A/N: Two chapters in one day! Awesome! So this is another short chapter, but it's got some events in it! Gee, I wonder what it could be...Hmmmm...I already know! Duh! But you'll find out soon! So go read! R&R!

"Make it a powerful memory," Harry told us, "The happiest you've ever felt. Allow it to fill you up!"

Today's lesson was Patronus Charms. Rosaline and I sat on the sidelines, watching everyone practice. Hermione already got a giddy, silver otter; which was twirling around her happily.

"Expecto Patronum!" Ginny yelled.

A beautiful horse neighed loudly as it formed into Ginny's patronus.

"Fantastic, Ginny!" Harry said.

Ginny was actually coming along very well in D.A. meetings. We then watched Luna created a silver bunny rabbit.

"Go on, Neville," Harry said.

"Expecto Patronum," Neville said, but only a silver vapor came from his wand.

"I'm trying," Neville pleaded.

Something was clogging up that kid's mind.

"George, you try," Harry said.

"Expecto Patronum!" George said, but a silver vapor came out instead.

"Come on, George, you can do it," I cheered on.

George glanced at me and smiled. He hesitated before he decided to try again.

"Expecto Patronum!" he repeated, creating a stealth-like fox. I giggled and lightly applauded him. I hurried over to his side and kissed his cheek.

"That's amazing," I said.

"Yeah," George smirked, "You want to know what I was thinking about?"
"What?" I asked, growing curious.

"The first time I told you I loved you," he smiled.

I smiled back brightly and kissed him on the lips passionately. The sweet and fiery taste of his lips burned joyfully against mine. I pulled away seconds later and watched his eyes sparkle when they looked into mine.

Suddenly my joy was interrupted by a loud yet muffled sound outside of the Room of Requirement. Slowly, one by one, the patronuses started to disappear. The room shook a little, producing a small hole in one of the walls. Nigel and Harry slowly made their ways to the wall and peered in. Then Harry quickly pulled Nigel away. I immediately knew why; the wall exploded. Clouds of dust and smoke clogged the room, making me cough quietly.

Everything cleared up and revealed Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Geek Squad on the other side of the newly made hole in the wall.

We're in so much trouble.

"Get them!" she ordered.

Each person grabbed a group of people and dragged them away.

"Mr. Goyle," Umbridge said, "Would take Miss White and Miss Moriali with me, please?"

Goyle smirked and grabbed me and Rosaline's arms roughly, dragged away to wherever the hell Umbridge was taking us. Once we got to her Umbridge's office, she turned to Goyle.

"Thank you, Mr. Goyle," she smiled, "Ten points to Slytherin for the…kind hand. I'll take care of them from here."

Kind hand my ass! He probably left bruises on my arm!

Goyle walked away, leaving me and Rosaline with the sickeningly pink devil standing in front of us.

"Come with me, please," she said, but not with any kindness in her voice.

But we didn't have a choice; she grabbed our arms and dragged us into her overly pink office. She walked over to her fireplace and threw in a handful of dust. Green flames erupted and then she forced us in. At first I thought we were going to burn, but nothing happened.

"1501 Elizabeth Drive," she shouted and suddenly we were consumed in the green fire. I could feel myself being pulled and tugged all over the place until I felt ground again. We were in another fireplace. Before I could think about exactly where we were, Umbridge dragged us out. I noticed that we were in a large room; it almost looked like a basement. She pulled us up the stairs and then out the door. We came to a dim hallway. The light bulbs in the glass cases on the ceiling continued to flicker and make loud buzzing noises. She dragged us all the way to the end of the hall. She then opened the door and thrust us in. Before we could run out, she shut the door on us. Oddly, she didn't come in the room with us.

I slowly turned around and felt my heart skip several beats. It was a large laboratory with several people in lab coats scurrying all over the place. It was terribly familiar to me. I only prayed to God that it wasn't the place I dreaded most. One of the men turned around and noticed we were here.

"Alert Mr. Carver," he said, "They're here!"

My heart then dropped down to my stomach. Rosaline looked at me with fear in her eyes. Umbridge had taken us to Division.

Two large, burly men grabbed me and Rosaline and dragged into separate rooms. I was trapped in what looked like an interrogation room. I would have looked around for ways to escape, but I was too busy being mad at Umbridge.

Why in the name of sweet hell would she do this? How did she know about Division? Did this mean that Division knew about magic and the wizard world? Why would that toad-face join Division? I'm so going to kill that bitch when I get out of here…How do I get out of here?

Suddenly the door opened, revealing someone I hated more than Umbridge and Malfoy combined; Henry Carver. He smirked at me and then sat down at the small table in the middle of the room.

"Sit," he ordered.

"I'm taking orders from you," I hissed.

He only chuckled at me.

"I see you haven't changed," he smiled, showing his very white teeth.

"I noticed you're the same, too," I said, "Still an asshole and murderer."

"Aaralyn, you must not hold on to the past," he said.

"You made my life miserable," I said, "You also killed my best friend's parents. You were also going to use me as some weapon in your dream plan, which you still want me for."

"You catch on fast," he chuckled.

I glared at him, wishing that the son of a bitch would burst into flames.

"Come now, Aaralyn," he said, "Why don't you just give up and join us? You must be tired of running and hiding."

"I'd rather die than join Division," I scowled.

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice," Carver snapped.

He angrily got up from his chair and walked to the door.

"Until you've changed your mind," he said, "I'll have Hector…persuade you a little to join."

He opened the door wider to let in another man as he went out. Hector was much taller than me, but wasn't a giant, burly man like Hagrid the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts. He did have muscle though. He glared at me and then smiled evilly.

"You touch me and you'll die," I hissed.

His laughed bounced off the walls of the almost empty room. He then stepped closer to me, dangerously close. I could feel anger and rage build up in me. I brought my hands up and flew him across the room. He got up and brushed himself off as if he tripped. His smirk turned into a scowl. He then lifted me in the air, and flung me against the wall. I felt the pressure still on me, and then he pulled me off the wall and threw me against again; and again and again.

Pain ached through my body as he finally let me go. I weakly got up, but was then pushed back down by Hector's force. I could see the slightly transparent shield that was pressing down on me. Hector brought his fist into the air and then swung it down hard, making hit much more powerful with the shield.

All I remembered was a powerful hit, pain and then blackness surrounding me.

Rosaline's POV

I couldn't believe that Umbridge brought us to Division. How could this even happen to us? I didn't understand how she knew about Division. I couldn't put it together on when she knew about Division, making her know about me and Aaralyn. The timing made no sense.

Before I could put it all together, the door opened. Carver then stepped into the room and smirked widely at me. I only glared in return.

"Hello Rosaline," he said as he sat down across from me.

I didn't respond, I just continued to glare.

"You've been doing some very bad things, you know," he said, "Hiding a wanted person from Division," he then made a tisking noise with his tongue, "You should be ashamed of yourself."

I still didn't say anything.

"Oh, I see," he chuckled, "You're trying the silent treatment. That's definitely mature of you."

I glared deeper into his dark eyes. While I was looking into them, I saw a sudden spark ignite in them.

"What I don't understand," he said, "is why they picked you to hide her. Out of all people, they picked a little weak Shadow. Nick could have been smarter and chosen himself or Cassie. They could have actually protected Aaralyn if she got out of hand or if she was in trouble. But instead they picked you; a second-generation Shadow."

I could feel rage burning in my veins. My hands tightened into fists underneath the table. My knuckles started to turn white with frustration. But Carver only chuckled.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, "Erase my memory so I would forget what I said?"

He laughed at his pathetic joke and then walked out of the room. As soon as the door closed I got up from my chair and kicked the wall angrily. I picked up the chair and then threw it across the room. I madly slammed my fists against the walls until my rage started to fade from exhaustion. I sighed furiously and slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall.

I hated Carver. I hated him Carver more than I hated Umbridge. He killed Nick's dad, and he also killed my parents. He killed them before I had enough time to know them. And for that, I hated him more than anything else in the world. He would always be the most hated thing to me.

Someone get me out of here.