A/N: This part shall be dedicated to my best buddy, Mamfey (as she likes to be called) She has been a Beta for me, well…sort of. Plus, she has suggested a few storylines. One of which I have token up, the other one I haven't. She said I should make Harry suicidal. Believe me, I'm not that depressed to write something that depressing! Thanks buddy anyway!

After a week, it seemed as if everything was back to normal. No more Death Eater attacks had occurred so far and Alex was out of hospital and was now back to teaching. She still had her wand arm in a sling though, so it was theory work for a while in her classes. Lizzie filled Hermione and Ron in with why there was a death eater attack on Remus. Even Cho was out of the hospital wing, looking as bright as ever. Like I said, everything was back to normal, except Harry.

Harry was morbid 24/7. He couldn't keep his mind off Remus, lying in a hospital bed. He couldn't believe how Snape said he wasn't going to make the potion that would revive the last decent Marauder left. Lizzie was concerned for Harry, as were Ron and Hermione. Of course they wanted him to get back to his regular self, but they couldn't blame him for feeling down after what had happened to him.

"Come on mate, you got to eat," Ron suggested over the Gryffindor table at breakfast one morning. Harry was poking his toast with his finger.

"No, I don't feel like it." He said and he got up and swept away from the Great Hall. Lizzie, Hermione and Ron were left silenced as they watched him walked out of the room.

"You have to do something Lizzie," Hermione pleaded. "He can't carry on like this, he has the DA and Quidditch to think of, let alone his NEWTs." Ron rolled his eyes. Trust Hermione to think of studies at a time like this.

"I know I have to do something, but what?" Lizzie asked desperately. "I don't know how to deal with this."

"You just need to talk privately. Neither of us could get through to him last night." Hermione stated knowingly. You could see the cogs in Ron's mind whirring away and suddenly his eyes lit up and he grinned.

"I have a plan, let me tell you of one of the castle's many secrets." Ron said, intriguingly.

Later on that day at lunch, Lizzie went to visit her sister in her office, not wanting to look at Harry's sad face for a minute longer. This would be the first time since the attack where they would have talked properly. Lizzie knocked on the wooden door of her office in the silk covered Defence room.

"Come in," said Alex's familiar voice from behind the door. Lizzie turned the brass doorknob and entered. Alex was sitting behind a tall stack of parchments and she was wearing a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses with a feather quill in her hand. She was obviously marking some sort of homework and so she didn't look up at who entered her office.

"Hi," Lizzie politely greeted. Alex tore her eyes away from the parchment and saw Lizzie.

"Oh hi little sis! Didn't see you there," She welcomed.

"I guessed," Lizzie replied, her eyes on the large stack of parchment. Alex travelled Lizzie's line of sight.

"I know, only a week in St. Mungos and the work just piled up." She said, smiling lightly. Lizzie smiled back, but talking about work wasn't the thing on her mind. "Sit down." Alex offered, pointing to an elegant chair beside the booming fire. Lizzie took the seat and looked up at her big sister. "So what do you want to talk about?" She said, taking her seat behind her desk.

"Well…" Lizzie started, "I want to talk about the attack." Alex's face changed dramatically.

"Um…ok, what do you want to know?"

Lizzie thought, there was so much she wanted to know. "Why did you say it was your fault in the hospital? And why were you the first one there? Why weren't you hurt as badly as Remus?" Alex was taken aback by all the questions. She sighed.

"Well, I must tell you something Lizzie. Something you cannot repeat to anyone in this school. I'm not sure even if Harry knows. So please keep it to yourself." Alex said seriously. Lizzie nodded. "Ok, well back in my Hogwarts days, Remus and I were a couple." Lizzie's jaw dropped. "I know what your thinking, but it's true. We went out for a couple of years but it ended badly, we broke each other's hearts. I'm sorry to say that after Hogwarts, we didn't see much of each other until last summer when we moved back to England. Dumbledore had heard of us moving as Dad sent a letter getting you enrolled here and that's how Dumbledore introduced me to the Order and to this job. I met Remus at the Order's headquarters. It had been so long and things needed to be talked through between us. After a couple of weeks we realised that our feelings for each other grew once again, although we were ashamed to admit it." Alex finished. Lizzie was amazed, she had never heard her sister talk about her Hogwarts days or her love life. But even after all that, she was still confused.

"But that doesn't explain anything about the attack and what you said at St. Mungos."

"True, so now I am going to explain some more." Lizzie listened more intently, "Soon, we realised what we felt about each other and well," Alex stopped, thought, and continued, "We declared our feelings as it were. That night was the night of the attack, but Remus had to go out around four for his…because of his…well he needed to go out let's say," Alex finished her sentence quickly, " So when I heard about the attack and that Remus was the one being attacked, I didn't wait for Moody's orders. I apparated straight there foolishly. When I got there, I noticed that I was on top of a hill and the death eaters noticed me straight away and at the same time two shot different deadly curses. Remus, who was only standing a few yards away, jumped in front of me. The two curses hit him and he accidentally, whilst doing his hero act, knocked me backwards. I fell down the hill and that how I got like how I did. Fortunately, the other Aurors got there in time but the death eaters apparated away." Alex completed. Lizzie was stunned and didn't know what to say in reply. Just then, the bell went. Alex chuckled, "Saved by the bell."

It was early evening and all of the lessons for the day had finished. As it was a Friday, the castle was a lot more active then usual. Meaning that you were more likely to sneak around the castle unnoticed. Lizzie had grabbed Harry and pulled him out of the common room. She only hoped that what Ron had told her actually would cheer him up. Harry recognised the route she was taking, as he did it many times before the previous year. Lizzie got to where Ron had told her to go, there was a long tapestry on one side of the wall. Now what did she have to do? She hesitated to think. But her thinking came abruptly to an end.

"Are you looking for the Room of Requirement?" Harry asked cheekily. Lizzie felt a relief within herself. Harry said something in a happy way.

"Yes, now how do you get to it?" She answered in the same tone as Harry asked.

"Well you walked back and forth in front of that wall and think of what you need." Harry professed. Lizzie went and did what Harry had said. She thought 'We need somewhere comfortable where Harry and I can talk' and as if by magic, a door appeared. Harry and Lizzie both smiled as they went in.

The room was very cosy, it had a burning-bright fire and one very large snug sofa sat facing the fireplace. The sofa was as big as a double bed. Lizzie and Harry sat down, but Harry was perplexed as to why they were there.

"Lizzie why -" But his voice was cut across by Lizzie's.

"We need to talk privately." Harry gulped and nodded as he remembered his last encounter alone with a girl in the Room of Requirement. "You haven't been yourself lately. I know that and you know that. We are all worried about you. I have even seen Dumbledore look at you strangely during meal times." Harry looked down, somehow his girlfriend looking him straight in the eye was intimidating. Especially when she was about to talk about his late depression. "Harry -" Lizzie was abruptly stopped by Harry.

"I'm fine, things have just been getting to me recently…but I'll try harder to get better." He promised. Lizzie smiled sweetly. Harry thought she looked very sexy, and so he reached over and kissed her passionately. Lizzie kissed back, throwing her arms around him. Her mind didn't think as she ran her hands through his messy jet-black hair. Harry lowered Lizzie so she was lying on her back and Harry placed himself on top of her, their lips still locked. They got more passionate and lost all sense of what was around them. At the moment, the only thing in the world that mattered, was them. They started to undress each other and caress one other gently. They began to get more intimate…

(A/N: I know this'll be a great way to end it the part. But I have got other plans…)

The embers from the dieing fire were what woke Lizzie up. She found herself on top of Harry, naked. She wondered why she was there and how Harry was naked too. She recollected any memories of last night's events and then it came to her. It was the morning after the night before. She sighed, happily at the thought. Harry stirred.

"Hey," He said, yawning. "What time is it?"

"Past ten I think," Lizzie replied, blissfully. Harry looked at Lizzie and kissed her intimately again. After a while, they parted.

"Come on, we have to get back to the tower. Otherwise Ron will be thinking allsorts." Harry joked.

Soon afterwards they both got back to the Gryffindor common room. Lizzie went upstairs to her dorm and had a shower. When she came out, she saw Hermione sitting on her bed, reading what looked to be a muggle magazine.

"Hi Hermione." Lizzie greeted.

"Wow, out all night. You and Harry must of talked big time." Hermione replied.

"Er…yeah, we did." Lizzie lied. Hermione went back to reading her magazine. Lizzie got dressed into some comfortable clothes.

After a while, Hermione broke the silence.

"You got a quill I could borrow?" she asked politely.

"Yeah, top drawer in my bedside cabinet I think." Lizzie called back as she walked back into the bathroom. Hermione jumped off her bed and opened Lizzie's top drawer. There was no quill there, but a letter. Curiously, Hermione took out the letter and began to read. It was to a guy called Anthonio. Lizzie, remembering what was actually in her top drawer she raced back in the room and snatched the letter of Hermione. But it was too late.

"Who is Anthonio?" She asked sternly.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I know what you are all thinking; sex in the room of requirement such a cliché among the fan fictions! But where else is there to go? Dumbledore's office? Transfiguration room? (Although I have read a fanfic where Sirius and Remus have an 'intimate' moment on McGonagall's desk!)

May I just say that Alex is ambidextrous, so although her wand arm is in a sling, she can still write, and that is how she was marking homework.

Also, please could you at least write something in reply! If it's bad then the next part will be better, if it's good, it spurs me to write more! Please reply! And please ask any questions that might be playing on your mind!

Nic x x