Hi guys... new chapter, yeah! I get four days off from school (weekend and Monday and Tuesday). So... I've been watching A Very Potter Sequel (I love Starkid) and been coming up with ideas and... listening to music and read at the same time. So, enjoy this! :)

September went by fast, and now it was October . . . and I have no clue what would go down this month. Hopefully, dad won't try to do anything stupid.

Harry would have quidditch practice three times a week. Our house team wanted to win the House Cup (especially Oliver Wood, it's his last year!) super badly. The weather didn't even stop them so Harry would sometimes come in cold and sore.

Tonight, he came in, and the common room was all, excited. We were going to have a Hogsmeade trip, Halloween weekend.

"What's going on?" I heard Harry asking Hermione, Ron and myself.

"Hogsmeade trip, Halloween weekend." Ron answered. I saw Harry's face; of course he couldn't go . . . no one signed his permission form! He did ask the Minister, Fudge to sign it, but he wouldn't. Because of my dad. . . . My dad was also taking away Harry's happiness, like that dementor. Poor Harry. . . . :(

"I'm sure you'll be able to go next time, Harry." Hermione told our sad, friend. "They've already spotted Black once, I'm sure they'll catch him soon."

I gave Hermione a look that said, "Really bitch, really? You're going to get his hopes up?"

"Sorry." she muttered to me.

I shrugged. "Like I care. . ." I muttered back, looking at the ground, then at Harry.

"Why would Black go to Hogsmeade anyway? He'll be caught." I said, thoughtfully pointing it out, without realizing it.

"You're right, Rose." Ron agreed.

I looked at him, what did I say? "What?" I asked.

"He won't go to Hogsmeade." Ron summarized my words.

"Oh, I guess I did say that." I remembered. We all laughed. Harry's green eyes brightened up a little.

"Harry, go ask McGonagall, maybe she'll let you go." Ron suggested.

"Yeah, I think I will." Harry agreed with Ron. Then Deliverance meowed at me, to pick her up, which I gladly did.

"I think I'm going up to my dorm," I said, giving out a small yawn. Crookshanks popped up with something in his mouth, and started to eat it and I could tell Ron and Hermione were going to fight. They argue like they're an old married couple, I swear to Merlin they do.

"Night then, Rose." Harry and Ron said, it was getting late.

"See you two tomorrow," I sighed, then went up the stairs to my room which I shared with Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and Hermione.

I laid down on my bed, finishing my paper for the Animagi thing. Then I changed into my nightwear and began to read one of Hermione's Muggle books, which I gladly read. The story was called Cinderella. It was about a girl who was a orphan who lives with her evil stepmother and two stepsisters. This sounds a lot like Harry, but he's a boy . . . and he lives with his evil Muggle relatives, his aunt, uncle and cousin. This book is like, eleven pages long, so it would be quick.

Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl. Her mother was dead and her father had married a widow with two daughters.Her stepmother didn't like her one little bit. All her kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. Nothing was too good for them - dresses, shoes, delicious food, soft beds, and every home comfort.

Damn, her kids are spoiled brats.

But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That's why everybody called her Cinderella.

This sounds a lot like Harry. . . . .

Cinderella used to spend long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat said, "Meow.", which really meant, "Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters has and that is beauty." It was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in old rags, was a lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always would be.

One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at the palace and the stepsisters were getting ready to go. Cinderella didn't even dare ask if she could go too. She knew very well what the answer would be: "You? You're staying at home to wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down the beds for your stepsisters. They will come home tired and very sleepy." Cinderella sighed, "Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!" and the cat murmured, "Meow."

Suddenly something amazing happened. As Cinderella was sitting all alone, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared. "Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy. "I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you shall!"
"How can I, dressed in rags?" Cinderella replied. "The servants will turn me away!"

Just as I was about to read the next page, the door slammed. I instantly knew it was Hermione.

"What happened?" I asked, closing the book, and placing it down on my bed.

"Ronald Weasley, that's what!" Hermione answered, not sounding too happy.

"Okay, calm you're tits, was it about Crookshanks?" I asked.

Hermione nodded. "I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted. Goodnight."

"Whatever." I yawned, I was tired too. "Night, 'Mione."

Even by October 31st, by Halloween – by the morning, tension had risen between Hermione, and Ron. Harry and I hated to hear their bickering. But we would all go to Hogsmeade together, no matter what. But . . . we had to leave without Harry.

We were outside, we were sad Harry couldn't come. I offered to forge the name of his uncle (or aunt, whatever) but he already told McGonagall that his form wasn't signed.

"We'll bring you back a lot of sweets," Ron promised.

Harry nodded, sadly. Aw. . . .

"Hey, maybe you should go hang out with Lupin, he's good company." I suggested. Harry nodded and he said quietly, "Thanks."

"Yeah, you're welcome. Have a good time." I encouraged.

"You coming, Rose?" Hermione called me. Ron and Hermione were waiting for me.

"Yeah," I replied, calling back. Then I turned to Harry, giving him a hug, and kissed his cheek.

"We're so dramatic." he said, only the two of us could hear his voice.

I laughed. "I know, right? It's like we're acting like we'll never see each other ever again."

"Come on, Rosie!" Ron called, becoming impatient.

"There you go, Bighead, we got you as much as we can." I said, giving Harry this, huge bag of candy from Honeydukes. There was all kind of candy in there (that Ron and I ate some while we were coming back, since we got hungry.)

"Whoa, thanks guys." Harry was amazed.

"She bought most of it," Ron pointed to me, while we sat down next to Harry. I did have a lot of fun, but was also depressed about it, because my best friend wasn't there!

"So what did you do, Harry?" Hermione wondered.

"I had tea with Professer Lupin," said Harry. "And then Snape walked in and gave him some potion."

"What potion was it?" Hermione asked. I knew it was Wolfsbane potion. At least he could chill out in his office tonight (full moon), having his human thoughts.

"Who cares what it was," Ron interrupted me. "Lupin drank it!"

"What, you think he was trying to poison Re—Lupin or something?" I asked.

"Yes!" Ron practically shouted.

"If Snape was trying to poison Lupin, he wouldn't have done it in front of Harry." Hermione pointed it out.

"C'mon guys, let's go down to the feast, I'm starving." I said.

The four of us headed down to the Great Hall. I was happily cheering up Harry, and making him laugh. He found that Ron and myself eating on the way back humorous. Whatever, at least it made him happy.

During the feast, we all had a good time. Halloween was pretty cool here at Hogwarts. I remember we didn't come last year. Instead, we went to Sir Nicholas's (Nearly Headless Nick) five-hundredth deathday party.

After the feast was over (which was delicious, as always.), Potter, Weasley, Granger and myself went up back to our tower, but . . . no one went in. Strange, I thought.

"What's going on? Why isn't anyone going in?" Ron asked, wondering.

"Exactly what I was thinking, let's go find out, shall we?" I agreed with Ron.

I found my cousin, Ryan who was a second-year, and Taylor. The four of us went to them. My other cousin, Dominic (or, Dom; a fourth year) was with them too.

"You guys know what's going on?" I asked. All three boys shook their heads.

"Lovely." I heard Ron mutter.

"Let me through, I'm Head Boy!" I heard Percy shout, making his way up towards the front. "Now what's the hold up? You all can't have forgotten the pass-"

"Get Professor Dumbledore, immediately!" Ron's older brother shouted.

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared just then and the crowd of students parted to allow him passage. Then we saw what happened.

The Fat Lady disappeared from her ruined canvas. There were slash-like marks on the canvas. Poor Fat Lady, I hope she was alright.

A lot of the staff had arrived and some ghosts. Dumbledore ordered for a search for the Fat Lady.

"No need to do that Professorhead," Peeves cut in, coming down from the ceiling. "She's hiding in the landscape on the fourth floor, hiding in shame, crying something dreadful."

"Did she say who the attacker was?" I heard Dumbledore ask him.

"Oh, yes, Headmaster," Peeves answered, floating down. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in without the password. Nasty temper he has, that Sirius Black."