"Remember, think of something that really makes you happy. A really prominent memory."

Harry had been saying things like that for the past ten minutes trying to get some form of a patronus to appear in the room. George was too busy laughing at some of the others faces to concentrate, especially Cathy's. She looked like she was trying to shit out a pine cone she was concentrating so hard.

He eventually settled down enough to try and think of a good memory. It wasn't as though he was stuck for choice. Birthdays and Christmas's with his family, playing Quidditch with his brothers, and going to Egypt all swam around his mind's eye before finally settling on getting his first broom.

"Expecto Patronum!" A warm feeling spread through his fingers and something sliver flew out of his wand. The silver mist ceased to reveal a sleek racoon, blinking up at him.

"Amazing!" he remarked, "Look Fred."

His brother turned around with a monkey clinging onto his jumper, "Haha! See this!"

Everyone else was beginning to get it as well, Ginny's horse galloped past and startling Fred's monkey so it disappeared.

"Cheers Ginny." He called over to his sister.

Meanwhile Cathy, was trying very hard to think of a happy thought that wasn't George putting his arm around her just before they got off the train to school. Seeing that nearly everyone had some form of a patronus, and determined not to be they only one, so she used that memory.

"Expecto Patronum!"

She was excited. What would it be? A graceful sawn like Cho's? A cunning fox like Seamus'? What appeared next she was not expecting. Waddling, yes waddling, out of the end of her wand was a small, bear-like creature with a squashed snout.

"What the bloody hell is that?" asked someone.

"You tell me!" said Cathy

"It's a Tasmanian devil." Murmured Neville Longbottom.

"A what?" said Luna airily, not taking her eyes off her hare.

"Tasmanian devil, they look harmless but they can be really vicious." As if on cue, Cathy's devil-thing began to charge at Hermione's otter, snapping it's little needle teeth.

But before it got a change to attack, a dull thudding could be heard on one of the walls in the room of requirement, making all patronesses vanish. A few seconds later a hole, just big enough to fit your fist into appeared.

"I'll make short work of this" came a high tinkle of a voice that could have only belonged to everyone's favourite person.

Suddenly, Cathy felt herself thrown back by a blast of stone and rubble. She opened her eyes to find everyone lying on the floor, disorientated or getting back on their feet, ready for a confrontation.

In the opening that had appeared with the blast stood, Umbridge, Filtch, the "Inquisitorial Squad" and Cho Chang.

"Traitor!" Cathy thought.

Next thing she knew, she was being dragged out of the Room of Requirement, by her hair by a great hulking monkey named Crabbe, or was it Goyle? She could never tell the difference, but either way it bloody well hurt.

"Ow!" she cried as her feet dragged along the floor. Looking up, she saw that everyone else was being herded out in a similar fashion.

Malfoy had grabbed George by the arm, and had his wand pointing at his throat. In your everyday situation, George would have chucked Malfoy out the nearest window by now, but all he could do was stare down at the little greasy git and wish him infertile.

"Get off!" he looked up at the familiar screech. Goyle, or was it Crabbe? Was dragging Cathy out by a fistful of her hair.

"Oi! What are you doing?" George hollered, trying to push past Malfoy, "Leave her alone or I'll…" What George said next would probably scar someone for live, not to mention make them very paranoid for the safety of their rear – end. The important thing is that Cathy was no longer pulled out of the room by her hair.

"Christ mate," muttered Fred, "for a moment there I thought you were her."

"Who?"

"Creepy Cathy. She really starting to rub off on you." Fred stopped and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and opened his mouth to say something else.

"Don't say it." George cut in as they were marched down the staircase to Umbridge's office, "Don't even think it."

The pain could only be described as unbearable at this point. The burning, white pain that was cutting into the back of her hands was getting that she could not take any more. She couldn't cry out as she had in previous detentions as Cathy knew it wouldn't make any difference, and her switching hands trick wasn't helping at all.

The room was silent, apart from the odd gasp of pain. Even now Dumbledore's Army was determined not to let her win. It wasn't as though the old headmaster was any help because he had pissed off to god knows where.

Cathy made the mistake of looking around the room, nothing fazed her that much until she saw Georges face. The pain and anger in it was too much to bear, causing Cathy to drop her head again. She felt her eyes welling up so she pulled the clip out of her hair and let it fall around her face so she could cry under there silently and undetected for the next hour.

"Here, Cathy!" George tapped her on the shoulder as they left the great hall after what could only be described as the most painful few hours of his life.

"What?", she turned to look at him, her voice unusually thick.

"Have you been crying?" he asked carefully.

"No!" she rubbed her tearstained cheeks, "Have you?"

"No!"

"Good then." She watched some of the others leave the hall, not wanting to make eye contact in fear of crying again, "What is it?"

"Erm…" George then realised he had nothing to actually say to her. So, not wanting to seem stupid, he said, "You should wear your hair down more often…yeah." Before walking off.

"Yes! Because that didn't sound stupid at all!" he thought to himself as he headed for the common room.

Well, it's not MASSIVE, but its big,. Hope you enjoyed it as I put a lot of effort into this bit. Keep reviewing!