After dinner was over, the four of us were walking back to Gryffindor Tower. Did I mention the Sir Cadogan or whatever his name is was taking over the Fat Lady's position for a while? Well, it sucks. He changes the password all the time and it's annoying.

"Rosalie!" I heard Remus call my name.

I turned around. "What?"

"I need to speak to you for a moment." he told me.

I nodded, looking at my friends. "Go on with out me, I'll be up later."

Hermione gave me a look, but then went off with the boys.

I followed Remus to his office, and his gestured for me to sit.

"Okay...?"

"Did you faint as well, Rose?" he asked.

"When?"

"During the match!" he told me. Oh, OH.

"Oh! Yes, I did. I did, sorry, I got confused by what you meant."

"It's fine, but, you didn't cast the patronus spell, am I correct?"

"Yeah. . . . I was too busy worrying over my friend who I thought was gonna die, so. . . ."

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering, that's all." Remus nodded.

"I heard my mom screaming, just saying." I added, since it looked like he wanted to know more. His face fell a little.

"You're mother?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, she was screaming, "No! She's innocent! It's not him!" or something like that, I don't know. But it was something like that." I added.

Now I remembered. There was dementors, and some evil Ministry of Magic, or a dark witch or wizard, something like that when I saw my mom died. Of course! That's why . . . that's why I remembered . . . the dementors. . . . .

"Remus, I hate dementors." I said, breaking an awkward silence we had.

"I know you do." he said.

"They're scary! I've seen them too many times!"

"Yes. . . ."

"What, what am I supposed to do?" I asked him, looking straight into his eyes. "Whenever a dementor gets close, I can hear my mom, I can hear her, screaming that I'm not the one, that I'm good. . . . What if I'm like the rest of my paternal family? A "true Black?" Bad temper, blood purity rule. . . . Why am I related to them? Why do I come from a bad family in the wizarding world? All of them, bad! Death Eaters, the dark side!"

"Rose, calm down, you're not bad." Remus told me, leveling to my height, resting his hands on my shoulders. "You're not a bad girl, you're not like you're family,"

"BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT!" I roared. Damn, I do have the Black temper.

"But you're a good person, remember, you're being raised by me, not you're grandmother, or Bellatrix Lestrange, none of them! You're one of the few rebels."

"What, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you're father, you're father is a blood-traitor."

"THAT'S AFTER MY BEST FRIEND!" I shouted. I honestly think he's somewhat after Harry. I'm sorry, I, do love my father, but I barely know him. Who am I supposed to trust? What am I supposed to trust? I mean, he did try to break into Gryffindor Tower.

"And I think one of his cousins, Andromeda Tonks, she's a blood-traitor too."

"Andromeda?" I asked. What kind of name is that? Just saying. But I think Remus has mentioned her before.

"She married a Muggle-born, I believe." Remus added, trying to think straight. "But you do have the Black temper. But usually, it unleashes when you're extremely upset or angry."

"Like right now." I muttered.

Remus laughed slightly. "I suppose so. But Rosalie Jill Black, you are a good person. You're a lot like you're father, yes-"

"and my mom too, I know." I interuppted him.

"Yes. Brave, confident, a troublemaker, a lot like you're father. A sweet, friendly person, like you're mom. But they were both extremely clever."

I felt better now. Now I wonder why I yelled and got dramatic for some reason.

"Thanks, Remus. I should get going now, 'night." I said, hugging him.

"Goodnight Rose."

Today was Hogsmeade day. It was December and I still wish Harry could come! Hell, we all do.

Hermione, Ron and I were at Honeydukes. I felt like someone was standing by me. If it was Harry, that would be awesome but no one was there.

"You think he'd like these?" Ron asked, making Hermione look at Cockroach Clusters. Ew, no.

"Definitely not." I heard someone say.

I smiled, and turned to face at Harry, tucking something away.

"Harry! How did you get here?" Hermione squealed.

"Did you learn how to apparate?" Ron asked.

I think I know how. . . . The Maruader's Map!

"Maruader's Map?" I asked.

Harry looked shocked. "Y-yes, how did you. . . .?"

"Know? Long story short: I know a lot more then you think." I told him.

"Anyway, of course I can't apparate." Harry told Ron, then explained how Taylor, Fred and George nicked it from Filch's office.

"Those three!" I laughed. They were all in the same year, and I think Fred and George has taught Taylor too much, just saying.

Ron was upset. "I'm their brother and they didn't give it to me!"

"But Harry is going to turn it in to McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?" Hermione asked him. "What about Sirius Black? He could get his hands on that map!"

I groaned. Hermione is my best girlfriend, but she can be a downer at times. But she does this for a reason. She cares.

"Hermione!" I cried. "My dad was one of the creators of this map, trust me. And besides, how can he get his hands on it?"

It's like Hermione remembered that Sirius Black was my dad, since her eyes went wide.

"Alright, fine. But if there's any trouble, it's going to McGonagall!"

"Fine." Harry, Ron and I groaned.

Then the next hour, we were showing Harry what he was missing out, then we went to the Three Broomsticks. I gave Ron my money so he could go get butterbeers.

"Merry Christmas, Potter!" I smiled, as Ron came back with our drinks at our table.

We all smiled as we drank, I felt happy spending time here with Harry.

I felt a cool breeze and all of turned to see who the newcomers were. Shit.

It was McGonagall, Flitwick and Hagrid. The worse was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Fudge and I did not get along to well. He thinks I'm like my father, the Black family. But forget him!

Harry went under the table, we were hiding him the best we could.

The four of them sat down while Madame Rosmerta, brought their beverages and joined them.

"What brings you to Hogsmeade, Minister?" Rosmerta asked.

"Sirius Black, m'dear, what else?" he answered. "After what happened Halloween. . . ."

"Yes, I heard about that." Rosmerta said. "You think Black is still in the area?"

"I'm sure of it. I'm determined to catch him." Fudge told her.

"Those dementors have searched the village a hundred times!" Madam Rosmerta whispered, loudly. "They're scaring away all my business."

"I don't like them either, but it's a necessary precaution." Fudge said. "They are here to protect the village and the school. Black could've done worse on Halloween; we all know what he's capable of. . . ."

"It's still hard to imagine. . ." Madam Rosmerta trailed off, sounding so, down. "When he was here at school, he was such good lad. I would've never guessed what he was capable off."

"And that isn't the worst of it," Fudge added. "He did something else that not many people know of."

What? My dad did something pretty bad?

"You say that you remember him at school, Rosmerta?" McGonagall asked quietly. "Do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course!" said Rosmerta. "Inseparable those two were. Oh, did they make me laugh. Quite the duo, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

"Yes, and you know he has a daughter, right?" Fudge asked them.

Madam Rosmerta shook her head. Professor Flitwick and Hagrid looked surprise.

"I do." McGonagall said. Wait, she knows?

"Who?" Hagrid asked.

"It's Rosalie Black!" Fudge hissed, loudly.

"She's his daughter?" Flitwick asked. "That's so surprising, she's such a sweet girl, and her father is a convicted murder!"

Ron stared at me. I heard a loud clunk. I think Harry dropped his drink down. I almost spit mine out. Yeah, go ahead guys, talk about me in public!

"Well, they were both very bright," McGonagall went on. "If only they had used their smarts for studying and not troublemaking. Never had such a pair of miscreants-"

"I dunno," Hagrid interuppted her. He chuckled. "The Weasley twins. . . . And Harry and little Rosie are like brother and sister. . ."

"Their fathers were brothers in everyway except blood!" I heard Flitwick say. Aw, that's sweet, and wicked. But too bad. . . .

"Potter trusted Black above all his other friends. Black was James' best man at his and Lily's wedding and was named Harry's godfather, although Harry has no idea. The idea would torment him."

Oh my God, say what? My father, godfather to my best friend, what the hell! I think Harry is upset. I'm upset.

I turned to Ron and Hermione, my mouth opened, shocked. I did not know this.

"Because Black was in league with You-Know-Who?" Rosmerta asked, whispering.

"Worse," Fudge said, sounding like he was sick. "When the Potters went into hiding from You-Know-Who, Dumbledore performed a Fidelius Charm. It's a spell that conceals a secret to a single living soul. This person, called a Secret-Keeper, would be the only person to know said secret unless they divulged the information themselves. You-Know-Who could've been sitting in front of the Potters' house and never know that they were there."

"And Black was the Potters' Secret-Keeper?" Madam Rosmerta asked.

McGonagall nodded, yes.

WHAT!

"Naturally, though Dumbledore offered to be the Secret-Keeper himself." she told them.

Not a surprise, good man, Dumbledore is.

"Dumbledore was suspicious that somebody close to the Potters' was feeding information to You-Know-You. But James insisted on using Black and not a week later-"

Rosmerta interuppted her. "Black betrayed them,"

Oh my God . . . what? What? WHAT? I am very shocked right now. Angry, I'm surprised. My dad, betrayed them? James and Lily Potter? What, I, how?

"Filthy, stinkin', turncoat!" Hagrid yelled, sounding upset. "I met him, right outside the ruins o' the house an' comforted the murderin' traitor. Tried ter ask fer Harry ter take him home but I had orders from Dumbledore ter take him to his aunt an' uncle's. Shoulda knew somethin' was up."

Oh my God, I can't even - I - I - what in the name of Merlin!

Rosmerta then said, sounding confused: "But the Ministry of Magic caught him the next morning,"

"Ah, but it was not us that caught up with him, Rosmerta dear," Fudge told her. "It was little Peter Pettigrew."

"That little fat boy that always followed after Sirius and James?" said Rosmerta.

"Pettigrew died a hero's death. Eyewitnesses say how Pettigrew had cornered Black and started sobbing about James and Lily. He went for his wand, but Black was quicker. Next thing anyone knew there was an explosion and Pettigrew was dead. Nothing but a few fragments-largest part we ever found was his finger. And there Black was, a crater in the middle of the street and dead muggles everywhere. And he just stood there and laughed." Fudge answered her. "After that he was taken into custody and brought to Azkaban."

"Is it true that he's mad, Minister?" Madam Rosmerta asked.

"I wish I could say the he was," Fudge said slowly. "I, however, don't believe that he is. I met him on my last inspection of Azkaban. Most prisoners go mad within a few months. But Black was eerily calm, almost like he was bored! He asked if I had finished with my newspaper, said he missed doing the crosswords. And he's one of the most heavily guarded. It's all very peculiar."

"Minister, if you are to be dining with the headmaster, I think we had better be off," Professor McGonagall said.

Fudge nodded, and they all left.

I had the surge of anger. I'm very mad. How could my father do this? And for a second, I thought he was somewhat innocent . . . THAT TRAITOR! I'm sure Harry was upset.

I slammed down my butterbeer, and stormed out of the pub. I ran off near the Shrieking Shack, sat down on a stump, and started to cry.

I was soon joined by Harry, he was sobbing too.

"He was their friend," Harry said slowly, sadly. "and he betrayed them."

"I know." I whimpered.

"Harry! Rose!" Hermione ran up to us. Harry's head was on my shoulder, poor boy.

"Rose, can I tell them?" Hermione asked.

"I don't care." I pouted.

"Tell us what?" Ron asked, confused.

"Well," Hermione started. "Rosalie knew that her father was Sirius Black, but she didn't want to tell anybody because she didn't know how we could handle it. But then I figured it out, and, she, she made me promise not to tell." Hermione went red.

"You knew he was your father?" Harry asked, trying to sound calm.

I nodded. "I really wanted to tell you guys, but . . . but . . . I didn't know how!" I admitted. "And then, then, now I found out everything, and how he betrayed your parents. Oh my God, Harry, I had no idea about all of that! I mean, I sort of found out about our dads being best friends, but . . . I -"

Harry interuppted me, trying to stay calm. "It's fine, I guess."

"NO IT'S NOT!" I yelled. Then I roared, "HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!"

I started to cry again. Then, quietly said, "Why, just, why do I have to be related to one of the worst families ever in the wizarding world? I hate it." the last part had so much venom in it.