Hey guys. I feel like I'm not writing things that you guys like, and that I'm running out of ideas, so, all I have to say is I will post a story that is something not Potter Twins related soon. Once I finish writing it. It might be a one-shot or a multi-chapter. It depends on how much I feel like writing and how in depth I want to get. So, I hope you like the chapter, and I will post the new story in a week or two, maybe more depending on school work load. (Oh seventh grade, I love you so.) Thanks and Enjoy!

Juliet's POV – Lockhart's Office

I pouted as Lockhart sat across from me at his desk. I knew as soon as I said any sentence with the word werewolf in it he would begin listing off efficient ways to kill one. It's how it always is. We are so underestimated by the general public, and it really ticked me off.

"Juliet has a, um, werewolf problem," Hermione said slowly, beginning to see the flaw in her plan, too.

I would have rather spoke to Hagrid, who cares for dangerous and extreme creatures, rather than Lockhart. He "taught" us how to protect ourselves from dangerous situations with other magical beings.

Sure enough, as soon as the word left Hermione's lips, Lockhart had so many stories to tell about he killed a werewolf that was attacking a small town.

"She meant I was one," I growled, getting up walking out.

I wasn't mad at Hermione, I could never be mad at her, but she was beginning to lose it. She must know that I'm fine; it's just a little rough sometimes. She followed me all the way up to the door out. I stopped and hugged her.

"I'm sorry," Hermione muttered.

"Don't be, you were trying to help. I appreciate your concern, but I've got Tom and you. That's all I need. I promise. Go on and find Harry and Ron. Get some dinner," I told her, looking at her after our hug.

She nodded and smiled at me as she went off to dinner, and I went out the doors as I did every night of the full moon. It was the last night I had to do this for a month, which was a relief.

Tom's POV – Morning – Common Room

I paced, something was wrong. Juliet was always back by at least seven, and it was getting close to eight. I was lucky that it was a Saturday, so I had all day to wait for her. Hermione came down, the same distressed look as I.

"I'm going down to Hagrid's to ask him," I said to her.

"I'm going with."

I nodded and grabbed her hand, knowing she needed support, as it was the first time ever that Juliet wasn't there.

I comforted her, "It'll be fine."

She nodded as we left the common room, going down to Hagrid's Hut by the Forest. I knocked on the door, and from inside I could hear muffled whispers. There were several people there, in the hut, and one of them finally opened the door. It was McGonagall.

"Oh, Tom, Hermione, maybe come back at a later time, Hagrid is busy," She said with a sigh.

"We're looking for Juliet. She didn't come back this morning. Is she alright?" Hermione asked stepping forward. McGonagall looked down and stepped aside for us to come in.

I gasped at the sight, and Hermione squeaked afraid. Juliet was laying on a table in the middle of the room unconscious. She had deep gashes in her side and one on each arm. Her legs looked like she'd grated them with a cheese grater, and her face was almost unrecognizable from the cuts there. Her shirt was ripped in multiple places, exposing even more cuts and bruises. I heard a choked sob from Hermione as hugged me, crying into my shirt. I rubbed her back, not knowing what to say.

Juliet groaned slightly as the other professors began to talk amongst themselves, leaving Hermione and I to take a closer look. They were obviously waiting for Professor Dumbledore, and Lockhart wasn't there, which didn't surprise me.

"Tom?" Professor Flitwick called me over.

I walked over, keeping Hermione by my side. I was supporting all of her weight she was crying so hard. On occasion I would tell her something to comfort her.

"W-we think an older werewolf attacked her. For territory, most likely," Hagrid said between great, heaving sobs.

It took everything in me not to cry, seeing all of the professors so grim and Hagrid crying. I nodded, having thought the same thing. We all ignored the door opening. I looked back a bit and saw Professor Dumbledore and Lockhart. I didn't want him anywhere near here. All Lockhart could do was screw things up. He was a horrible teacher and knew nothing about the dark arts.

"Don't go anywhere near her," I grumbled to him as I walked back by her side with Hermione.

As soon as Hermione began to calm down I asked her if she needed to step out or anything, but she wouldn't. She was brave, especially with the condition Juliet was in. She kept saying that Juliet could get through it, and I patted her on the back.

In the middle of Hermione and I's conversation I heard what sounded like slurred speech from behind me. I turned around and saw that Juliet was trying to speak, her eyes open slightly.

"Hermione?" She called out, finally getting her speech together.

Hermione was by her side in seconds. The professors all grouped around her, trying to see what happened, if Juliet remembered.

"You were right. I think I do need someone to talk to," She mumbled and laughed slightly.

Juliet was the only person that could be bleeding out and still make a joke about it.

Harry's POV – Breakfast

Tom came in alone, which made me wonder where Hermione was. I noticed he looked grim and slightly pale as he came over to me.

"You and Ron might need to come. Juliet's being taken to the hospital, St. Mungo's, and we don't know how bad it is, yet," Tom explained.

My heart leaped and Ron looked terrified. The Twins, who were sitting just behind us and stood, beginning to ask Tom how they would get there and such, but Tom stopped them, beginning to explain how we were all getting there and other minor details.

The only thing going through my head was worry for Juliet. It was weird how one minute someone is perfectly fine and the next you're being told they're in the hospital.