Sorry I haven't updated, I was busy with the weekend, 2012 for me! HNY.

Thanks Arrows the Wolf, and lollypops101. Now I will answer your question.

Are you going to continue on with this once PoA is finished?

Probably... Very likely yes.

"Get up, Rose!" I heard a voice say.

"Five more..." I opened my eyes, seeing Hermione. "Minutes?"

"Rose, we gotta get to breakfast!" said Hermione.

"Christ I don't know how I can handle you sometimes... just kidding." I added the last part quickly, since she gave a glare, but we both knew it was a tease.

So, half-satisfied, I got ready. Hermione looked pleased to see that she was a boss (sarcasam), and we both walked down the stairs, where our buddies were waiting.

"Morning Potter, hey Weasley." I greeted.

"Morning Rosalie." the boys replied. We walked down to the Great Hall, and started eating. Of course, the boy who thinks he owns the school also known as Malfoy, began to imitate Harry fainting.

I flipped him off. I pointed my index finer to him. Then gestured my fist into my palm.

Harry muttered, "Whatever." angrily, then began to butter his toast furiously.

"Forget him." I told my best friend.

"Rose's right." Fred agreed. "Don't let him get to you. He's a git."

"Dementors make everyone feel shakey." George added, and I nodded in agreement. "Terrible feeling, you know. Besides, that git came bursting into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

That made me laugh.

Fred nodded in agreement. "First game of the season versus Slytherin, too. We'll show him."

Harry smiled. "You're right," Harry told us. Then Hermione handed us our third-year schedules.

"Well, looks like we have Divination first." Ron sighed. He then looked over at Hermione's. "Whoa, Hermione, there's a mistake with yours."

Harry and I looked too.

"Dayum, Ron's right." I muttered.

"Yeah, you have like ten subjects a day." Harry obsereved. "Oh, look! There's three classes for nine o'clock. Don't you have Divination with us?"

"Yes, I do." Hermione nodded "Now, let's get going, shall we?"

The four of us left the Great Hall, and we heard my third cousin's roar of laughter and other Slytherins. I sighed in annoyance. Who do they think they are? The bosses of this school?

To make a long story short, it took us ages to get (and to find) the North Tower to find the Divination class. I thought of my father. Why the hell did he escape Azkaban in the first place?

Plus, I've been hearing all this nonsense about his insaneness. (Not sure if it's a real word, but it is in my dictionary.)

Also, I wonder if anyone thinks (or knows) about who my father is. Not even my best friends know! I mean, how could I tell them that? Especially Harry. I could picture that now.

"Hi Harry, I gotta tell you something. You know, my father is accused of betraying your parents. And it's Sirius Black, by the way."

And especially if I told them this year? Nope, not a chance.

Once we got to class, all four of us sat in the front, at the same table. Then, the teacher appeared.

"Welcome." she greeted. This professor wore a lot of what it looked like, cheap jewerly; and I mean a lot. It was everywhere! She also had some pretty big glasses.

"I'm Professor Trelawney. I'm very pleased you have decided to take the most difficult of magical arts. If you do not have the Sight, there is very little to teach, however. You," she suddenly barked at Neville. "Is your grandmother well?"

"Yes," Neville sounding startled.

"Hm," she clucked doubtfully, as continued walking around the room. "This term we will focus on tea leaves. Oh and you," she said to Seamus. "I'd stay away from people with the first name that starts with r."

He glanced over at me and grinned. I gave a smile back, glad he wasn't taking this seriously.

"I have the year planned out, foreseen with a few bumps however. For instance, February will give most of us a nasty case of the flu. And around Easter, one of us will leave forever."

Crickets were in the class.

She spoke to Lavender next. "Could you please pass me that teapot?" she asked, pointing to a shelf.

Lavender nodded, and gave it her.

"Thank you. And my dear? The thing you are dreading will happen on Friday, the sixteenth of October."

Lavender looked devastated, of course. She was taking it seriously.

Then she snapped at me. "Girl! Watch your back at the end of the year!"

We were divided into pairs to read each other's. Hermione and I were reading each others.

"Hm... you'll be a bright student." I looked into her cup.

Harry and Ron were playing around and Trelawney was not pleased.

She took Harry's cup and gasped.

"My dear, you have the Grim."

A lot of people shrugged it off but a lot of others gasped.

Hermione then said. "Rosalie has it too!"

Trelawney took it from her, gently.

"Oh, dear. She is right." I heard the professor say quietly.

"The Grin? What's the Grin?" Seamus was confused.

"It's called, "the Grim" you idiot." a Ravenclaw corrected him harshley. Jesus, don't be so harsh on him!

"The worst omen of death..." said Trewlaney quietly. "Miss. Black, the Grim is connected to the end of the year! Watch your back on the full moon!"

"Okay, thanks. I'll be careful." I said, tired of this.

We all went to Professor McGonagall's class for the next thing. She seemed surprised by our faces.

"What has gotten into you?" she wondered.

"Well, we were from Divination..." Hermione started.

McGonagall nodded. "Yes, yes. Which one of you is dying this year?"

"Me." Harry muttered.

"I secondhand that." I added.

McGonagall seemed a little shocked. "Two? Well, well. Anyway, she predicts a death every year and the same person survives.

"Oh, sweet Merlin." I heard someone whisper.

At lunch, Ron seemed to be still a little worried. "Harry, Rose... you haven't seen a big black dog, have you?"

"Well, I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'." Harry remembered.

"Actually, yes." I remembered also. A few nights before, I saw a huge black dog as well.

Ron gasped, he was as white as me.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Black dogs are exactly uncommon in the world," she said. "I mean, it's not like seeing a dragon walking down your street."

Hmm... she is right about that...

"My uncle Bilius saw one once!" Ron said. "He died a day later!"

"Don't you get it, Ron?" Hermione asked. "They see the Grim and die of fright. Those two aren't stupid enough to believe that nonsense and that's why they're still alive."

Ron just looked at her.

"Divination seems very silly to me." Hermione said, opening up her Arithmancy book. "I think it's even sillier than you would take it seriously, Ron."

"I think you just don't like being bad at something for a change!" Ron shot.

Hermione slammed her book shut and stood up, her cheeks red. "If being good at Divination means I have to pretend my best friends are going to die, then I think I won't be studying it much longer! It was rubbish compared to my Arithmancy class!"

We followed her out of the Great Hall to our Care of Magical Creatures class. Ron whispered to me and Harry, "She hasn't even been to her Arithmancy class yet..."

Harry and I shrugged, not really caring. I mean, we have seen the black dog. I'll admit, it's a strange concidence. Maybe I should ask Lupin later...

I noticed that besides Gryffindors, there were Slytherins around us.

"Damn it." I cursed under my breath. I was standing by Dean Thomas, and he chuckled slightly at my reaction.

"We have this with the damned Slytherins..." I sighed.

"Sadly, yes." said Dean, who didn't like this either.

Harry was standing by me too. He wasn't enjoying this, either.

Hagrid beamed out of his cabin. He looked so happy, he does love the magical creatures.

"Now, open 'ter books!" he instructed.

"How?" Malfoy asked.

"Rosalie, do yer mind if I use yer book?" he asked.

I shrugged, handing the large monsterous book to him.

"Yer got to stroke 'ter spine." Hagrid told, stroking the spine, and handing my book back to me.

"Thanks, Hagrid." I told him.

"Yer welcome, Rosie." he thanked, sounding so happy. "Guess I'll go get the creatures then..."

He dissapeared while the rest of the class shrugged it off and began (or tried) to open the books.

"Stroke them! Of course! This is absolutely ridiculous, when my father hears about this oaf getting this job..."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry and I both said at the same time, in unision. I was about to kill this kid, I could tell Ron wanted to, too.

Then Malfoy started to look freaked out. "Dementor! Dementor!" he shouted frantically.

Harry and I both turned around, as did the other Gryffindors.

The Slytherins started to laugh.

"Oi, scared of them too, Black?" he asked.

I glared at him. "Do you want to get hit again? By me, again?"

The Gryffinors howled in laughter as Malfoy turned red.

"Thanks, Rose." Harry whispered.

"Anytime, bighead." I whispered back. He smirked at that. We call each other the dumbest things.

But we are after all, best friends... And we do take after our fathers (excluding being dead and escaped from Azkaban).

Lavender and Parvarti started to, "ooohhhhh." The Gryffindors whose backs were turned from the sight wheeled around to see it. It was a bird-horse.

Wait, a hippogriff, I mean. They were colorful with bright eyes, striking.

"These…" Hagrid announced, gesturing to the beasts. "…are hippogriffs! Firs' thing yeh gotta know. Easily offended, they are, so don't ever insult one unless yer asking for a fight."

Well, tell Malfoy that.

"Also, yeh gotta wait for the Hippogriff ter make the firs' move. It's polite. Yer gonna bow ter them firs' and wait ter to see if they bow back. If he does, you can touch him. If he don't…then get away from him at once, slowly."

He stopped, then asked, "Who's firs'?"

Everyone backed away, exlcuding Harry and myself.

I sighed. "Whatever."

Hagrid grinned. "Brave, you two!" Hagrid boomed, as I Harry helped me climb over the fence.

"Look at them! It's like they're married!" Malfoy sneered.

"Shut up." I heard Ron say to him.

"But... you guys!" Lavender called after us.

"Your tea leaves!" Parvarti finished for her.

The Slytherins looked confused (Yes, finally something they don't know.), but the Gryffindors looked nervous.

"Oh you guys c'mon it's not that bad!" I said, trying to make them not worry. "I mean, I could die anyday, without having it predicted."

"She's right. Besides, I've faced with death before." Harry sided with me.

The Gryffindors eyed us curiously as we looked at Hagrid, letting us in front of one of the biggest ones there.

"This is Buckbeak," Hagrid introduced as if it was his old friend.

Hi, Buckbeak.

The class was now watching.

Hagrid untied Buckbeak, and he ruffled his feathers magnificently. Buckbeak caught my eye, and I had t not to look away.

"Try not ter blink now that yeh've got eye contact, Rosalie," Hagrid told me.

I didn't.

"Now bow…" Hagrid ordered, softly. I noticed out of the corner of my eye he had retreated a bit.

I gave Buckbeak a bow and looked up. The hippogriff bowed back to me.

"Good, Rosalie! Now, Harry..." Hagrid said.

"You're turn, bighead." I shoved Harry in front of me a little. We'll always call each others names and be playful with each other and that's why we're best friends... I guess.

Harry kept his eye contact, trying not to blink.

"Now bow," Hagrid ordered him.

Harry did what he was told, but Buckbeak gave him this look.

"Back away, Harry..." Hagrid told him. Harry did what he was told.

Then, the hippogriff bent its knees and sank into a bow. I smiled.

"Now, time for a ride!" Hagrid boomed. Uh oh.

"Hagrid!" Harry and I cried, as he lifted to both of us up. "No-"

But we both stopped as Buckbeak lifted off into airplane mode (Hermione's told me all about these Muggle transportations and other stuff).

While holding on to Harry, and Harry holding onto Buckbeak, we were nervous. Then when we were over the lake, Harry lifted his arms wide.

"Harry if you fall I'm just gonna leave you to drown!" I warned him, letting go of him.

"Well that's not very nice," Harry commented, as a joke.

I guess Buckbeak decided we had enough, because he changed direction and went back to the location where we were before Hagrid decided it was time to fly.

"Well done, Harry and Rosie!" Hagrid said, as he pulled Harry off the hippogriff and then helped me down. "I think he likes you!"

Harry turned to Buckbeak and grinned at him.

"Who's next?" Hagrid asked.

The rest of the class eased up by the success of Potter and Black and began to bow nervously to the hippogriffs. Malfoy took over Buckbeak while Harry and I watched. Leave it to Malfoy to screw everything up.

Malfoy bowed, and Buckbeak bowed back. Malfoy began to stroke his beak, and said to me in a loud carrying voice, "Oh, this is easy, you two." Reffering to me and Harry) "No wonder you could do it. I mean…" he continued, turning back to the hippogriff, "I bet this big ugly brute wouldn't hurt a fly!"

Then Buckbeak took a strike. Malfoy screamed and fell backwards, while Hagrid struggled to get Buckbeak under control. The class ran out of the fenced area and watched in silent alarm; Pansy Parkinson was in tears.

Malfoy's arm appeared to be gushing blood and he was screaming, "I'm dying! I'm dying!"

"Maybe we should just leave him here so Buckbeak and eat him." I whispered to Harry, who had to cough over his laugh.

"Yer not!" Hagrid said, beginning to turn white. "Rosalie, Seamus," Hagrid said to us, since we were the nearest. "I need ter get the hippogriffs under control…could yeh take him up to the hospital wing?"

Seamus and I groaned and hoisted Malfoy up. "Couldn't he have asked someone elses, your gender to do this?" I muttered, as Malfoy who was very white, put his weight on us. His blood got on our robes.

Seamus nodded. "He's like twice your height,"

It felt like forever when we were dragging him up the stairs.

"It's your own fault!" I told him as he moaned. "Drama queen!"

"Don't call me that," he said angrily, apparently forgetting to moan in pain for a few seconds.

Seamus had to laugh.

"Shut up already!" he yelled at us.

Madam Pomfrey helped us lift him into a bed.

Seamus and I walked out of the hopsital wing after we explained to Madam Pomfrey what happened.

"Well, you know what this means," he said, gravely.

"By...?" I asked.

"This doesn't mean good news for Hagrid—once Malfoy's dad finds out, at least." he translated.

"Damn it, you're right." I agreed.

Ron and Hermione had similar worries that night at dinner. Harry was upset, I think he even kicked his leg under the table.

"Ouch!" Percy cried, who was sitting across from Harry.

"Oh, sorry," Harry apologized.

"He can't get Hagrid sacked!" Hermione assured.

"Oh, he could, and he'll try," I informed. "We'll just have to make sure Hagrid doesn't do anything else dangerous."

We all nod in agreement.

That night, we sat up in the Gryffindor tower. "There's a light on at Hagrid's," Harry suddenly said.

Ron, Hermione and myself sighed.

"We could go down and visit him." Harry suggested.

We all looked up at him, Ron and Hermione shook there heads.

"Come on! Hagrid needs us!" Harry reasoned.

"No, Harry." Hermione said, sharply. "I won't have it. We'll let Hagrid mull over this himself, and we'll go visit him straight tomorrow morning. You know, Harry, I'm really surprised at you. With Sirius Black on the loose, you're already just itching to go sneaking around at night."

My face turned whiter then I usually was and looked at my best friend. Like my father really wants to kill Harry. Or does he?

"No, no, and no. Rosalie Black and Ronald Weasley," she started in a very strict voice, "if I find out you sneak him out, you'll be really sorry. This is for his safety, and that only."

She observed my very pale face. "Are you okay, Rosie? Did I frighten you?"

Ron kept his laugh very low while I shook my head.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just... tired." I said. "Night." I added very quickly, going up to our dorm.

I went upstairs, opening the dorm. Lavender and Parvarti weren't in the room, but I saw a letter on my bed.

I picked it up, reading with scribble words: Rosalie J. Black

I opened the letter very quickly.

Rose -

I'm out, and I'm free. Don't ask why, but I am, and for a reason too. I'll explain more another time but be aware that I won't be after my godson (Harry). And don't tell anyone, either. It's for your safety, and anybody else's (uh, Remus's).

Be safe and stay out of trouble.

-Dad

That idiot! I thought, as I changed into my nightwear. After 12 years of him not being in my life, he tells me to be good? I'm so proud of him.

But he is an idiot, for writing to me. What if someone caught the letter?

Wait... how did he get the letter to me? Nevermind that. But I'm also mad at him.

As I laid down on my bed, Hermione came in.

"Hi." I greeted her, still in a bad mood from my thoughts. I was confused, too.

"Your dad is Sirius Black, isn't he?" she asked.

"What? No, that's not... that is not possible!" I lied. Wow, she is one smart chick.

She looked at me, knowing I was lying.

"Okay... yes." I admitted a few seconds later. "How did you...?"

"It was your facial expression five minutes ago when I said, "With Sirius-"

"Okay, I get it!" I said. "Just don't tell anybody. Apart from Remus, Dumbledore, and some other professors, I think - and my aunt and some of my cousins and her husband - you can not tell anybody woman or else I'll blab off about your crush on Ron!"

She blushed a little. "I won't. I wasn't planning to anyway."

"Good."