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Third Person POV – Girl's Dorms

Juliet woke up in her bed, looking around slightly confused. Nothing was broken and the room looked completely fine. The only thing odd was that Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed. Juliet gasped, remembering last night and began a line of excuses before Hermione stopped her.

"Juliet, calm down. I know," She said smiling. "I don't care. It isn't your fault."

Juliet almost died of relief. She never thought Hermione would know and, quite frankly, not be freaked out. That was why she loved Hermione, you could tell her anything and then prove it and she could be fine with it. Her whole life is just one big learning experience and nothing to this point has freaked her out.

Juliet walked slowly to breakfast, still stiff from falling out of the tree. She had a bruise from it, too, which she had noticed while she was changing into my uniform. Juliet sat by Harry, Ron, Tom, Hermione, Fred, and George, which was fun as they all cracked jokes.

"You look awful, Juliet," Harry commented at one point. "What happened to you?"

"Fell out of a tree," She replied easily. "You look like you hung from a flying car over 1,000 feet off the ground."

Harry and Ron both gaped. They'd figured someone would see, but the least likely was Juliet. She could barely read off the blackboards the teachers wrote on. For her to have seen them was insane. Juliet just smirked slightly as she ate when it dawned on Harry that she had glasses. They were black on the outside with a green rim around the inside edge and green strips on the side.

"You have glasses!" Ron pointed out.

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Oh really?" She remarked sarcastically.

She knew it was mean to be so sarcastic with Ron, but she was tired and didn't feel like speaking much. She yawned as she tried to apologize, finally giving up and going back up to her bed, giving up on trying to stay awake that day.

Hermione's POV - Breakfast

I only picked at my food. I worried for Juliet. As I thought of last night I remembered how she just let herself fall out of that tree. The fact that she did that just to protect her secret was dangerous and irrational. I was worried that one day she'd hurt herself, especially with her lack of control over her will. She did what she thought she should without a second thought. What scared me the most was that Juliet would get hurt badly during her transformations. I knew she didn't know what she was doing, but even with Tom controlling her she's reckless.

"Hermione? Why's Juliet always leaving?" Ron asked me.

"No idea. Maybe she doesn't get good sleep," I suggested.

Ron looked bummed, he knew I was lying, but I'm a horrible liar. Tom and Juliet lied so naturally, but I just couldn't do it that well. I still refused to tell someone what was really happening when I lied, but they could usually tell.

I needed someone I could tell about Juliet so she could at least have someone to help her get through it. The professors knew already, but she never talked to them about it. She was so confined and quiet. I would talk to her, but I wouldn't even begin to know how. I guess she had Tom, but I just felt like she needed another werewolf to talk to. Someone she could chat with, but feel comfortable telling them if she's having problems with her transformations.

In my head it sounded silly, worrying about Juliet like that, but I couldn't help it. She was like a younger sister. I just wanted her to be alright, but I knew it'd be no use. She's been turning down all help anyone offered her since she was turned. With Lily and James dead I guess she felt she had nobody to turn to. And it would be off to go up to someone like her and say, "Hey, my friend is a werewolf like you! Want to talk to her?" It would just be awkward.

I gave up on the idea, eventually, and just let it be until I could talk to someone else about it.

Harry's POV – Defense Against the Dark Arts Class – First Lesson

I groaned as I saw Gilderoy Lockhart standing at the front of the room. Not this clown again, I thought. I looked around and saw that Juliet still wasn't there. I guess she didn't intend on going to class at all today, which made me worry even more. She had always loved going, even History of Magic interested her. She tried to go one day when she had a serious cold in our first year, but McGonagall wouldn't let her.

When Lockhart began to speak I completely snapped out of my thoughts. He looked around and frowned slightly, and then looked at me.

"Where's Ms. Potter?" He asked as he looked around more.

Hermione's hand shot up urgently and she whispered something to him that Ron and I couldn't hear, but he nodded and asked to see her after class. Hermione looked pleased with herself, but even more pleased when the lesson began.

Juliet's POV – The Corridors – After Dinner

"What did you drag me out of bed for? I have to leave soon," I complained as she excitedly led me down the hall.

We got to a classroom eventually and I could only tell where this was leading. She knocked on the door and standing in front of me was Gilderoy Lockhart. Not only did he annoy me to no end, but his books had way too many adventures for it to be believable. I thought he was a complete fraud.

"Hello, Ms. Potter. Ms. Granger here tells me that you have something you want to ask me about," He said to me with his fake grin.

She smiled, obviously pleased with herself, and my eyes widened, knowing what she'd done and I almost slammed my head into the nearest wall. Repeatedly.