Hermione turned around to see Rosalie, who Neville surprisingly caught.

"Rose!" Hermione shouted. Ron saw what had happened too.

"Dementors?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded.

I woke up in the Hospital Wing. I would be in here a lot and if it wasn't here, it would Harry.

The first thing I saw was Hermione's face, which kind of scared me a little.

"Oh, sorry." Hermione apologized. "She's up!" she then called the others.

I saw the twins, Ron, Taylor, Ryan, Dominic, Neville, Seamus, and the Gryffindor quidditch team.

Taylor looked like he was going to kill himself if I wasn't alright. Ryan, Dominic, Ron, Seamus, Neville and the others looked worried, and Hermione looked so scared.

"What, happened?" I asked. I felt so cold, alone. Scared, I'll never ever be happy again and numb.

"You, f-fainted, Rosalie." Neville answered, shakily when no one else did.

I nodded, remembering now. The dementors . . . my mom screaming, "She's innocent! Please!"

Who was innocent, though? Me? I actually forgot about her last words before the dementors had to remind me. It's not fun seeing someone you love, die.

"It was the dementors." Ron added.

"I know, don't remind me." I said. "Did you guys hear anyone, a woman, screaming?" I asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"But, you were covering your ears," Ryan said. "Why?"

"Because, I heard, a woman, I think it was my mother, screaming. . . ." I trailed off, not wanting to go on.

"You're lucky Neville was behind you." Dom said. "You would've got a nasty bump on your head, there."

I looked at Neville, who was somewhat red. Well, it's not like everyday he could keep holding something in his, hands, or arms. I know I couldn't do that, everyday.

"Well, thanks Neville, I'm glad I didn't hit my head." I thanked him.

"You're welcome." he said so quickly.

Then suddenly, I remembered Harry.

"Harry!" I shouted, getting up. I had to push Fred out of my way (recieving a joking "ow!"), and went over to Harry's bed, which was next to mine.

Suddenly, I saw two lovely green eyes pop open. Just in time.

"Rose?" he asked, sounding horrible. "What happened?"

"Oh, Harry, thank God you're okay!" I said, sounding so happy, giving a kiss on both of his cheeks. Ron found this odd, but this is how I was raised by my mom, who was raised to do the same thing.

"Oh, and what happened? All I know is that . . . well, the dementors made you faint and you fell off your broomstick. Next thing I know, I could hear my own mother screaming and I fainted, too."

Harry looked somewhat relieved. By that time, everyone had shuffled their way over.

"Let them explain the rest," I told him.

"Lucky the ground was so soft,"

"I thought he was head for sure."

"He didn't even break his glasses,"

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." people were whispering.

"Harry! How are you feeling?" Fred asked him.

"What happened? At the match?" Harry asked. "Rose already gave the quick story about the dementors, so don't go all, "Harry! That's all you care about!""

I gave a timy smile at that. But soon frowned when George said,

"We lost."

"Diggory caught the snitch, right after you, and I suppose Rose was out, too." Fred added. "He wanted a rematch, but Wood wouldn't let him. He caught it fair and square."

Harry was bummed out. I was too. Harry probably felt like it was his fault.

Madam Pomfrey came out and told the quidditch team and the others to leave.

"Miss. Black! You should be in bed!" she noticed me.

"But Madam Pomfrey! Can't I stay out of bed for a few minutes and -?"

"Very well," she sighed, interuppting me. "But when Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger are gone, get back to bed." and left us.

"So, did you get my Nimbus?" Harry asked. Hmm . . . I was wondering that too.

"Well," Hermione started. Then she and Ron explained how the wind made it go into the Whomping Willow. This made Harry more depressed, and me too.

Harry and I had to stay in the hospital for the entire weekend. Harry was so sad about his broomstick, but he tried not to show it. I could see it, though. People were visit, and one time, Ginny came in.

"Hi Ginny," I said to her. She came over to me quickly.

"Whatcha made for him?" I asked. She blushed, and handed me something. It was a get well card for Harry. Aww, that's cute.

"That's cute." I whispered to her, handing it back. "I'm sure he'll love it."

She nodded fast and went over to Harry. I saw they gave each other a small conversation and Ginny went out. Harry went a little red. I laughed at that.

Harry looked at me and turned red, then threw something at me, but I quickly dodged it. Harry was good with his throwing.

On Monday, we went to DADA. Malfoy was as annoying as ever since Gryffindor lost the match. And now he made up something about me and Harry being perfect for each other. Yuck! Like I'd ever date my best friend, just saying.

Everyone was shouting about the assingment about werewolfs to Professor Lupin (which I did not do). Lupin was all like, "Okay class, calm down, you don't need to do it."

What he really said was, "Alright, settel down, settle down, you don't have to do the assingment." and we went on about a much safer topic, hinkypunks, I think that was the name.

After class was over, Hermione told the boys that me and Hermione had to talk, alone. Uh oh, did I do something?

"Alright then, we'll be in the common room." Ron said, as the four of us walked back to Gryffindor Tower.

Once we got in, Hermione and I dashed up the stairs, going into our room. We sat on my bed.

"Okay, so . . . what is it?" I asked Hermione.

Hermione was having trouble finding the right words. "I think- no, I'm sure- wait, I think, I think-"

"What?" I asked. "Spit it out!"

Hermione sighed. "I think Professor Lupin's a werewolf!" she whispered to me.

See, I told you she'll find out.

"Uh . . . okay, how do you know?" I asked. It was obvious, but I was curious.

"Well, he's ill on the full moon, but he isn't in the Hospital Wing." she started. "And-"

"Okay, he is!" I said, before she could go on.

"Rose! That's dangerous! He could really hurt someone!" Hermione told me.

"Girlfriend, he won't. The potion Snape gave him what Harry told us was probably Wolfsbane potion. It let's him keep his thoughts, you know?"

"Of course I know! But, but does Dumbledore know?" she asked.

"Of course he knows! The staff knows!" I exlaimed. I'm not angry or anything, just being me.

"I won't tell anyone." she promised.

"Better not." I said, jokingly. "C'mon, the boys are probably hungry."