Okay well here's another chapter and its still based around that storyline although again I wouldn't say that this one is R rated, I'd say this is G cos its just a lot of shouting about nothing.

Firewalker32 your review made me think and yeah this is depressing its one of those horrible things that happens sometimes but I can promise you that the year gets better, in fact I'm having fun pairing up a few people, and its just happy times but I wanted to show with this year that the group all have different things happening around them to make them all different and that's why its like this but it gets happier.

I'm not sure what you mean about me not being so into these chapters, in fact the first five chapters of this has been written since last Christmas, you will find that I have written parts for other years that I really like and got into, and this is something I really enjoy writing. Being distant and away from everything and yet feeling as if it is the end.

These chapters are actually my favourite in the story so far, and I think it shows another side of the writing I do, and in fact this is the type of writing I've always done, before starting fanfiction for HP I'd never written anything happy only depressing. I understand you don't think I'm so into this, but this is truly what I am.

Okay now I've said that I'll leave it. Thanks to everyone else who reviewed and to my Beta Annie.

Year 3: Chapter 4

The creak of the door was the first sound she heard, it brought back memories of what had happened, she clung tighter to her friend scared that he was back to taunt her with what had happened.

"Miss Amanda? Miss what is you doing?"

The voice of Libby was like music to her; she pulled away and looked at the elf.

"Nothing, Libby," she wasn't surprised her voice was strained; she guessed she had damaged her vocal cords with the curtain.

"What is wrong with Miss's voice?"

This time she was unable to get any words out, she strained to make a sound but it hurt too much, she flung her hands to her neck covering it from sight.

"We were up most of the night catching up Libby; her voice will be back to normal later."

"If yous say so. Would you like me to bring yous breakfast in here, Mr. Black?"

He looked closely at the elf. There was something in her eye saying she didn't believe him. He shook his head at her.

"I'm not feeling very well this morning; I think that maybe I'll wait till later to have breakfast."

Again she looked at him as if he were hiding three-day-old porridge in her cupboard, but she left without ushering another word.

"Thanks."

The word though simple spoke depths to both of them. She was thankful that he had covered for her, and she supposed deep down she was thankful he had saved her.

"Why?"

Amanda looked up to catch Sirius' eye; she knew what he was talking about, but she didn't know what to say. She climbed out of the bed, wishing he had not put her there, and grabbed her drink from the breakfast tray.

Without looking at Sirius she gulped it down, the coolness stung her sore throat, but made it more tolerable to speak.

"It seemed right," her whispery voice sounded, "I thought it would be better for everyone."

"How can death be better for anyone?"

"You wouldn't understand; why should you? It's not as if you know what's going on."

Tears spilled down her face as she turned to look at him, she raised her hand and pointed at his chest

"I tried to tell you, I asked you to help me, you told me to leave you alone, you said you had more important things to do, you told me to talk to my friends, I thought you were my friend." Her voice was full of anger as her tears flew wilder down her face.

Sirius saw the anger in her eyes, he could hear it hidden behind her harsh whisper, and knew it was true, she had gone to him before they had finished Hogwarts and he had told her to go, maybe if he had spoken to her this would never have happened.

He felt his own eyes fill with tears, but bid them to stay. He would not cry and make her pity him, he had to know what happened to cause her so much pain. He lent forward to place his hand on her shoulder but she pulled back.

"Don't touch me!"

Even though it would seem a command to any other, he knew her to well, he heard the fear in her voice, and he knew she was scared of his touch now that she had fully awoken from her pleasant dreams.

"Please Mand, tell me."

"You couldn't handle it if I told you Sirius, you're just a kid."

"Mand you're more a kid than me, tell me."

"I'm younger than you if that's what you mean, but you act like the kid, and you'll behave like a child if I tell you."

"TELL ME!"

He watched as Amanda clasped onto the floor; she shook with emotion, and he wanted to help. But knew he couldn't, instead turning to pleading.

"Please tell me Mand, I need to know!"

"Fine...sniff...but you...sniff...but you must prom...sniff...promise me that you...sniff...that you won't inter...sniff...interrupt until I'm fin...sniff...finished...sniff..."

He saw the pleading in her eyes, the sorrow, he knew he had to promise, so he nodded his head and sat opposite her on the floor, waiting for her to start the tale of whatever had caused her this pain.