WHOA OKAY SO HOW MUCH DID YOU ALL LOVE THE NEW MOVIE. I started crying in the very beginning when they first showed Hogwarts. I never really stopped. Several times, my brother had to tell me to cry quieter because I was sobbing. Sorry, Ben. I'm sorry for ruining the movie for you with my constant crying.

THE ACCIDENT.

"Guess!"

I wrapped my arms around Lupin's and he looked at me. "Um," he thought. "You just had a fantastic conversation with Snape?"

I frowned. "Stop it." He raised his eyebrow and stuffed his free hand deep into his pocket. "Really, though, guess what we're doing next weekend?"

"Are you making plans for me now?" he asked.

I pulled away from him and sighed, crossing my arms. "Well, if you don't want to go –"

"I'm teasing, Darcy," he smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "What are we going to do next weekend?"

I looked at him and saw that he was still smiling. "Harry invited us to go to Hogsmeade with him, Ron, and Hermione next weekend. Do you want to go? Because if you don't, you don't have to –"

"That sounds great," Lupin smiled sweetly and I grabbed his hand from my waist, lacing our fingers together.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Alright," I sighed, rather relieved. "I've got to go. I'll see you when the day's over then, yeah?" We had stopped outside Slughorn's room and he kissed me. Malfoy pretended to vomit and I turned to him, a frown on my face. Malfoy walked inside and Lupin put his hand to my cheek, turning my face towards him and away from Malfoy.

"Don't let him get to you," Lupin told me. "He's just a stupid kid."

"But you have to remember his father nearly killed me last year," I whispered. "I don't think I'll ever like Malfoy because of that."

"Well, Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban and he won't try to kill you again," Lupin assured me. "I'll see you when the day is done."

I nodded and kissed him again.

"You've got nothing to worry about."

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"Miss Potter, could you go around and check how their potions are coming?"

I stood up from Slughorn's desk and nodded, beginning at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry's was perfect and I glanced at the book he was using. He quickly hid it from view and Hermione looked at me, raising her eyebrows.

As I approached Malfoy's cauldron, I saw it was bubbling a bright green. "Draco, that's wrong. That's the worst one I've seen so far."

I went to walk away, but Malfoy hit his cauldron over and it spilled all over my right arm. I held up my arm, but it began to sting and burn and my skin was turning black and it began to bubble and burn. I cried out and Malfoy smirked.

Harry dropped his book on the ground and ran over to me. I felt tears well up in my eyes and Slughorn stared at my arm. Harry helped me up and we ran for the door, my arm bubbling and Malfoy cackling back in the room.

"Hurry, Madam Pomfrey will be able to –"

"No!" I screamed as I stared at my arm. Harry was holding my other arm, gently pulling me down the stairs. "S – S – Sn –"

"Snape," Harry said in a somewhat disgusting voice. "Got it." He took a detour and we headed towards Snape's classroom. Knowing that he didn't have a class first thing in the morning, Harry quickly glanced inside, and nearly kicked the door down. Snape looked up from his desk, hearing me screaming and crying. It felt as if acid had been poured on my arm and my skin was melting off. His face twisted as he looked at my arm. It was bubbling even worse and tears were streaming down my face.

Harry let go of my arm and Snape's fingers closed around my wrist, pulling me towards his desk. I sat down on top of it. I watched as Snape quickly dug around in his desk drawers in front of me. Finally, he found what he was looking for. I was still crying.

He held up a light blue liquid in a small, clear box and he took the lid off, soaked a towel in it and looked me in the eyes before pressing it to my arm.

I screamed out again and my hand instinctively went to his arm. I pushed him off me and began crying again.

"Hold still!" Snape told me and he grabbed my other arm, holding it so I wouldn't be able to push him away again. Quickly, he pressed the towel to my arm again and I bit down on my bottom lip, almost making it bleed. I kicked my legs and screamed and ended up kicking Snape's shins a little, but he hardly flinched. "Mr. Potter, return to class. Your sister needs to go to the hospital wing."

I sniffed, tears still streaming from my eyes and Snape kept the towel pressed to my arm.

"Come on," he said quietly. We walked outside into the corridor and Harry went the opposite way. The towel stung my arm, but it felt much better than it had. "This will keep the skin from melting and it'll return your skin back to its normal color – slowly, very slowly, but surely."

"It hurts."

"I'm sure it does," he muttered. "I really can't believe Dumbledore has Slughorn teaching these potions. The man is an oaf."

I smiled through tears and sniffed again.

As Snape brought me into the hospital wing, he lifted the towel from my arm and I could see that the potion he had provided me helped drastically. My skin stopped bubbling, but it was still black. Madam Pomfrey grabbed my arm and yanked me away from Snape's side, pushing me down into a bed.

She began dumping all sorts of liquids into a bowl and she soaked some wrappings in it, and then wrapped it around my arm as I yelled out and clutched the bed sheets. I closed my eyes. "STOP!" I shouted. "STOP, PLEASE!"

I ripped the wrappings off my arm and Madam Pomfrey shook her head firmly. "Miss Potter, if you want your skin to go back to normal, I have to put this on your arm!"

My black skin was disgusting and I shook my head. The pain was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. Whatever Malfoy had poured on my arm was eating through my skin. I could feel it.

"Either I knock you out or Professor Snape and I hold you down. It's your choice."

I didn't want to give Malfoy the satisfaction. I wanted to return to class after getting my arm wrapped so I closed my eyes and held my arm out. I knew I should have been knocked out, but I was stupid. Madam Pomfrey soaked the bandages once again the potion. I felt Snape's hand hold my arm down, tightly pinned to the bed, so I couldn't move it.

As Madam Pomfrey wrapped my arm, I screamed and cried and I thought the veins in my neck were going to pop any second. She finished wrapping it and said, "Darcy, I'm going to give you a Sleeping Draught, okay? So you don't feel any pain – I know it hurts – I know."

I nodded, still crying, and the pressure from my arms suddenly went away and I knew that no one was holding me down. My body was visibly shaking.

"Professor Snape," Madam Pomfrey said to him. "She'll be fine here. Thank you for bringing her here. You make sure that whoever did this to her gets detentions for a year. Had she not been treated right away, she could have -" She cut off her sentence and looked at me. "It doesn't matter. It's just a good thing you got her here quickly."

Snape nodded, glanced at my arm, and then left swiftly. Madam Pomfrey grabbed a tissue and began dabbing at my cheeks and eyes, getting the tears off my face. I sniffed.

"I will be telling the Headmaster about this. Who did it to you?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"On purpose?"

I nodded and she wiped my eyes again. She fetched me the box of tissues and she sat on my bed, stirring a few ingredients together to create a Sleeping Draught. "I saw him knock over his cauldron. He was laughing about it. But please – don't tell Dumbledore. I don't want Malfoy knowing that I acted so childish."

"Darcy, don't you understand what he could have done to you?" Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened. "What Draco Malfoy made was like acid. It would have melted your skin and if it reached your bones, it would eat away at your bones, too. Regrowing bones is painful enough, but to grow skin back as well? Darcy, it's not easy."

"It hurts."

"I know, I know," she frowned. "Here, drink this and you'll feel better. It'll just put you to sleep. But you're going to have to stay overnight here, okay? I want to make sure your skin gets better. It will take a long time, but I won't keep you here for more than two days."

I nodded and drank the potion. Almost instantly, I fell asleep.

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My arm still hurt when I woke up. Madam Pomfrey must have given me more pillows, because instead of one, I was propped up against three of them. My right arm was throbbing and searing with pain, but nothing compared to what it was like before I fell asleep.

I looked to my left and saw the two people I wanted to see most. Lupin was sitting in a chair, sleeping, his legs propped up on the end of my bed; Harry was awake and looking down at his trainers. He looked up and smiled. "You're finally awake!" he said and Lupin woke up immediately and moved his chair closer to me, grabbing my left hand. "We've been here for two hours."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Nearly eleven," Harry replied. "That reminds me, I've got to go get Madam Pomfrey. She says she has to change your bandages." He stood up and walked over to her office.

Lupin didn't smile at me. "I wish you would have gotten me right away," he said softly. "I wish I could have helped you."

"I had plenty of help," I replied with a small smile. "Besides, you're here now and that's perfectly fine with me." I gave his hand a squeeze.

"Tomorrow's the full moon," he reminded me and I frowned, gasping. "Don't worry – Snape has given me the Wolfsbane."

"Good thing he remembered," I sighed heavily. "Where exactly -?"

"Well," Lupin said. "There's a few options. I wanted to ask you just in case you were uncomfortable with one of my choices."

"Oh, well, go ahead."

"I could transform in an empty classroom that Dumbledore let me use," he said and I nodded, seeing nothing wrong with that. "I could go out to the Shrieking Shack, but as it gets colder, I don't think I'd want to be out there. And there's another one…"

"Where, Remus? Just tell me."

"I could transform in our room." I contemplated it. "I mean, you could just lock yourself in the bedroom just in case that something goes wrong –"

"Nothing will go wrong," I assured him. "Professor Snape helped me brew that Wolfsbane and he said it was good. He made sure I made it right."

"But there's the tiny chance that I could –"

"Trust me," I smiled.

"I just don't want you to have matching scars on both your shoulders," he said and I shook my head. Harry returned with Madam Pomfrey and she began to unwrap my arm. All four of us gave disgusted looks as my arm was revealed.

The skin that had been burnt was blackish and blistery, all around it, the skin was yellow and wax-like. The cool air hit my arm and I flinched. "Remus, you might want to hold her hand for this," Madam Pomfrey warned him and he raised an eyebrow. "Professor Snape had to hold her arm down last time so she wouldn't rip the wrappings from my hands."

Lupin's eyes met mine and I knew what he was thinking. I wished that he would avoid talking about Snape, because honestly, I didn't want to talk about him at all.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Madam Pomfrey said and she dipped the wrappings in the liquid. I nodded and she began to wrap my arm as fast as she could. I closed my eyes and kicked my legs out once, crying out in pain. I squeezed Lupin's hand as hard as I could and then – "Okay, all done." My arm still hurt. "Do you want some more of that Sleeping Draught? It'll put you right to sleep."

"N – no," I faltered. I wanted to stay up and talk to Lupin and Harry. "I think I can manage for a few minutes."

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Call me if you need me, Miss Potter."

"I heard Professor Snape told Dumbledore," Harry said quietly. "Apparently, Dumbledore was really mad."

Lupin nodded his head. "Yeah, I heard Snape gave Malfoy a week of detention, but Dumbledore made it a month."

"And what did Malfoy say?" I asked them both.

Harry and Lupin shrugged.

"It hurt really bad," I sighed, trying to ignore the pain. "I would have given him detention myself, but I haven't seen him since then."

"I would have expelled him," Lupin said angrily, still holding my hand. "The students should treat you like a professor and I bet you anything if Malfoy did that to Slughorn, he'd be expelled right away."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "Madam Pomfrey says my skin will heal very slowly, but it will definitely heal, even if it does hurt like a bitch. It hurt even more when it first happened. I was screaming at her to stop."

"I'll kill him," Harry told me and I smiled feebly. "Next time I'm alone with him, I'll kill him."

"Or next time we're in Potions, I'll make sure Slughorn checks Malfoy's cauldron," I sighed, leaning back into my pillows and closing my eyes. My arm was still throbbing and I wished that it would stop. "I think I'm going to ask for that Sleeping Draught soon. It's really hurting."

"I bet. That looked like something was eating your arm," Lupin said worriedly.

"I'll be okay soon," I told him.

"Harry, do you mind if I talk to her alone for a moment?" Lupin suddenly asked and Harry shook his head, standing up and placing a swift kiss on the top of my head.

"Get better," he said and he strutted towards the doors.

"I think I'm just going to go out to the Shrieking Shack," Lupin told me. "It's where I've always transformed."

"Why not just do it in our room?"

Lupin paused and looked away. "I don't want you to see me like that."

I frowned. "I love you," I said. "I love you for everything that you are. Everything, Remus. And if that means once a month you aren't as handsome as you usually are – who cares? I don't. I just want to be with you when you transform."

"Why?"

"It's important to me. You're always taking care of me and I like taking care of you, too."

He smiled. "I like being taken care of. It's nice to know that someone in this world actually wants to take care of me." Lupin kissed my hand. "I especially like that it's you."