AN: Again, apologies all around. I've had to study for finals and such, so until summer, it will be hard for me to update. Tomorrow, though, begins my last full week of school, so you shan't be without your beloved author for too long (modest, aren't I?). One of my reviewers mentioned the Boggart thing? That'll be in this chapter so no worries. Without further ado I bring you chapter 13. Never mind, there is one more ado... just thought I'd say that this is the longest story I have ever written to date, and the one with the most reviews. Love you all:). Now I bring you chapter 13:

.:Hospital Bins and Hogwarts Break-ins:.

I led the giant grim dog out of Hogwarts.

"Well, this is slightly distressing. I'm going to die soon."

The dog cocked it's head to the left, as though it could actually hear me.

"You are the grim, despite the name I have given you." I knelt down and began to pet it. "You know, once you get over the initial terror, you're not that bad. I've face worse than you, though. In first year, I fought a troll in a bathroom and was knocked out. Then we found the sorcerers stone and You-Know-Who nearly killed me. And then in second year, well, I don't even really remember anything. I was petrified by a basilisk in the beginning of the year, because, you know, I'm a muggleborn."

By the end of my little rant, the dog was growling.

"What? I'm fine! I could have come off a lot worse, being Harry Potter's best mate and all."

The dog licked my hand, but before I could continue talking, Harry himself came running down the steps.

"Blaire! We've got to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts! Who're you talking to, anyway?"

"The grim." I responded, turning to motion to Snuffles. There was nothing but slightly flattened grass where he had been.

Harry gave be a strange look, but pulled me along anyway. We soon arrived at Professor Lupin's classroom, where he a wardrobe stood in the center of the room, shaking slightly.

"Inside here, class, is a boggart. Can anyone tell me what that is?"

Hermione's hand shot up.

"It is a creature that takes the shape of whatever we fear most. Because of this, no one knows the original shape of the boggart."

"Correct, Miss Granger. Now, to get rid of a boggart, we must yell Riddikulus. Neville, would you please come up and demonstrate?"

After an increasingly hilarious class, it was my turn to approach the boggart. After a second's hesitation, it turned into a pile of moss.

Most people around the classroom looked confused, aside from Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They began to laugh as I quickly made the moss turn into ice cream that promptly melted.

Professor Lupin looked at me strangely, but did not comment.

"Class dismissed, everyone."

Harry frowned as he and Hermione had not been able to go up. I shrugged and walked out of the classroom, leaving Harry to talk to the Professor.

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Halloween steadily approached, and Filch had been clever enough to make sure that my detention landed on the holiday. So, as everyone else enjoyed a delicious feast downstairs, I was in the hospital, cleaning out the waste bins. Understandbly, I was quite irritable.

After finally getting the last one done, I sat down and leaned my head against the bed, waiting for Filch to come back and give me permission to go back to my dorms.

A panting alerted me, and I opened my eyes to find Snuffles staring at me, giving me grins that only a dog can.

"Well, Hello Snuffles! How are you today?" I said patting him on the head.

Before he could respond (not that I expected him to) Snape walked into the Hospital Wing.

"You." He said menacingly, his black eyes shooting sparks at me. Snuffles appeared to have disappareted because he was gone before the stupid bat teached could see him.

I sighed and looked up to the Professor.

"You're not going to give me a detention for doing a detention, are you?"

"Detention, Blaire. I do not condone to back-talking."

"What! I didn't do anything! You just have a stupid grudge against me because I'm friends with Harry!" I shouted. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rash with a Professor, but hey, the guy's a git.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore. Are you sure you're not helping an escaped convict in to hurt Potter?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "Why the bloody hell would I do that! Harry's my best friend, and I've never even met the bloke!"

"20 points from Gryffindor." Snape drawled. "Now get into the Great Hall."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I nearly ran out of there. Merlin, I hate that shampoo-deprived bat of a man.

When I got into the Great Hall, everyone was in sleeping bags. There was no room by Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry shot me an apologetic smile, which I returned.

I laid my sleeping bag down at the other end of the hall, and without thinking twice, I fell asleep.

Thanks for all the reviews! BTW, some people are guessing how Blaire and Black are related (it's fairly obvious). Yes, they are, but that's not the somewhat plot changing surprise that will happen at the end of third year. I'll update when I get 69 reviews! (tee-hee).