The rest of the day, there was no sign of Josephine, at all. It was as though she had simply vanished without a trace. In class, the professors skimmed over her name, and some, those who I know are connected to the order, would shake their heads or make somber faces. And after taking a quick peak at professor Flitwicks student list, he had crossed her name off. That night, Josephine wasn't in her bed either.

Things were getting very strange, and at the risk of sounding like the Scooby doo gang, something weird was going on here, and it was time to get to the bottom of it.

The next day I woke up early, Celeste hadn't even woken yet to bite me. I rushed through a quick morning shower, tied my hair into a tight bun and used a few coats of mascara, then went through Josephine's bed.

Her bed had been made by somebody, probably a house elf, and I couldn't find any of her things. Her trunk had been emptied, non of her belongings or magazines could be found. But, I lifted up the sheets, pulled on the mattress to lift it up, then felt around for the small hole she had made in the bottom of the mattress. I made a small noise of triumph when I found it and stuck my hand in, feeling something smooth under my fingertips. I pulled it out and found her diary. It was a light blue book, the width bout the size of my pointer finger and middle finger combined and it had small doodles all over the cover. It didn't have a lock on it. She probably figured her hiding place was good enough that she shouldn't even bother.

I sat down on her bed, and looked up to make sure the rest of the girls were all still asleep. I flipped through the pages and looked for the most recent entries, skimming the paragraphs and pausing at any mentions of my names. This was serious, but its still comforting to know your best friend writes positive things about you.

"Wow, she managed to write a lot so far, and its only December. Guess she ahd a bit more drama than she was letting on." I said to myself, head tilted to the side as a strand of hair fell from its perch. As I skimmed the pages I caught a glimpse of my nails, bitten to the nub. I had been under a lot of stress, old habits are pretty hard to resist. Funny thing is, I don't even remember biting my nails at all.

I finally found the most recent page, dated 3 days ago. A day before she suddenly vanished.

Dearest diary,

I miss Connor so much, the other day he sent me a bracelet, sure it was like, one of those cheap leather ones u can pick up at any little souvenire shop, but its nice to know that he is thinking of me.

But, onto more interesting things. Today, I was walking to my magical creatures class, and well, there is some creepy stuff going on. In the woods I kept seeing something or somebody running around. I figured it was just a couple students having some "fun" ;)

But the feelings I was getting were way to strong. My body was tense and I could just sense something was wrong. Maybe professor trelawny was right about me having a very powerful third eye. It would explain the dreams. Like last night, I dreamt that I was asleep, and there were voices. I think I was in pain or something because I could hear myself groaning and stuff. Creepy right? Anyways, I couldn't really understand, but it had something to do about rose, and then something about a battle. But really, a battle? Weird. Anyways, as I was saying, so they were talking, but then I felt some serious pain on my wrist, and then I just woke up. And I have a feeling, that the thing I saw in the forest was connected to my dreams. Ill have to tell Rose about it, though ill leave out the stuff about the dreams. I mean, nobody knows bout them, and I don't want to freak her out. She has a lot to deal with right now, still cant believe my girl is married.

Love, jo jo

I couldn't believe it; she had been having dreams like this and didn't tell me. She was probably kidnapped or something!

"Wait, third eye?" I said to myself, I looked back and sure enough she mentioned something about a third eye. Reading what she wrote I smacked myself in the forehead, how could I forget? It was basically meaning psychic powers. So Apollo knew, and he didn't tell me. That God was so in for it during our next meeting.

But this was crazy; I had to go bring this to Dumbledore and demand answers. It was apparent the order knew something about this that I didn't.

I bolted out of the room and ran down the stairs at lightening speed, then out the portal then down the hallway. Until I realized I was going in the wrong direction and ran the other way. Then realizing I had been correct the first time and turned back around.

I eventually made it to Dumbledore's office and knocked rapidly until I heard somebody behind it. then, there was Dumbledore, in one of his usual flashy robes. Though I had a feeling this one was designed more for sleeping than giving speeches.

"ah, Rose, what are you doing up at this hour? I assume you need help with something?" he said, though from him it sounded more like a question than a true assumption.

"ok, Josephine has pulled a total disappearing act and im pretty damn sure the proffesors know something about it and wont tell me, plus I have her diary so Im pretty sure I have the explanation of what could have happened to her right here." I said hurriedly, quite sure that I sounded like a blubbering idiot.

With each word I said I could feel my eyes tear up, the possibility that something terribly wrong had just started to sink in, now that I said it all outloud.

Dumbledore sighed, and with a gesture of his hand he led me up to his office. With each step my legs felt heavier, and suddenly I really didn't want to talk to Dumbledore. The idea of by going into his office this would all become suddenly real and very serious. Not like the time when we had played hide and seek at her home after our first year, and I couldn't find her hiding place. This was way bigger that that, and there were more places to hide out here in the real world than in her small apartment in Paris.

I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, the diary feeling cold and very heavy in my lap. Inside it was the idea of her disappearance, and the secrets of who it was. All within its cheap blue binding.

Dumbledore handed me a copy of the daily prophet, while I looked up at him quizzically. I took the paper with shaky hands and unfolded it to glimpse at the front page. There staring up at me was a small photo of Josephine smiling with Connor, and another photo beneath it. a body was being pulled out of the water while the dark mark hovered ominously in the sky behind the scene.

I let out a choked sob and brought my hand to my mouth as I dropped the paper in my lap, leaning into the chair. There was a moment of complete silence until the only thing I was able to hear were my sobs of anguish. I buried my head into my knees while rocking back and forth.

What had she done to deserve this? Nothing, that's what, and now everyone, was going to suffer, because of me. Because of the amulet. Because of its power.