We all walked to transfiguration, all silent.

"Just in time." McGonagall said with a strict, but warm smile. I saw Malfoy, and nudged Harry and Ron.

"Feel better?" Ron spat at him.

"I will when my father hears about this." he said, leaning back. Even though we have DADA with him, I don't think we noticed him.

I rolled my eyes as we all took seats. I was in between Ron and Hermione.

"Why do you think Lupin wouldn't let him defeat the boggart?" Ron whispered to me.

I thought for a moment. "Maybe because the 'riddikulus' would turn into Voldemort?"

Ron gasped quietly. "Rose!"

"I'm not afraid of his name, Ron. If Dumbledore isn't, then why should we?" I asked. No reply.

McGonagall was now talking about Animagi. I, of course, knew what that was. My dad was one, after all, and so was Potter's (don't ask how I know). Dad was a big black dog and Harry's a stag. Lupin of course, is a wolf... so naturally, even though he isn't one, he's sort of like a Animagus. He's a werewolf, that's a animal, I guess. And he didn't choose to be a wolf, but still... he's not one.

"Now, can someone tell me what a Animagus is?" McGonagall asked.

I raised my hand. So did a few other people (cough cough, Hermione). McGonagall pointed to me.

"A Animagus is when a witch or wizard chooses to be a animal. But they can't choose it, the animal picks them, sort of like the Patronus."

"Yes, Miss. Black is correct." McGonagall said. "You're very lucky that your transfiguration teacher is registered."

Ha, I am too. I wasn't planning on it, but... I do live with Remus. The Ministry was all, "No, she can't." since I was too young or something, but Remus said that they couldn't say no to my eyes or something. People say I have pretty eyes, my Dad's eyes.

"Watch closely, because I want you to tell me when I change back, what were the similarities between us both. Or how you could recognize me if you were to see me in another place." McGonagall told her class. Oh, so she's going to be her animal-form self.

Then, she turned into a tabby cat. She stayed like that for a moment, twirling around a little so people can see her markings.

Then, she turned back. "Any obvious markings?" she asked. Some people (not me) raised their hands up.

"Mr. Longbottom?" she called on Neville. Well, he's on a role today.

"You have white circles around your eyes, like glasses." he said, his voice shaky. He hardly ever raised his hand in class.

"Yes, well done." McGonagall praised Neville. She went on about how to become one and such, and read off the list of Animagi.

"Black, Rosalie." McGonagall got to my name. I think people were shocked to hear my name, because half of the class gasped.

"You're a Animagus, Rose?" Dean Thomas asked.

I nodded. "Yup."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Dog." I answered.

In the end, we had to write about if we were a Animagus, what would we be. This would be easy for me!

Ron, Harry and I were in our common room. Hermione was off somewhere, and we didn't know where. I was starting on my transfiguration homework, since I got the other stuff done.

Rosalie Black

I'm a Animagus. The animal I am a black dog.-

"Rose. Rose. Rose. Rose." Ron was repeating my name.

I looked up, annoyed a little. "What?"

"Help!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm cluless!" he told me. Then Hermione came in.

"Hermione! Help?" he asked her. I looked at Harry, who was looking at me.

"Need help?" I asked him. He nodded. I sighed.

"Hermione, work with Ron could you? I'll need to help Potter over here." I jerked my thumb to Harry.

"Of course, c'mon Ron!" and the two of them left us.

"Okay, so... what do you think I'll be?" he wondered.

"Hmm... a stag." I replied.

"Alright..." I heard him, while he wrote down that he'd be a stag. "Wait, why?"

"Well, believe it or not Harry, your father was a Animagus." I told him. It's about time he learned something about his dad.

"Really?" he asked.

I nodded. "My dad's one too."

"Cool... but wait, our dads can't be! They weren't on the list!" Harry stated.

"Yes... but they were unregistered. Now shut up, or we'll get in trouble." I warned him slightly. "Anyway, they were best friends with Lupin and someone else, and they... became Animagi together. Long story."

"But... how do you know?" he asked.

"Don't tell him, but Lupin told me. When I was younger, I'd asked him about my dad... and all sort of crazy shit they did." I answered. "You're dad was a stag."

"And yours?" he asked.

"A dog, like mine." I answered.

"How about Lupin?"

I paused for a moment. "A wolf."

"Cool. So... why would I be one? I need answers, woman!" he asked me.

"Well... you're a proud boy, man!" I mimicked him. "Let's see... your tall...er than me, of course... Oh you have a hard head too!" I added, knocking my knuckle on his head.

He laughed. "And you're a dog because your small... energenic, whiner-"

"Shut up, I whine when I have "special days," shut up - it's different!" I shot at him.

He was writing stuff down on his parchment. "So... how will people recongize me?"

"By that big scar on your head, duh." I replied. I earned a small shove from him. I think he was okay with me, and our other two friends, ginger and Granger about making comments about his scar. Harry makes fun of me with everything, so it's perfectly okay with me.

"And...?" he asked.

"Uh, I dunno. Your green eyes? I like that color by the way... just make up some things, and you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Rose."

"Yeah, yeah, it's what I do." I waved it off. "You know me."

"Right..."