This one has to be short because of time, sorry guys! But hopefully the next one's longer.

Even though Ron and I made up, I was Switzerland - in the fight. We're all being ridiculous! Harry and I are okay, too. I'm fine with everyone.

One evening, Harry made me go down to Remus' office with him. He explained that Remus was going to teach him how to fight off dementors. Oh, good! And that he needed my "help."

We came into his office, and he had something locked up. (Hmm, I wonder what it is?)

"Hello, Rose, I see Harry took my suggestion and brought you here." Remus said.

I nodded awkwardly.

"What's that?" Harry asked, referrring to what Remus locked up.

"Another boggart," Remus answered. "I was lucky enough to find this one; I've been scouring the castle for days. Seeing as we can't practice with a real dementor, this will have to do. Lucky enough, both of your fears are dementors."

"The spell I am going to teach you is extremely advanced magic, most fully grown wizards and witches have trouble with this spell, and I'm impressed Rosalie can do this. It's called the Patronus Charm."

"How does it work?" Harry asked.

"It produces a Patronus," I answered. "You need to think of a very, powerful strong happy memory."

Remus nodded. "Yes. Allow it to fill you up . . . lose yourself in it. Once it fills you up, you say: Expecto Patronum."

"Expecto Patronum," Harry repeated.

"Very good," said Remus. "Now then, concentrate hard on your memory, and say the incantation. Rose, you go first, would you? So Harry can get the idea?"

"Yes, Lupin." I nodded.

To make a long story short, I did it. And the patronus? A large dog.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed.

When Harry tried, it didn't work and he fell unconscious. The memory wasn't strong enough.

I kenlt down beside Harry. "Harry!" I shouted.

Harry's eyes popped open. "Sorry," he muttered, getting up.

"Are you alright?" Remus asked, giving us some chocolate.

"It's getting worse," Harry said.

"The screaming?" I guessed.

Harry nodded. "I could hear her louder this time - and him - Voldemort -"

"Harry, are you sure you want to continue?" Remus asked, looking, pale.

"Yes!" Harry said, determined. "I mean, what if the dementors show up during the next Quidditch match? I can't afford to fall off my broom again and lose to Ravenclaw. If we do then we've lost the Cup!"

"Try a different memory," I suggested. "Whatever your happy memory is, it's not working, not strong enough. Make sure it's, powerful."

To make an even longer story short, Harry's second attempt failed. He fell, unconscious, again.

Again, I knelt down by my best friend. "Harry! Get up, wake up, good old friend of mine! C'mon!"

Harry's eyes slowly opened. His green eyes met my blue eyes. I helped him up.

"Thanks," he told me, then turned to Remus. "I heard my dad. That's the first time I ever heard him. He was telling her to run; he would hold Voldemort off. . . ."

Poor Harry, I thought. Seeing your parents' death is one thing, but hearing the both?

I snapped back to reality when Remus asked, "Ready?"

"EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry was shouting, then it worked! His Patronus came!

"Riddikulus!" Remus cried. The boggart-dementor went into the trunk.

"Wicked awesome job, Potter!" I smiled, hugging my friend. He too, smiled.

"I think that's enough for one night," Remus said, giving us more chocolate. "Here, eat or Madam Pomfrey will be after my head."

Finally and thank God, Ron, Harry and Hermione made up with each other. Ron went upstairs to put away Harry's broomstick which he finally got back. And thank God nothing was wrong with it!

So anyway, Harry and I were sitting by Hermione, who was doing her homework. I think she's taking a lot too many class, since she has so much homework to do.

"Maybe you should drop some classes, Hermione." Harry suggested.

"Yeah, you should." I agreed with Harry.

Before she could say anything, Ron screamed. I knew it was his scream, because it came from the boys dormitory, and he has a girl-like scream at times.

He came running down, shoving something in Hermione's face. Once again, they were fighting. Ron accused Crookshanks of killing Scabbers. Oh boy.

"Let's just say it: Their friendship, is doomed." I whispered to Harry.

"Looks like it." he nodded.