Sorry! I've been busy and I'm not proud of it. I'm doing this as a two parter because there's just so much to write and I've been very lazy. I'm not going to lie. If you've stayed with me this far I'm so sorry I haven't updated. There is no excuse. Please forgive me.

The Marauders Map:

Harry was still in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey made it perfectly clear that Harry should spend the rest of the weekend in bed resting. Harry didn't seem to mind, though he wouldn't let her throw away the remnants of his Nimbus Two Thousand. That was his first broom. He'd won every game on that broom.

It was clear that Harry was heartbroken over losing the game, especially his broom.

I didn't want to visit Harry. He made it very clear that he didn't want to see me. He almost dies and he's still mad at me. I didn't know what to do. Hagrid told me it would be okay in the end and to give him time, Hermione and Ron said they would talk to him about it, and Fred and George were trying to cheer me up.

"Lizzy lets go for a walk." Fred says smiling down at me now.

"I'm okay. You guys don't need to try and cheer me up I'm fine." They glance at each other. I put on my best face and smile up at them. "Trust me I'm okay. I'm just going to go to the library and do some homework. I'll talk to you two alter."

They weren't happy with that answer, but they nodded.

"Okay, but seriously we're here if you need us."

"We'll always be here for you."

I wave bye with a smile on my face before leaving the dormitory. I walk past students and teachers. Professor Lupin was walking in the same direction as me. He still looked sick. Paler than normal. His hair a mess, it looked like no matter how hard he tried to fix it, it just wouldn't stay in place.

"Evening Elizabeth, you off to see Harry?" I look up at him forcing a smile. "I was just headed to the library, Harry has enough visitors. I'll see him when he gets out." Professor Lupin frowned. "You know Elizabeth you can see him. He is your brother and I'm sure he would be thrilled to see you."

I shake my head.

"No, we got into a fight the night before the match and he's still mad at me." He gave a soft comforting smile. "What was the fight about?"

"Something stupid is all." He nodded. "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea? I know when my spirits are down a nice cup of tea makes me feel much better." I shrugged following him to his office where he made us two cups.

His office was nice and warm. Much nicer than outside in the halls. It was still raining but thankfully not as bad as the match.

"How're you feeling?"

"Fine,"

He shook his head. "That isn't what I meant Elizabeth," Handing me my tea. I stare at the desk and force a smile to my lips. "I'm okay, really. I'm just worried about Harry is all." Professor Lupin pulled out some chocolate and slid it over toward me.

"I figure Chocolate always makes everything better." He explained at my curious look.

I nodded and bit off a small chunk. "I wouldn't be too worried over Harry, he is in Madam Pomfrey's care. She's one of the best healers here at Hogwarts." I nodded in agreement.

It was silent between us. I didn't know what to talk about.

"What was this fight about if you don't mind me asking?" He was genially worried about me.

"Professor Snape…" he nodded looking away as if already been through this conversation before. "Harry doesn't like him."

"No, he absolutely hates him." He chuckled to himself. Stuck in a memory of sorts with that far off look. "I bet he hates you spending your free time with him as well." He said finally meeting my eye.

I found myself smiling a bit. "You could say that. Everyone finds it weird that I use my free time to help Professor Snape."

He nodded as if understanding everything completely now. "Don't fret too much Elizabeth, if Harry is anything like your father he should calm down soon enough." He knew my father?

I wasn't going to question it. Basically, everyone knew my parents in snippets. He must have been one of them who knew my parents briefly. But that look in his eyes were telling me something different. Maybe he was close to my parents.

"I hope so, it's tough not talking to Harry."

"Of course, it is. You two have been through hell and back. I only hope that the end of your troubles is this. I also know from what I've seen is that Harry would do almost anything to protect you." I didn't know what to say. I knew Harry would help me if I asked him. I just wanted Harry to be better right now.

"Try not to worry, everything will be fine." He said calmly. I smile up at Professor Lupin and nodded. We chatted for a bit longer before I left to the hospital wing. I needed to see Harry. Walking in just as the Quidditch team decided to leave Fred and George gave me a hug before I could walk in.

Ron and Hermione were talking to Harry smiling and chatting about something to get Harry's mind off the match.

"Hey…"

Harry stared down at me a frown on his lips. "Hey."

Ron and Hermione looked around nervously. "We'll be back we're going to uh, get some food." Hermione said sensing the awkward tension between the two of us.

"Yeah, mate. Want us to bring you anything?" Harry shook his head and they were gone.

Neither Harry nor I spoke for the first moment. I was shifting for a bit before I spoke up. "How're you feeling?" He looked away. "Better than before."

It was quiet again. I couldn't take this silence. "I'm sorry we fought." He stared at me now. "I'm sorry you lost, I-I…" his hand grabbed mine.

"I'm sorry." Now I was confused.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you like I did. I was mad and you didn't deserve it." He said softly. He was looking away but he wouldn't let go of my hand. "I didn't mean anything I said. You're the best sister a guy could ask for."

Taking a seat beside him I felt myself start to be happy. "Do you need me to get you anything? Professor Lupin wanted me to give this to you." I quickly pulled out a chocolate bar. "Professor Lupin must really like chocolate." We laughed together. It was nice to be with him again. I missed my brother.

"It's really strange, he seemed fine when I saw him today. He looked sick but he was well enough to be walking around the castle." Harry nodded thinking it over. He didn't want to get into another fight but I could tell he was thinking of the potion Professor Lupin drank the other day.

"Maybe he was just under the weather." We decided to shrug it off…I thought back to the match. He was really upset about it. More than usual. This was his first lost but something happened up there. "Harry…something happened up there…right?"

Harry hesitated. "Yeah…" He was trying to explain it. "I haven't told anyone about what happened. They just know the Dementors were up there." I nodded looking him over waiting patiently for him.

"I saw the Grim up there." I didn't believe in the grim but Harry was actually scared up there. But giving the occurrences that happened this year…it's hard to not think something's after you. He almost died! Falling fifty feet off his broomstick. He might have gotten spooked by the Dementors and tried to escape. But then he flew away; could that have caused him to get attacked….right? There wasn't really a Grim right?

No. No one was going to hurt my brother. I'd make sure of it. He wasn't in this alone. I wasn't going to be scared anymore. I couldn't.

"That's not all..." I looked at him confused. "I heard… I heard mom…I heard her screaming in my head. Begging for us to be spared…I keep hearing her screaming…The Dementors…when they're around I hear her screaming. Begging for us to be saved." He was taking his time, thinking of the right way to tell me I guess.

He heard our mother screaming. That's what the dementors were making him remember. I knew the match would take a turn for the worst, but I didn't think…I wasn't sure what would happen.

"Harry…"

"I keep hearing Voldemort laughing as he kills her. I can't sleep…every time I try, I hear her screaming."

"Oh Harry…" he gave a forced smile. Scooting over so I could sit with him. I did right away and hugged him. He needed one.

"I'm so sorry." We stayed like that for who knows how long. But when Ron and Hermione returned they were happy.

Around six Madam Pomfrey told everyone they had to leave.

Monday morning Harry was back in class and he seemed happier that way.

The only problem was Draco kept taunting Harry. He had just taken his bandages off, and his way of celebrating having both arms again by doing spirited imitations of Harry falling off his broom. It wasn't something to taunt. He could have died! I couldn't take it anymore. "Will you knock it off!" I snapped during the middle of potions. Professor Snape looked up from his desk to see what was going on.

"Miss Potter." Professor Snape warned.

"Sorry Professor but I cannot focus on the lesson with him making those imitations of Harry falling off his broom!" I growled out. Draco smirked still happy Gryffindor lost. "I didn't know near death experiences was a sort of joke." Harry looked down at his desk. He didn't want to be the center of attention right now.

Professor Snape sighed shaking his head "Five points from Slytherin. No more disruptions." Professor Snape snarled it wasn't much but at least it shut Draco up. After Potions was lunch. Ron threw his arm around my shoulder pulling me into a hug. "Someone had to shut Malfoy up."

"You didn't have to do that Lizzy." Harry said softly. "I wasn't paying him much attention anyway."

"He shouldn't have done it in the first place! You could have died Harry! That isn't something to put off lightly. He should be expelled!" Hermione spoke, shaking her head. Some of her bushy hair flew around as she sat down.

"Just think how amazing Hogwarts would be without Draco Malfoy." Ron said a faraway look etched on his face. The thought was like a fantasy. It was a wonderful thought, but everyone knew Draco Malfoy would still be here.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was next. I was actually worried Professor Snape was going to teach again. I didn't want to see the same thing happen again. "If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving off," Ron promised. "Check who's in there, Hermione."

Neither Ron nor Harry wanted to be seen if it was Snape. Hermione peered around the classroom door.

"It's okay!" My heart calmed tremendously. Today would be a good class.

Professor Lupin was back at work. It certainly looked as though he was sick. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark circles under his eyes; yet he still smiled at his class as we took our seats. It wasn't long before everyone burst with their complaints.

"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"

"We don't know anything about werewolves two rolls of parchment?!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Professor Lupin asked frowning slightly. The babble broke out again.

"Yes, but he said we were really behind he wouldn't listen…"

"-two rolls of parchment!"

Professor Lupin smiled softly at the look of indignation on everyone's face.

"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to write the essay."

"Oh no," Hermione looked very disappointed. "I've already finished it!" I was halfway done but it wasn't a shocker that Hermione was already done.

The lesson was enjoyable like always. We learned about a Hinkypunk. Professor Lupin let us pass around a glass box containing a Hinkypunk. It was a little one legged creature who looked as though he were made of wisps of smoke, rather frail and harmless looking.

"Lures travelers into bogs," Professor Lupin said. I quickly underlined that part in my notes. "You notice the lantern dangling from his hand? Hops ahead, people follow the light, then…"

The Hinkypunk made a horrible squelching noise against the glass.

When the bell rang everyone gathered up their things and headed for the door. "Wait a moment, Harry," Professor Lupin called. "I'd like a word." Harry glanced at Ron, Hermione, and me. I shrugged.

"We'll see you outside." I told him with a smile.

With Harry:

Harry doubled back and watched Professor Lupin covering the Hinkypunk's box with a cloth. "I heard about the match," Professor Lupin said turning back to his desk and starting to a pile of books into his briefcase. "And I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it?"

"No, the tree smashed it to bits." Harry said heartbrokenly.

Professor Lupin gave out a sigh. "They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy named Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance."

Harry wondered if he heard that he and Ron flew the Weasley car into the Whomping Willow the year before.

"Did you hear about the Dementors too?" Harry was having difficulty saying that. He hated the Dementors.

Professor Lupin looked at him quickly. "Yes, I did. I don't think any of us have seen Professor Dumbledore that angry. They have been growing restless for some time, furious at his refusal to let them inside the grounds…I suppose they were the reason you fell?"

"Yes," Harry hesitated. He wanted to know why they affect him so much. It bubbled inside him until he couldn't hold back. "Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I just…?"

"It has nothing to do with weakness," Professor Lupin said sharply. "The Dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have."

A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Professor Lupin's gray hairs and the lines on his young face.

"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, the glory of decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can't see them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself…soulless and evil. You'll be left with nothing but the worst experiences in your life. And the worst that happened to you, Harry, is enough to make anyone fall off their broom. You have nothing to feel ashamed of."

"When they get near me…" Harry stared at Professor Lupin's desk, his throat felt tight. "I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum."

Professor Lupin made a sudden movement as if he were about to grip Harry's shoulder but thought against it. It was silent for a while before Harry spoke up again.

"Why did they have to come to the match?" Harry asked bitterly.

"They're getting hungry," Professor Lupin said coolly, shutting his brief case with a snap. "Dumbledore won't let them in the school, so their supply of human prey has dried up…I don't think they could resist the large crowd around the Quidditch field. All the excitement, emotions running high, it was their idea of a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry muttered. Professor Lupin nodded grimly.

"The fortress is set on a tiny island, way out to sea, but they don't need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they're all trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheery thought. Most of them go mad within weeks."

"But Sirius Black escaped from them," Harry said slowly. "He got away…"

Professor Lupin jolted in surprise causing his briefcase to slip off his desk. He had to stoop quickly to catch it. The thought of his old friend. Alone in Azkaban…wrongly accused. Sirius would never do such a thing to his friends. He would have died than tell Voldemort where Lily and James Potter were. He begged Dumbledore to believe him. Begged anyone to believe him but still Sirius was locked up. His best friend. Wrongly accused and suffering for it.

Thankfully Harry wasn't paying as close attention to Professor Lupin. Stuck in his own thoughts about the Dementors.

"Yes," He said straightening up, "Black must have found a way to fight them. I wouldn't have believed it possible…Dementors are supposed to drain a wizard of his powers if he is left with them too long…"

"You made that Dementor on the train back off," Harry said suddenly.

"There are…certain defense one can use," Professor Lupin said. "But there was only one Dementor on the train. The more there are, the more difficult it becomes to resist."

"What defenses?" Harry asked at once. "Can you teach me?" Harry was willing to do anything to keep the Dementors off his back. They were constantly attacking it seemed to be him. If he could find a way to fight back then of course he would jump at the chance to learn it.

"I don't pretend to be an expert at fighting Dementors, Harry, quite the contrary…"

"But if the Dementors come to another Quidditch match, I need to be able to fight them…"

Lupin looked into Harry's determined face and saw nothing but James. Remus hesitated before nodded. "Well…alright. I'll try and help. But it'll have to wait until next term, I'm afraid. I have a lot to do before the holidays. I chose a very inconvenient time to fall ill."

Harry quickly agreed. "How are you and Elizabeth fairing. We spoke briefly, and it had me concerned for the two of you."

Harry smiled sadly. "It was a stupid fight…we're better now. We usually can't stay mad at each other for too long." Lupin nodded pleased to know they were okay again.

"Well, that's wonderful. I won't hold you back any longer. I'm sure your friends are getting awfully worried."

With the promise of anti-dementor lessons from Professor Lupin, the thought that Harry might never have to hear his mother's death again, and the fact that Ravenclaw flattened Hufflepuff in their Quidditch match at the end of November, Harry's mood took a definite upturn. Gryffindor was not out of the running after all, although they could not afford to lose another match. Wood worked his team as hard as ever in the chilly haze of rain that persisted into December.