Well, all of Hogwarts were going to sleep in the Great Hall. Yea, a sleepover! What fun. Harry was next to me, Ron was on my other side (awkward, lol.) and Hermione was on Harry's other side.

I feel kind of bad for all of this, I won't lie. I know, it's not my fault, but still . . . my dad broke into the castle, and tried to get into Gryffindor Tower! What the hell is he trying to do? What an idiot.

But then again . . . that's how he rolls, or rolled while he was here.

Well, anyway, Harry and I were whispering to each other. While Ron and Hermione tried to go to sleep.

"Do you think he was after you?" I whispered, asking him.

Harry gave a very tiny shrug. "I don't know, Rose. But then again, he isafter me."

I gave a small nod. My stupid father didn't want to hurt Harry, but he didn't tell me why. So what can I believe anymore?

Suddenly, we could hear Snape and Dumbledore talking . . . loudly.

"Let's shut up and go to sleep." I recommended. Harry nodded at my brilliant idea.

It was the day before the first game of quidditch. No, I'm not on the team, but Harry's the seeker . . . and we got Snape teaching us DADA. Sadly, whenever there was a full moon, Remus can't teach the next day. But somehow, Snape was the subsitute.

I don't know which one was worse, Snape for potions, Snape for DADA, or Snape for both. I'm pretty sure the last option was horrible when you have him before. And it is.

I was sitting in the classroom, and I was sat next to Harry while Ron and Hermione sat behind us.

Snape was talking bad about Remus. That made me mad, but I kept under control. Just keep calm and . . . don't run the mouth at Snape.

"Turn to page 394." Snape ordered. We did what he told us.

"Sir, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked.

"That's not you concern, is it, Mr. Potter?" Snape, the Devil asked him in this, sour tone. "Turn to page 394, now!"

Okay then, Satan, I thought. He was already on my damned nerves.

There was a projector or whatever and it had everything about werewolves. Oh my God, this greasy haired bastard was obviously trying to reveal what the best teacher (Lupin) was! This is because why Remus can't get a job, because of his condition . . . because of people like, Snape.

If the class did found out (I'm sure Hermione will), I will be pissed off. Hermione wouldn't be a surprise, but I'll make sure she won't tell anybody as long as I'm around.

"Sir, we're haven't learned about this, we're not due to learn about this for weeks!" Hermione told our horrible professor. But Snape ignored her . . . that's a surprise since he'll usually yell.

"Now, can someone tell me the difference between a werewolf and a Animagus? I know you learned about Animagi in transfiguration," he said this, looking at me. "Miss. Black, care to tell the answer?

"I suppose so," I muttered under my breath. "An Animagus is when a witch or wizard who chooses if they want to be an animal." I started to answer, a little louder. "A werewolf is someone who is bitten by a werewolf itself and transforms into one every month, on the full moon. But the werewolf can't choose to be one, and go through the painful transformation."

"Very well said, Miss. Black." Snape said, sounding . . . nice. Oh my God, what did I do?

Then, Snape told us we had to write a twelve inch essay about wolves. Damn it . . . but I won't do it though, probably.

"Professor, it's quidditch tomorrow!" Harry shout angrily at him, for some reason. Geesh, Harry, calm down, it's okay.

It was quidditch day, and Harry had to play in a rainstorm. Ron, Hermione and I were in the stands, with Neville, Seamus, Dean and some others were with us. We were down to fifty, and they had to stop for a moment.

"I'll be right back!" Hermione exlaimed over the wind, and ran off to wherever she was going.

Ron and I were talking about if Harry didn't catch the snitch, he was getting a "beat down" or something, I wasn't really listening.

Five minutes later, Hermione came back and the game started again.

Cedric, the Hufflepuff seeker and Harry had to fly out of the stadium, the snitch went up high.

Suddenly, I saw Harry, falling.

"Harry!" everyone was shrieking, shouting, screaming and panicking.

Please don't die . . . please don't die . . . please do not die. . . . . I was thinking.

I saw what the problem was: Dementors. I could here my mom's screams, moments before her death

"Please, leave her alone, she's innocent! Please!" I could hear a young woman scream, must be my mom. I covered my ears with my hands. I knew it wouldn't help, but I couldn't stand it.

Then suddenly, I couldn't see Ron's flaming ginger hair, and my eyes were closed.

I was passed out, just like Harry was.