Sorry, sorry, sorry. I really have no idea on what to do next. I could really use some help, so feel free to give some.

silentC: I hate it when the head thing happens. But it's really funny when it happens to someone else.

The run wasn't very far, but the day was warmer than most fall days. Sweat was beading on my brow when I finally came to the tiny town. The place was in an uproar. People were running, panicking, through out the streets. And the damn thing wasn't anywhere near here.

They needed to calm down, and fast. I turn and look for some place to stand. I climb up on to a stores wooden awning. "Everybody, stop!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I get the attention of people in the general area, but most of them still run like maniacs.

This calls for drastic measures. I reach into my jim-jams and pull out my wand. Pointing it in the air, I fire a round of red sparks. They fly up and completely cover the green Dark Mark. This time, everyone stops and looks at me.

"Okay," I yell at them, "everybody remain calm. Well, try to calm down, at any rate. That thing is at least a hundred miles from here. They can't get you right now, I'm here." I continue like this for another five minutes as the Professors come running down, wands out. Like there was anything worth fighting here.

Dumbledore clasps his hands together, pointing his wand at the ground. "Very affective, Ms. Dobbins," he called as I looked at him. "Now please, I do believe I can take it from here and you should be in bed. Misters Black and Lupin will escort you back to Gryffindor castle." I nod and slowly climb down. Severus comes over to help me.

We stare at each other. He smiled weakly, "The potion's working."

I look at the ground and nod a little nod. I didn't want to tell him that it was still hurting, that I'd just gotten up to find Harry. I didn't want to dampen his spirits, to possibly kill it when mine was dying. I walked past him, just wanting to sleep.

The two men who came in last night turn to walk with me. We look down at our feet, not talking to each other. The scruffy one, Mr. Lupin I guess, clears his throat and begins, "I'm Remus Lupin. I used to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I was James Potter's friend." That killed the conversation.

Until Black took up the call. "I was James' friend too. There were five of us, James, Peter, Lily, Remus, and myself. We were the terrors of the school, always together. We remained friends after we left. Who would've thought that James and Lily would end up together, much less than where they are now?" The conversation died then. I knew the story, all from the briefing. I never expected the human lose would be so great. It ruined just as many lives as it saved.

The school came up faster than I thought it would. On the steps stood many curious students, staring at the new red stars that covered the green Mark. Harry was at their head.

"Harry Potter! I told you to go to Gryffindor tower!" I scream at him. Had he no idea what could happen to him?

He looked downtrodden, whimpering, "But I wanted to see what happened with everyone else."

I sighed and marched straight up to him, grabbing him by the robes. "What everyone else was doing. If everyone else was getting the Dark Mark rammed on their forearm, would you go out and do it too?" I sounded like my mother. I hated it but it was for his own good. If he couldn't look out for himself, than I'd have to do it for him. "Kids these days," I continue, "no respect for death. I remember when he killed my parents. I know the pain better than you."

He pulled free and just stared at me. I'd crossed the line, and I knew it. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just different for me." Black and Lupin came up behind me, giving me support. He wasn't the only one who had lost because of Voldemort. And that bastard was going to pay.

As soon as I find him.