Rose woke up in a sweat and tried to calm down her fast- paced breathing.

She'd had another nightmare. Except this time she'd dreamt about the Dementor. She was standing alone in a field and a Dementor was coming closer and closer to her until-

She'd woken up instead of blacking out again.

Rose gulped to try and slow down to her heart rate. She remembered the papers she'd stuffed under her pillow and pulled them out.

One of the papers was from the NHS- the British Muggle Health Care System- on the topic of anxiety.

Rose scanned the papers and looked at the systems:

Racing "heart"

Feeling weak, faint, or dizzy

Sense of terror or impending doom or death

Feeling sweaty

Chest pains

Breathing difficulties

Rose re-read the papers to find these symptoms listed under "panic attacks." She shut her eyes. She'd experienced almost all of the above symptoms. She didn't want to think about it anymore so she tucked the papers back under her pillow.

Ms. Rivers walked in just then to put out Rose's breakfast and fix up her medicine for the day.

"Good morning," She said cheerily as she started lining up the potions.

"Good morning." Rose replied and reached for her cup of tea.

"I saw Harry and George came to visit you yesterday," Ms. Rivers commented "That must've been nice."

Rose nodded and allowed the warmth from the cup to spread to her hands.

"They're coming again." Rose added. Ms. Rivers nodded "Yes, it appears they've been marked in my approved guest book."

"Ms. Rivers," Rose said "Do you ever wish you were a witch?"

Ms. Rivers paused before opening a bottle of blue liquid. "I used to, when I was younger and about your age," She paused, "But now I've realized there's still a lot of things I can do even in the Wizarding world so it's not that bad. Is that something you worry about?"

"What?" Rose asked.

"Turning Muggle?" Ms. Rivers clarified.

"Yes," Rose admitted, "But I kind of think I'd have a simpler life being Muggle and there's something about that that intrigues me."

Ms. Rivers nodded and said, "It's OK, Rose to want to explore that part of yourself. If you do end up being Muggle, you might want to try to live Muggle life, that's OK."

Rose thought about what Ms. Rivers said before pointing out "You said you ultimately didn't like it, living in the Muggle world, I'd just assume I'd end up the same."

"Well," Ms. Rivers let out a light laugh, "Rose, we're different people. You might like living a Muggle life- it won't come without it's challenges but you never until you try." She paused before adding "And you don't have to worry about that now, think about it if and when it happens is my advice. For now, enjoy being around your loved ones."

Rose smiled softly at Ms. Rivers who patted her bed before leaving Rose alone.

George had come around 3:00 to begin helping Rose study.

"What did I miss?" She asked as she watched George take out three textbooks from his bag.

"Mostly Charms and Divination," George answered. Good those subjects weren't too bad.

"I'll take notes and you can read to me." Rose suggested and George agreed. He'd turned to a page in the Charms book about the History of Charms and began reading aloud to Rose.

They'd gotten an hour of work done when the door to the hospital ward opened- it was Bridget.

Ms. Rivers quickly walked in and tried to stop her : "Only approved visitors are allowed to-"

Bridget ignored her and rushed over to Rose. It was only when she was close that Rose realized she'd been crying and her face appeared to be very red.

"It's Bellamy's Dad." Bridget sobbed "He's been killed."

Rose's stomach dropped and she felt like she was going to be sick. Her prediction had come true.

She quickly got out of bed and along with George tried to console Bridget.

Just then the door burst open and Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape came rushing in. Professor Dumbledore walked over to Rose.

"Blaine Brownwood the Head of Legal Affairs at the Ministry of Magic has just been declared dead." Bridget tried to fight back more tears but she couldn't.

"How did it happen?" Rose asked feeling like she already knew the answer.

"Voldemort killed him, apparently going after those on his list of Muggle sympathizers." Professor Dumbledore answered.

Rose put her arm around Bridget and hugged her tightly.

"Where's Bellamy?" Rose asked.

"She's leaving the school to spend time with her family," Professor Snape responded.

Rose looked down at the floor and continued to hold a sobbing Bridget.

"Well," Professor Snape said, "Is there any safety procedure we should follow?"

Professor Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Bridget can stay here with Rose. You should just expect Bellamy to be absent from school for a couple of weeks."

Professor McGonagall hung her head and together the Professors left the room.

George stood up to go, "I'll leave you two alone…" but Bridget stopped him and said "No, you can stay. I just don't want to be alone right now."

George looked at his feet but returned to his chair. Together Rose and George comforted Bridget until she stopped crying.

Rose had wanted, multiple times, too talk to George about her prediction but held back each time remembering the time-turner. She had to tell herself 'George doesn't remember anymore.' Time traveling made things complicated.

Maybe she'd find Professor Dumbledore later to bring it up.

"I don't feel safe at Hogwarts anymore," Bridget said, "Sirius Black's on the loose, someone's dead at the Ministry… what's happening here?"

Rose and George looked at each other. Finally, Bridget got ready to leave and collected her things. George left with Bridget to walk her back to the Hufflepuff Common Room.

Rose was alone again. Ms. Rivers brought her dinner- a vegetable soup with some bread and beans- which Rose was very happy to eat.

She found herself staring at the moon outside her window, trying to get herself to sleep. She realized why she was having troubles sleeping:

Her dreams didn't feel like a safe place to be either.