anything. He kept his mouth shut, and just stared at clara. He barely even noticed Ginger and Hermione coming up to Clara and consoling her, quietly.

"What is going on here?" Percy sneered from behind John.

"We're helping our friend, who had a nightmare, Percy," Ginger snarled back.

Percy looked a bit taken aback. "Very well, just make it quick," He turned back to the whole Great Hall, "All of you! Get. Back. To. Sleep!"

Harry and Ron were gaping in John's direction.

"Is she alright?" Ron asked.

"No Ron, she's fine. Why else would she slap me across the face?" John said warily.

Hermione snapped her attention back to John. "What did you do?" She hissed.

John pointed at himself. "Me? I didn't do anything. I was trying to wake her up!" He hissed back.

"Then, why is she crying?" Hermione snapped.

"It's OK," Clara said softly. "I slapped him because I was angry with him."

Hermione stroked Clara's head. "You mean John?"

Clara shook her head slowly. "No, um… It's sorta slipping away now. But, there was this uh- person who I was angry with," she laughed softly, "John just caught me at a bad time."

"Does it have to do with the Dementor?" Harry suddenly asked.

Clara stared at him for a bit. "I- maybe. I don't really know."

John looked intently at Clara for a couple seconds, and realized he couldn't decide whether she was telling the truth or not.

"I'm OK now," Clara said. "I'm sorry if I woke everybody up." She looked back at John with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for slapping you as well."

"Don't worry," John said slowly. "I get it a lot."

"You should get it more often," Hermione muttered.

Clara nestled herself back into her sleeping bag. "I'm good now, guys. I swear."

Everybody nodded, and they went back to their sleeping bags. John caught however, Harry gazing in Clara's direction for a second, before quickly curling back into his sleeping bag.