Chapter 30

I stayed in the hospital for a few days. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Draco and surprisingly Fred, came to visit me every day I was there. Cedric even came to see me yesterday. "Are you always injuring yourself?" He had said.

"Only when I need to be heroic." I had sighed dramatically.

"So you were doing something heroic in the forest!" He exclaimed. Darn!

"Give it up Diggory, your never going to find out." I said smoothly. "A Hufflepuff shouldn't be this curious anyway. That's a Gryffindor quality."

"Since when do you call me by my last name?" He had asked. "I thought we were friends. You've wounded my ego." I laughed.

"Is that all that you picked up from what I just said?" I had asked in exasperation. He smiled at me and the conversation had moved to other things like quidditch.

Once I was finally out of the hospital wing, it was Thursday. Hermione had been giving me my homework so I didn't fall behind in any of my classes. I also did a lot of reading since I had nothing better to do while I was lying in a hospital bed. The only books I had were my course books so I had no trouble getting back into classes.

I had Potions next. God I hated potions. It was terrible at it. Worse than Neville actually. The instructions are so vague. A pinch of this. A handful of that How am I supposed to know how much to put in? Somehow I always get the wrong amount. It's just like cooking and boy do I suck at cooking. That's why I had microwavable meals the whole summer. I was afraid that if I tried cooking I would either A) Set the place on fire, or B) blow something up. That wouldn't be the first time that happened.

When I was thirteen, I was trying to make cupcakes. I think I forgot to put in baking powder because it wasn't rising. Like, at all. I got frustrated and the cupcakes exploded. I didn't know why at the time but now I can only guess that it was accidental magic. After that, the tea towel on the counter caught on fire somehow. That was freaky. I had to throw it on the floor and stamp on it until it wet out. Now if I am going to cook I never do it without wearing boots.

Snape also really wasn't helping. I was glad I could draw the attention away from Neville but I did not like how the dungeon bat would yell at me for being 'so stupid that you can't follow the simplest of instructions'. It's a good thing I have money now, because I have burned through twenty seven cauldrons in the past two years. Now I wouldn't have to worry about going broke.

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Potions was as horrible as usual. After lunch I had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today is the day we're doing bogarts I think.

Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. "Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He stopped, right outside the staffroom door. "Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back. The class filed in and Professor Lupin closed the door behind them. "Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. "There's a boggart in there." He went on to lecture us about boggarts and teach us the spell to fight them. Neville went first and Professor Snape emerged from the wardrobe. "Ridikolus!" Now Professor Snape was standing there wearing a dress and I just so happened to have a camera. What a coincidence! After I had taken a few pictures of Snape in drag I put the camera away. Several people asked for copies of that photo and I happily agreed.

Everyone followed Neville's example and started facing their fears. There were giant snakes, mummies, a giant spider (guess who's that one was), and even a zombie. Soon it was my turn. I had no idea what I was going to be facing. I walked up to the boggart and it changed form.

Standing in front of me was Albus Dumbledore. A very angry looking Albus Dumbledore. He had his wand pointed at me. Then he spoke so no one but me could here,"You know too much. You must be obliviated, for the greater good." I quickly lifted my wand. "Ridikolus" I said and his wand turned into a flower. It drooped in his hand. He tried casting a spell on me but all he did was shake the flower around with a pissed off look on his face. I moved to the back of the line. Remus was looking at me funny. It was then that I realized he must have heard what the boggart said because of his Werewolf hearing. That might be a problem.

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"Why is your boggart Dumbledore?" Ron asked me later at dinner.

"I'm just afraid of Dumbledore being angry at me. Who would want a powerful wizard after them?" I said. It was a half truth. "No offense Harry." I added afterwards.

"None taken." He replied.

Once dinner was finished Dumbledore stood up. "I would like to see Miss Joanne Rogers in my office please." He said. That was smart of him. He said it in front of everyone so that I can't not go. Lupin was looking between me and Dumbledore curiously. He must be suspicious because he heard what my boggart said, but he would never do anything. Everyone here thinks Dumbledore is a god.

Dumbledore stood up and I reluctantly followed him out of the hall. He lead me to his office and said the password for the Gargoyle. It jumped aside and I trailed after him as he walked proudly to his desk. He sat down in his throne-like chair and gestured for me to take the small seat opposite him. I knew he was trying to intimidate me and it was working. I sat down in front of him and waited for him to speak. I didn't want him to know his intimidation tactics were working so I put on an angry face. It was easy because while I was a little afraid of Albus Dumbledore, I was also extremely angry.

"Did you or did you not read the book you took from my office?" He asked me as he stared me down.

"I have no idea what your talking about." I said with a confused expression plastered on my face.

"We both know that's not true. Did you read it?" He asked me.

"This conversation sounds very familiar to the one I had with you yesterday. Frustrating isn't it?" I said smoothly.

"Answer my question truthfully!" He yelled angrily. "Did you read it?"

"Yes." I admitted. "I read it. You have been naughty Dumbledore. I believe pulling people through time is illegal."

"I had to do it for the greater good." He insisted.

"And why couldn't you tell me the truth when I arrived?" I said, my volume rising slightly.

"You were too young." He said simply. "You wouldn't have understood." That is what really set me off.

"TOO YOUNG! TOO YOUNG! I was fifteen. Your spell made me de-age four years!" I yelled. "Your spell pulled me from my family and from everyone I loved! Your spell is the reason I'm cursed! You went to far Dumbledore! But none of that is what really pissed me off. What pissed me off is that you didn't tell me anything. Sharing information isn't how you operate. You treat people like chess pieces and you pretend to be an all knowing god but the truth is Albus, your a human being just like the rest of us. You have no right to withhold important information!"

If I thought Dumbledore was angry before, now he was furious. He took his wand out and held it by his side. "I never intended you to know that." He said. "I'm going to have to obliviate you. It's for the greater good you see. I need people who will follow me without question. Hagrid is grateful I gave him a home. Harry is grateful I took him away from the muggle family he live with. That was why I out him there after all. Remus is grateful I gave him a job. You should have been grateful that I payed for your things and let you go to school but now you know too much." Wow my boggart was pretty accurate.

He lifted up his wand and pointed it at me. I quickly took out mine but he easily disarmed me. "Obliviate" He yelled at the same time I whispered, "Protego" . I wandlessly put up a shield just in time. His memory charm hit my shield and made me fall backwards from the sheer power behind it. I got up. He quickly put his wand away. I don't think he knows I put up a shield. "What were we talking about again?" I asked.

"I was just telling you that I found out who brought you here." He lied with an easy smile. "It was Voldemort." Of course he blames his bad deeds on Voldemort. I should have expected as much.

"Well thanks." I said as I left. I opened and shut the door and was surprised to see Remus Lupin standing in front of me looking alarmed. He must have wanted to check on me because of my boggart. It looks like he heard everything that happened.

"Can I see you in my office, Joanne?" He asked.

"Of course Professor Lupin." I replied politely.

He lead me to his office and sat me down in the chair opposite his desk. I saw him wordlessly cast some charms to make sure no one could hear what we were saying. Once he was done he sat down opposite me. "Can you please tell me what you've been doing the last few days?" He asked me kindly.

"If you want to see if Dumbledore really obliviated me that is a no." I said. "He thinks he did though and I want to keep it that way." I decided I could trust Remus. He looked quite surprised. Then he looked thoughtful.

"Are you from the future?" He asked me suddenly. I was a little caught off guard but I nodded. Since he figured it out, I told him everything. I explained how I woke up her and how I had future knowledge. I explained how I wasn't really a seer and why I was so angry at Dumbledore. That Sirius Black was definitely innocent and how we should take Peter to the ministry. It felt so good to just get it all off my chest.

"So you know I'm a...a..." He started but trailed off.

"A werewolf?" I questioned. He nodded.

"And you don't care?" He asked.

"No. Your only a werewolf once a month. It's who you are the rest of the time that counts." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

I left his office and went back to Gryffindor tower to go to bed.

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