Bel dreamt of her and Remus. She was pushing him down on a bed and then sitting on top of him, he tried to get up but she pushed him down. Her fingers would wind in his hair and then he would say a breathless meaningless, 'no.' Bel would ignore him and then kiss him, while letting her hands undo his shirt, lick his chest then undo his pants. She would grab Remus' member and stroke it, kiss it, lick it and he would moan and she would become excited, aroused. Slowly, sensually, teasingly, Bel would lift her skirt revealing her naked bottom. Remus would look baffled, 'You weren't wearing…' then Bel would grab his hand and show him where she wanted to be touched.

Bel groaned and woke herself up.

Her dream world had been a much better place. In her dream her body didn't ache, her head didn't pound, she wasn't bouncing, and it wasn't so loud.

"Oh my…" someone gasped. "Put her over there!"

More bouncing and loud talking that for some reason sounded muffled, as if her head was submerged in water. Then she was laying on something soft and then hands were on her; an image of Lucious. With a horrible shudder and practically a yell her eyes opened and she shot up into the sitting position. "No!"

A horrible pain pierced her head. She frantically looked around and saw she was in the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey and James were staring at her worriedly.

"Wha… why am I here?" Bel was startled at the sound of her own voice. It was panic stricken and high pitched and she sounded loud.

James opened his mouth but Madam Pomfrey turned to him, "I'm going to check her, please be patient, Mr. Potter." With a flourish she walked to Bel's side before waving her wand, shutting curtains around her bed. "Move the blanket, Ms. Potter." Her voice was almost a whisper and her hands were raised like she was trying not to spook an animal.

Bel looked down and saw she was clutching the sheets to her chest. Slowly, she let go of the sheet and pushed it aside. Isabel gasped at the sight of her body. Her uniform was torn, hardly covering her. Her skin was bruised and scraped. It all reminded her of what had happened with Lucious.

Impossible…If your brother doesn't notice this he's stupider then I thought.

"I'm going to check you, dear," she said to her as she came closer.

No! James can't know!

Bel swatted the hands away. "No! Don't touch me!" When she saw the look of surprise on Madam Pomfrey's face she quickly added, "I'm fine."

"Dear I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," she said quickly. "But I'm fine."

The nurse looked at her for a long minute before nodding her head, opening the curtains and walking over to a cabinet. Bel looked around and noticed James was standing by the door talking to Sirius who she hadn't noticed came in. She strained to hear what they were saying.

"…locked in the bathroom for twenty minutes before he seemed to wake up," Sirius was saying.

James had a guilty yet angry look on his face. "Did you ask him about this?"

Sirius nodded. "Doesn't remember a thing. He seems completely out of it, Prongs, like when you wake up from a dream. Don't jump to conclusions," he added the last part when he saw James' fists clench.

"I can't help it Sirius!" he hissed. "She's my sister! When I find out what happened and who did this…" he just shook his head.

They both stopped talking as Madam Pomfrey walked by them and over to Bel with a cup. "Drink this it will help with the pain."

Bel took a sip but when she received a reproachful look she gulped down the rest. Immediately all her pain disappeared along with her anxiety and she finally relaxed. With the relief came an overwhelming need to sleep and like a light she was out.

What seemed to be like a minute must have been hours because James was asleep on the cot next to her, Sirius was gone, and sunlight was shinning in through the windows.

A need to stand up over took her and she pushed the sheets aside and swung her legs over the bed. She felt stiff and a bit sore but stood anyways. "Ow," she groaned.

As if 'ow' was an alarm, James woke with a start, practically jumping. "Bel?" He grabbed his glasses off the night stand and stood up. He looked at her for a moment before frowning and then pulling her into an embrace. "I'll kill them," he whispered.

"James, let go, you're hurting me," she told him.

He didn't let go but did pull away, holding her shoulders. "Tell me."

"What?"

"Tell me who did this," he demanded.

After a brief hesitation she looked away. "Dunno."

He shook her. "Isabel Annamarie Potter, don't lie to me!" When she didn't reply he asked quietly, "W-was it …Remus?"

"What?" she exclaimed, bewildered.

"Was it Remus?" he whispered every word slowly as if he was trying to hold back vomit. "We were supposed to do some stuff after he returned from Astronomy. When we heard the other boys going to there rooms and Remus didn't show we… went out looking for him and we, Sirius and I, saw him… on you. We had to pull him off."

The gears in her mind were spinning. There were two roads this situation could go down. Bel could let James believe Remus did this to her and he would either forgive Remus eventually or things would get nasty. The alternative was to tell James the truth and let Lucious win because James would go after him for sure.

But she couldn't do that to Remus, that wasn't fair.

"No," she murmured. "Remus scared him off"

A weight visually left James shoulders. He sighed before saying, "Who did he scare off?"

Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, feeling a bruise there. "I can't tell you."

"Bel if you don't tell me who it was I have to assume it was Remus!" He was begging her, she could tell. He wanted to hear that it wasn't Remus so he could trust his friend. He wanted to hear the truth so he could find who did this. "Please, Bel."

I'm sorry James.

"I forgot my Astronomy book."

"What?"

"I forgot my Astronomy book so I went back to go get it. The trap door was already locked and he was waiting there. I tried to run away but he was faster and he pushed me against a wall," tears sprang to her eyes.

I'm so sorry James.

"Who?" he demanded.

"I swear I tried to fight back but he just kept hitting me. I almost got away once but I couldn't get away and he…."

"Bel, who?" he pleaded

She looked down at the ground. "…started touching me."

James stopped. "What?" he sat down on the bed. "He touched you? Like…touched you?"

She was crying now. "I…I'm… so sorry." After a moment she caught her breath. "But Remus showed up and he left. But…"

"But what?" James asked after a moment's silence.

A deep shaky breath shook her body. "He was acting odd like it wasn't him at all. Then…. I don't remember." She remembered perfectly well but couldn't tell him, but James had shone up, he had seen. "It wasn't Remus." She whispered, "It wasn't."

Tears repeatedly spilled and ran down her cheeks, Bel couldn't catch her breath. How could she have let this happen? How could she have done this to James? To Remus? Why couldn't she have been stronger? More prepared? IF she would have been more like James none of this would have ever happened. If she wouldn't have been so weak. So pathetic, as Lucious had said. Such an easy target.

"I'm so sorry, James!" She sobbed and it shook her body.

"Bel! Just tell me who, please!" he pleaded.

You've already done this much to him Isabel, just tell him. Bel bit her lip and stared at her brother for a full minute. "You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone."

"Alright," he said quickly.

Bel sobbed and sat down on her bed, "Promise me!"

James nodded. "I promise."

The door made an audible creaking sound as someone was about to enter. "Lucious Malfoy."

Bel could see the shock envelop his face before quickly being washed away by a wave of ferocious uncontrollable anger. But it had to be controlled because the people who walked in were the Potters, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Dumbledore.

"Isabel!" Mrs. Potter gasped before her and her husband rushed over. Mrs. Potter sat on the right and Mr. Potter sat on the left of her; both of them slinging one arm around her and the other grabbing her hand. "Oh, love what happened?"

"I'm fine," Bel said in a laughing tone trying to play it off as something small.

Madam Pomfrey mumbled, "She keeps saying that."

"Fine my arse!"

"Dear," Mr. Potter reprimanded. "Calm down."

"Charlus! Our daughter is hurt and crying! How can you tell me to be calm?"

"Dorea," he said giving her a look. He turned his attention back to his daughter. "Isabel, how are you?" He said tenderly smiling.

Bel gave a small smile. "Fine, perfectly fine. I had a bit of a… run in is all."

"With who?" Mrs. Potter asked, bewildered. "Who did this to you?"

Bel glanced at James who was looking at his shoes stewing in his own anger. Yet he stood silent though the gnawing of his lip gave away that he wanted to blurt it out and send a man hunt for Lucious. As the silence began to ensue Bel shrugged and frowned, "I …don't remember."

Both the Potters frowned and simultaneously asked, "What happened?"

Bel opened her mouth but Madam Pomfrey answered. "Broken nose, split lip, black eye, fractured shoulder, concussion, and just general lacerations and bruising."

Mrs. Potter rose to her feet. "How could this happen?"

When everyone remained quiet Mr. Potter also stood and gently grabbed his wife's shoulders. "What is it? Is there something else?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore who simply nodded, seeming to reassure the witch. She cleared her throat before she said, "Well, when your son, Mr. Potter here, brought her in-"

"James, you brought her?" Mr. Potter repeated to his son. He just sat there.

Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat. "When he brought her in the first thing I noticed was obviously the injuries, her head was bleeding considerably, and also she was unconscious."

"Please Madam, I don't mean to be rude," Mr. Potter said. "But get on with it already."

"When I went to examine her body she refused profusely and when she finally took the potion and went to sleep her clothes were ripped." The Potters shook there heads in confusion. "Ms. Potter also had bruising on her thighs."

Mrs. Potter gasped and sat down grabbing Bel and hugging her. Bel just looked down, ashamed.

Mr. Potter looked the nurse in the eye. "When you say her clothing…"

"I mean her under garments, Mr. Potter. There were no signs of... but someone was attempting to. I bring this up now in front of you all because I think its time we ask Bel some questions."

Mr. Potter glanced at Bel then back to the nurse. "How could this happen? A school is supposed to be safe."

"I can assure you Mr. Potter this has never happened before?"

"I don't care if it hasn't happened before! It's happened now! How is that reassuring!"

"Charlus, my friend, please calm down so we can figure out what's happened," Dumbledore finally spoke up. He walked and sat next to James across from Bel. "Ms. Potter do you remember anything about last night?"

Looking into his blue eyes, Bel noticed his piercing stare, yet it was tender and comforting. For a moment she thought about telling the truth, but then she remembered the repercussions. Looking away she said, "I honestly don't remember much."

"Anything is something."

She waited a long while, deciding what parts to leave out, what parts wouldn't deceive the rest of her story. She told them about going back to get her book and when she got there she was immediately grabbed. "I couldn't see who they were because they kept hitting my face. I tried to get away but they grabbed me and smacked my head against the floor…. Then I remember someone calling my name and then….that's all I remember."

Guilt ate away at her stomach as James fist turned white from squeezing; her mother began to hug her, sounding on the verge of tears; her father's back became deadly straight and his face was blank, meaning he was trying to be professional.

"That's all you remember," Dumbledore asked. Bel looked into his eyes and in that instant she knew he knew. All she did was nod. The Professor nodded and turned to James. "And you my boy, what do you remember?"

He was silent and Bel became nervous.

"James?" Mr. Potter asked.

He took a deep breath and looked up looking completely livid. "I was out and about, I shouldn't have been, but I was. I thought I heard her so I started calling her name." James took a moment to gain his composure. "I saw her just lying there. I didn't see the bleeding bastard who did this to her. I picked her up and ran straight here."

For once their mother didn't correct his language because she was probably thinking the same thing.

"May I go now?" James asked through his teeth.

"If you so wish," The Professor replied.

He stood abruptly and sauntered over to the door, ignoring his father and sister's calls. James kept calm as he walked back towards the dorm, slightly hoping he would see anybody he didn't like. Anyone. Unfortunately he didn't see anyone till he got in the commons.

"Potter!" Lily yelled as she came down the stairs. "Where's Bel?"

He simply brushed past murmuring a, "Not now, Lily." Leaving said girl stunned.

Remus Lupin woke up and his body immediately erupted with pain, he almost screamed in pain when he rolled onto his side. Remus stood and found he was naked in the shrieking shack. He walked over to a shattered mirror in the corner and looked at himself in one of the broken pieces; he was shocked to see his body ridden with bruises and scratches. This image had plagued his dreams but it hadn't actually been true for about a year, since the other Marauders had started helping him.

"You were being difficult," a blanket hit his face and he quickly used it to cover himself. Sirius was sitting on the bed. "You kept trying to get to the school."

Remus was silent for a moment. "Where's Peter and James?"

"Wormtail is sleeping, he's all tuckered out. Poor bloke almost got eaten." When Sirius saw Remus expression he laughed. "Oh no, no, no, not by you."

Remus let out his breath in relief. "James?"

Sirius became uncomfortable. "Eh.. . Prongs has things to attend to."

The floor boards creaked as Remus lay down on the floor. "Is he alright? I hardly saw him yesterday and when I did he wouldn't talk."

Sirius poked a dirty pillow on the bed and then tossed it to Remus who happily put it under his head. "Who knows? Probably cause of the Quidditch match. He can be such a tosser when he looses."

"….Now that I think of it, Bel wasn't in class either," Remus sat up quickly and then regretted it when his body screamed in pain. "Is there something wrong with the Potters?"

Before Sirius could answer there was an audible creaking downstairs. Without a word Sirius changed into Padfoot and slipped out the door. A minute later Madam Pomfrey came in looking harassed and sleep ridden.

"Sorry I'm late, Remus." She gave the boy some clothes which he changed into, which took a painfully long time. Madam Pomfrey sighed obviously irritated. "The night I have to deal with the Potters is the night you decide to ruff yourself."

Remus looked up slowly, having already learned his lesson about quick motions. "What happened to the Potters?"

The older woman gave Remus three potions. "The little one had quite the beating, poor girl." Realizing she said what she shouldn't have she added, "Hurry up, Lupin. Drink up."