We were in the common room, I tried to write, but, I couldn't. I was too angry, too upset. I stared into the fire, in anger. How, how could someone do that to their friend? I could never do that.

I need to talk to Remus.

"I'll be back, guys." I told them. Without their answers, I stormed down to Lupin's office, knocking on the door harshly.

"Come in." I heard his voice.

I busted in his office, then slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong?" he asked calmly, he could read the anger on my face, I know it.

"HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!" I roared. "AND HE BETRAYED THEM!"

"Oh, that." he said.

"HOW COULD HE DO THAT? I COULD NEVER, EVER DO THAT! I'D RATHER DIE THAN BETRAY MY FRIENDS! UNLIKE MY STUPID FATHER!"

"Rosalie! Calm down." he warned me.

"NO! I'M TOO UPSET - TO ANGRY RIGHT NOW. DID YOU KNOW THAT HE WAS HARRY'S GODFATHER?"

"Rosalie Jill Black!" he shouted my name. "Calm down, would you? Yes, I knew. I knew he was Harry's godfather, and I know he betrayed them - after it was in the Prophet." he added quickly.

I took a few deep breaths, I felt myself calming down, but the anger was still there. "Why, why would he do that, Remus? Why?"

"I don't know, Rose. To be honest, no idea. He was on, well, You-Know-"

"Voldemort's side? Yeah, I know that! I HEAR IT ALL THE TIME!"

"Wait, how did you find out?" he asked.

I explained about that I was in Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione, overhearing everything. I didn't tell him about Harry, though.

"Oh, Rose, I'm sorry you had to find out that way." Lupin apologized, sounding sorry. He pulled me close to his chest, hugging me. I loved Remus so much. He was my second father, my godfather. He was a good man, he knows me too well.

After calming me down, he talked about my stupid, betrayful father. He talked about the adventures they had, all about the relationship of Sirius Black and James Potter.

"You can't, you absolutely can not tell Harry, he would be upset." Lupin told me, sternly. "Promise me?"

"I swear." I promised.

Hermione, Ron, and I were one of the few that stayed at Hogwarts for the Holidays. On Christmas, I got a letter and a ring, that looked somewhat ancient, but oddly familiar, like from a picture.

I tore open the letter.

Dear Rosalie,

I'm sorry that I'm not there for you. She gave this to me a year after we were dating, and I've been wearing it for years, but I'm giving it back to you. I'm letting you know right now that whatever I've done, was to protect you, your mother and Harry. Happy Christmas, Rose.

Your father, Sirius

P.S. I know I should not probably tell you this, but Taylor is not actually your brother. He's really you're cousin. His parents were murdered when he was barely a year old, so your mother took him in and changed his name to Taylor Williams from Taylor Forman. She decided for him to play as your "half-brother" for his safety from my insane cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Also note that Harry has gotten a Firebolt and that he doesn't know I sent to him. I didn't do anything to it, so don't worry. But it might be checked, I'll let you know that now.

What the hell. No, really, what the hell. I'm not mad or anything, but wow. I don't know if I should be somewhat hopeful, or angry. Hopeful of what my dad said was true, that maybe I have the story backwards but furious because, well, you know.

But Taylor isn't really my brother? Well, I've been kind of, suspicious about that. He really doesn't look like our mom, and . . . he's not like me.

Well, I hope he knows. But Bellatrix murdered his family? Wow. She is crazy! At least I don't know her, and hopefully she has no idea of me!

I went down to the common room, seeing Ron and Hermione.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked our friend. This doesn't sound good.

"Well, isn't it a bit odd?" Hermione asked. "Having one of the best broom being sent anonymously. I mean, why would someone send Harry such a expensive broom and not even say it was them?"

Ignoring them, I stood by Harry.

"Happy Chrismtas." I told him, staring at our two friends.

"Same to you, what do you think will happen next?" he asked.

"Uh, Ron is going to say some pretty mean shit and Hermione is going to shoot back at him?" I guessed.

Harry shrugged as in saying, "Not bad."

"That's a good guess." he complemented.

And I was right. Ron did say something pretty mean and Hermione shot back.

Then she said sharply, "I don't think anyone should ride on those brooms just yet!"

"And why not?" Ron asked, retorting.

Then suddenly, Crookshanks jumped at Ron, probably trying to get a terrifying Scabbers. Ron held his rat up from a safe distance, and tried to kick Crookshanks.

"Uh . . . Hermione, maybe Crookshanks should chill with Liv, don't you think?" I asked her, picking up Crookshanks, and handing her it.

"Um, yes, he should, great idea. We'll be back, guys."

The two of us were walking into our dorm, and talking.

"Don't you think it's weird, how Crookshanks always goes after Scabbers, and nothing else?" I asked her.

"It is, actually. Delieverance does it to, right?" she asked, I nodded. Strange.

"Maybe Scabbers is hiding a secret identity," I joked.

"Hahaha." Hermione said with a sarcastic voice.

In the afternoon, Ron, Harry and I were sitting in the common room, talking about lunch, it was crazy. Trewlaney made a scene, it was kind of funny.

Hermione was missing. Ron suggested that she was probably asking McGonagall if she could take more classes. Ahahaha, funny.

Our laughter and jokes were suddenly interuppted by McGonagall and Hermione coming in. Hermione looked rather, fluster, that's the right word. McGonagall as always, looked strict.

It was kind of weird seeing her in the common room, even though she's the head of our house.

"Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger informed me that you got a broomstick." she said to Harry. "I must see it."

Harry showed her his broom.

"There was no note, no card, no nothing?" McGonagall asked.

Harry shook his head.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need to take this."

"What!" Ron and Harry cried together. "Why?"

"Must be checked for curses and jinxes." she explained. "Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down -"

"Strip it down?" I asked.

"Yes, Black, strip it down." she said, giving me this, sympathy look or whatever. "It won't take more then a few weeks, I will give you updates, Potter." she told Harry, and left the room.

Well, Ron went off on Hermione. Poor girl. All she was trying to do was protect Harry, but it's not like dad could really try to hurt Harry?

Wait, he probably could. After all, he did betray Harry's parents.

But he also said that he was trying to protect me, my mother and Harry.

I'm so confused!

After she had enough, Hermione ran off upstairs. We could hear her cry.

"RON!" I shouted. "Don't be so hard on her! She did what she thought was right!"

"How could you side with her?" Ron asked me, in disbelief. "His broom is being stripped down!"

"She did what she thought was right! She cares about his safety!" I told him. I remembered all those times with Harry's mishaps during quidditch. First year his broom was jinxed, then last year a bludger broke his bones.

After I was done with Ron for now, I went upstairs to comfort Hermione.