We returned to the Leaky Cauldron, where Mrs. Weasley greeted Harry and me.

Mrs. Weasley is my surrogate mother. Since you know, my mom's gone with the wind.

"My goodness, Rosalie. Everytime I see you, you get thinner. And your always pale."

"Well, I'm always pale... and I didn't even notice." I smiled.

"Both of you could use a proper meal." Mrs. Weasley added. My smile dropped to my regular facial expression, and so did Harry.

"Hiya, Rose!" Fred and George greeted me.

"Hey guys." I said back. We fit well since all three of us are mischevious. Mine from my father, of course and I still wonder where they got theirs from... since their family are the prefect family, as they say.

Percy and I shook hands and Ginny and I gave each other a little hug. Ginny and Hermione are like the sisters I never and will never have.

We spent the rest of the evening eating dinner. The twins would make a crack about Percy's Head Boy achievment, which would make Harry spit up his water. Not on accident, of course, the twins are hiliarious. Ron and I would clap on our friend's back while Hermione cleaned it up.

Of course, Ron and Hermione were still arguing about her cat. While I whispered in Harry's ear, "Future Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

Of course, he had to laugh at that. Then they both looked at us.

"What are you laughing about?" Hermione asked.

"Oh... nothing, nothing..." I lied. I think Hermione even kicked Ron under the table once, which I would roll my eyes.

"All packed?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Almost," Ron said, through bites of pudding. Hermione and I gave each other a look and rolled our eyes.

"Of course." I muttered.

"Shut up Rosie Posie." Ron said. He would use that nickname (and the Slytherins would too.) to make me made.

"Whatever Ginger Weasel." I shot back. This is usaully what Ron and I usually do. Banter and tease each other, calling each other names.

"Hey, the ladies love gingers." Ron said. Of course, Harry and I had to smirk at that.

Hermione and I were in our room. She came back from helping Ginny with her homework.

"Ginny didn't do any work!" Hermione cried, walking through the door.

"Well, just shut up, I'm tired." I said.

"You're such a good friend." she said, sarcastically. Hermione and I are the girly-best friends, you can say. Yes, I may be a pure-blood from the House of Black and she may be a muggle-born, but I don't really care.

So, I'm labled as a blood traitor, as well as the Weasleys, obviously, as well as my parents and my aunt, uncle and cousins. But I'm proud that I'm one, I'm different from my scary-ass family (Black family).

"Wake up, Rose!" I heard Hermione's voice. I opened my eyes very quickly.

"What?" I asked.

"We're leaving for Hogwarts today, duh!" she reminded me.

"Oh, right..." I said, sleepily.

"Get up!"

"O-kay!" I said.

I got up, and took a shower. The water felt good. I got dressed and went downstairs.

Of course, Harry and Ron are the last to appear. Always.

After we were ready to go, we left for Kings Cross, doing the same routine we do every year. (Well, except last year Ron, Harry and I took a flying car to Hogwarts... long story.)

When we got to the over side for our train ride to Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione and I boarded the train, while Mr. Weasley took Harry for a real quick chat.

Man, the train was packed, but eventually, I found us a place to sit at. Lupin was there, but still, we had to find a seat for all of us. The train started to move.

Minutes later, Harry came in, looking, petrified, then he saw Lupin.

"Who's that?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked at Remus's suitcase. "Professor R.J. Lupin." she answered. No one realized it was my guardian.

"How -" Ron started by she stopped him.

"It's on his suitcase, Ronald." she told him. Harry still looked scared. He was probably as pale as me.

"Do you want to tell?" I asked.

Before he could answer, Malfoy and his stupid sidekicks (Crabbe and Goyle) came in the way.

"Look, it's Potty, and the Weasel... oh and Pale Poison Posie as well." Malfoy was being the bastard he was.

"Shut up, Malfoy." I stood up. "How about you go to hell?"

"Oh look, Black's being brave. Just like her father, or is it your uncle that escaped from Azkaban."

I gave him my death glare, which scared him, I could tell. But, he didn't show it.

Harry stood up. "Leave her alone Malfoy I swear to God you'll be sorry."

"Ah, Potter's helping his girlfriend, how sweet." Malfoy made fun of us.

For some reason, people thought we were dating. All thanks to Malfoy. But most people knew we weren't.

I groaned, and turned around, not wanting to look at him.

"Who's that?" Malfoy asked, referring to Remus.

"None of your damned business." I hissed.

"Oh, Black's just like her slutty moth-"

He didn't finish, since I slugged him in the face.

He looked scared, and ran off. So did his henchmen.

"Bloody hell, I'm scared of you now!" Ron said, as Harry and I sat down.

"Rosalie Jill Black!" Hermione cried, using my full name. Ron snickered. "Why did you hit him?"

"Because he's my cousin and I hate him, duh." I answered.

"I feel bad for you, Rose." Harry said.

"Yeah yeah..." I shrugged it off.

We were talking about Hogsmeade now, and Harry couldn't go, sadly. Then the train stopped.

"We can't be there yet." I said. It was now cold.

"Look at the windows! They weren't like that twenty seconds ago!" Ron observed. Scabbers and Crookshanks shrunk back, as Ron looked out the window.

"I think somebody's getting on... I'm not sure, though." Ron added. Then someone came in, which gave me a heart attack and Harry gave out a small yell.

"It's okay, it's me!" I recongized Neville's voice. Neville was a friend of ours.

"I'm here too!" Ginny squeaked.

"Do you know what's happening?" Neville's voice echoed.

"No!" I shouted, not mad, but, in fear...

"I'm going to go ask the driver," Hermione said and left us.

Everyone stay calm," I heard Remus say. We all shut up ASAP.

Then I saw a cloaked figure. It wasn't human, and I was freezing cold, and I wasn't happy anymore. It was a dementor.

Harry passed out by me, and I felt like I was next.

"We're not hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks, leave." Remus said. But the damned dementor didn't leave.

I heard screams. It was awful.

Then Remus's patronum made the dementor go away.