Author's Note: Sorry, this one's much shorter. Next one will have more stuff happening, don't worry. I just had a bunch of medical issues. Anyway, here you go.

I own nothing. Literally nothing.

Recap: ...and James died.

(confused? :)Kiddin'. )

A big, black wall. That's what it felt like.

Sometimes one could decipher figures through it, people she thought she recognized, but before she got a good look at them, they vanished into thin air and she couldn't describe, to save her life, what they had looked like.

It sucked.

Especially if, now that she had to build a whole bunch of new memories onto nothing, she was surrounded by idiots and complete jackasses.

Remus was fine. Sirius wasn't that bad. But Potter? Hell no.

Actually, she had stopped referring to him as Potter. She preferred jackass.

Who did he think he was? Some almighty captain?

Okay, he was the leader of his group, but it wasn't like it was very big. Three people, big deal. And he treated all of them like property most of the time. She really had no idea why they were friends with him, or even stayed. She had only been with him for about a day and a half and she was already seriously considering taking dying in the woods as an option. He just...always wanted to control everything. The way any of them did anything. And Sirius and Remus were listening to him, yes, but she wasn't and he couldn't handle the simple fact of one person disobeying him. What was wrong with her for having her own opinions?

She might not be able to base them on actual facts because they had all left her brain for some reason, but that didn't mean she didn't know what she was talking about.

God, he was probably just a sexist. And a pervert. And possibly wanting to sell her as a whore.

She needed to get away from him. She needed to break through the wall in her head.

Soon. Maybe.

Let's be real, she had zero chance of surviving on her own. She probably would fall over into some kind of stream five seconds on and drown in a gruesome way.

Well, those were two very fantastic options.

It wasn't that big of a problem to stay with the group. Ignoring the jackass, Remus and even Sirius weren't that bad.

The biggest issue she had with the whole situation was the simple fact that she was limited to what she knew now.

She knew she must have been someone beyond the wall in her head, but she couldn't see anything. There might have been, no, there probably had been other options on what she could do with her life.

She would likely never know, instead being stuck with her stupid, tiny options on being a whore to several people or being a whore to jackass Potter.

And it was then that one of the most terrible thoughts struck her.

Potter was a man who took what he wanted and didn't hand out charity.

What did he want from her for staying in his group? Her innocence? Would anyone care if he took it?

She shivered with fear at the thought. This morning, she had slapped him, just to try and make him see that she could defend herself and he shouldn't try anything, but she also knew that he was stronger. He had pressed her to the ground that first night, cutting her off from the air. Who knows what he would have done if it hadn't been for Remus and Sirius waking up.

Remus and Sirius. The people who listened to him and trusted him unconditionally.

Oh God.