This one is kinda short too, but it's got Sirius in it, and some Remus, so you can be happy. No new reviews, but that's ok, I don't mind it. This is really just for me, to get my mind off things.

I fell asleep. The rocking reminds me of my mother, so I fall asleep. Like the old times. Poor Harry. He can't even remember the old times. His family was important, like mine. But it America, not so many people died. I was different, he was a statistic. What a horrible thing to say. The lose of any life is horrible.

Eventually, I open my eyes. Hermoine is sitting on the floor, still looking through books. Harry and Ron are having a game of wizarding chess. They are all eyeing the chair next to my bed every few minutes. I turn my head. Severus is sitting in it, eager as a puppy, potion in hand.

He smiles when he sees that I'm awake. "I made you the potion," he thrusts the cup at my face. Perhaps a bit too eager.

"Thank you, Severus." I sit up and drink it down. He takes the cup from my hand and strokes my hair a bit. He is my adopted father. "I think I shall sleep some more," I say to him. The potion doesn't come in non drowsy.

He looks slightly dejected but leaves anyway, casting a look in Hermoine's way and casting another at the boys. He quietly closes the door. Ron mutters something that sounds like creep and Hermoine hits him. She doesn't make eye contact with Harry. I guess that that has ended.

I try to laugh, but cough instead. Defeated, I slump back down to sleep some more.

It's night the next time I wake up. Ron and Hermoine are spread across the floor, sleeping. Hermoine is using Ron as a pillow; Ron is using an opened book and is drooling slightly on the page. I feel stronger. I get up and lay the blanket on them. Then I leave to go to the bathroom.

But I hear voices in the common room. One is Harry's, the other I don't know. It must be a man; it's too gruff to be a child. It sounds like barking more than talking. I move quietly to the edge of the door and peek around. Harry and the man are sitting down on the couch. I know that man. He is Sirius Black.

I scream, "Harry, get away!" and jump between them. I pull a knife from my pajamas and hold it to Black's throat. I let my guard down for one second and someone is already trying to kill him. Black laughs, and behind me Harry is too.

"So this is the best?" Black asks Harry, working around me. I don't take my eyes off him, but I assume Harry nods. Black grabs my hand with the knife pressed to his throat and bends it backwards, forcing me to drop it. I twist my arm around, forcing him to turn around, and wrap my arm around his neck.

"One more move like that and I'll kill you," I whisper in his ear. Harry puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me away. I can't believe it, he wants to die. Suicidal, all of them.

"Jen, met Sirius Black, my godfather," and he lunches into a long story about how Black was innocent, Peter Pettigrew was really alive and helping Voldemort, and Black had been cleared years ago. Only then did I relax.

Black rubs his neck and laughs softly, "You sure can pick them Harry."

"The funny thing is I didn't," Harry reaches down and picks up my knife. "Snape picked her for me." He hands me the blade back. I restore it to my leg holder.

The older man growls. "That Snape. Just needs an excuse to try and take over your life." That started me going again. I grab his neck and got really close to his face and growl back.

"Oh, sorry Sirius. She's really protective of Snape. Seems like he's more of a father to her, after her real one died of course." Harry puts in, pulling me back again. Now he moves between us, whispering, "Chill, ok? He's like my only family."

"Well, Severus is my only family too," I grumble into Harry's ear. He nods but continues to talk to Black. I stare off at the back of the Fat Lady. I begin to nod off again. Until I hear the door slide across the carpet. I'm wide-awake.

A man, scruffy looking, like he has cancer too, walks in and closes the door behind him. I look at Harry, Harry looks at the man. I assume it's ok, so I turn to the newcomer. He starts talking to Black and Harry, almost completely ignoring me, except for a sideways glance every once in a while.

I think of my mission, how I'm completely compromising it. If only this potion didn't make me so sleepy. I yawn and lay my head on Harry's shoulder. He starts to rock again, and I fall asleep.