Considering how the boys were angry with us, we decided to live in the library to avoid them. I was so pissy with them.

"It's for his own safety! How could he not see that?" Hermione kept saying every time she looked up from her work.

"I think they have a bit of PMS!" I said a little too loudly for the library.

"Oh Wil, you always know how to make me laugh." Hermione said resting her head on my shoulder.

All in all, I was glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again.

George sought me out in the library after finding out about the broomstick thing and how we retreated there.

As soon as he appeared Hermione spoke in a very giggly voice. "I have to go...and do that....thing." and she skipped off to the common room giggling madly.

"Hi, how was your Christmas?" I asked.

"It was alright, Percy was being a prat, but some things never change. How was yours?"

"Pretty depressing actually, but the mood has seemed to pick up in the last few minutes though. Apparently people can have that effect on it."

"I understand perfectly."

We held hands and walked up to Gryffindor tower being as normal as the pair of us ever were.

Classes started again the next day. The last thing I felt like doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a raw January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for our enjoyment, and we spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame-loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, white-hot logs.

The first Divination lesson of the new term was much less fun; Professor Trelawney was now teaching us palmistry, and I was informed that there was a secret behind the lines in my hands, but she couldn't tell me what it was. Even Harry spoke to me then, just to say that she was a lunatic.

It was actually Defence Against the Dark Arts that I was excited about. I really love it and Lupin seems to get me. Okay, now I'm sounding like a weird person with a crush on a teacher. BUT I DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM I SWEAR! HE IS JUST REALLY COOL!

Why am I verifying this with myself? It's not like anyone is listening to my thoughts. Right? Right? GO AWAY MIND READER GO AWAY.

This is sanity my friends, sanity.

Meh, Sanity is overrated anyway.

"Harrow Professor! How was your Christmas?" I asked at the end of the lesson.

"Pretty crappy, I was Sick." He lied.

HOW COULD HE LIE TO ME? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SIR! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!

"Shut up Willow." Lucy said to me.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP ON LEAVING ME?"

"I never leave you, I just hide away from the craziness."

"Right. Now tune back into reality."

Hermione and I left the room behind Ron and Harry.

"Still looks ill, doesn't he?" said Ron loudly. "What d'you reckon's the matter with him?"

Hermione gave a loud and impatient 'tuh'.

"And what are you tutting at us for?" said Ron irritably.

"Nothing," said Hermione in a lofty voice.

"Yes, you were," said Ron. "I said I wonder what's wrong with Lupin, and you --"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Hermione and I.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't," snapped Ron.

"Fine," said Hermione haughtily, and we marched off.

later that evening, I was sitting in front of the fire before I had a very strange experience.

The common room was dissolving before my eyes...I was falling again through thick white fog, and someone's voice was echoing inside my head -

"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please -- I'll do anything --"

"Stand aside -- stand aside, girl --"

"Willow?" It was George kneeling beside me. I jerked back to life. I was lying on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said looking anxious.

I didn't know. Weird stuff happens to me.

"Umm...I need to see Harry?" I said in more of a question that a statement. I was confused, but considering his name was mentioned, it seemed like the normal thing to do.

"What?" Hermione and George said together.

"I umm yeah. Where is he?"

"Dunno. Ask Ron." George said shrugging.

"Oy, Ron! Where's Harry?" I called across the room.

"What's it to you?" he snapped back.

"Don't be a prat, just tell me."

"Lupin's office."

And so I left. Everyone seemed to be confused.

I knocked on the door of Professor Lupin's office and realised how awkward this is gonna sound.

"Hi, It's Willow. Just wondering if you have been fighting any Dementors because I got sucked into Harry's head and re-lived his mother's death."

Fabulous. This is just fabulous.

The door opened.

"Willow?" Lupin said looking at me in confusion.

"Umm," I stopped, how was I going to say this without being admitted into St. Mungo's as a mental patient?

"Come in." Lupin said standing aside.

Harry sat across the room leaning against a desk, eating a chocolate frog. He looked like hell.

"Sit." Lupin told me. I sat. "What's wrong?"

"Umm, Well...We're you like fighting a Dementor?" I said flatly.

"Yes..." Harry said awkwardly.

"I, umm, I don't know how it happened but...Harry, I got liked sucked into your head again and I heard Voldemort and your mother."

Both Lupin and Harry paled a bit. And when I tried to speak again, my voice was higher pitched than usual. "And I don't know what's going on, I'm confused, and I passed out." There was a really long pause. "I made it awkward didn't I?" I stood up. "I'll just go."

"No." I was kind of surprised that it was Harry who spoke. Lupin told me to sit by the back wall and I watched what was happening.

"Ready?" said Lupin, gripping the box lid.

"Ready," said Harry.

"Go!" said Lupin, pulling off the lid. The room went icily cold and dark. The Dementor glided forward, drawing its breath; one rotting hand was extending toward Harry --

"Expecto patronum!" Harry yelled. "Expecto patronum! Expecto Pat --"

It happened again, I was thrust into Harry. (Man that sounds wrong.)

White fog obscured my senses...big, blurred shapes were moving around me...then came a new voice, a man's voice, shouting, panicking --

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off --"

The sounds of someone stumbling from a room -- a door bursting open -- a cackle of high- pitched laughter --

"Harry! Willow! One of you wake up!" Lupin was saying.

I sat up straight away feeling weird, just like I had before.

Harry woke up like a moment after me.

"I heard my dad," Harry mumbled. "That's the first time I've ever heard him -- he tried to take on Voldemort himself, to give my mum time to run for it..."

I noticed Harry had tears on his face. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace, so that we wouldn't see. It was pointless though.

"You heard James?" said Lupin in a strange voice.

"Yeah..." Harry looked up. "Why -- you didn't know my dad, did you?"

"I -- I did, as a matter of fact," said Lupin. "We were friends at Hogwarts. Listen, Harry -- perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. This charm is ridiculously advanced...I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this..."

"No!" said Harry. He got up again. "I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is...hang on..."

"Think of me!" I joked pulling myself off the floor.

"Ready?" said Lupin, who looked as though he were doing this against his better judgment. "Concentrating hard? All right -- go!"

He pulled off the lid of the case, and the Dementor rose out of it; the room fell cold and dark --

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellowed. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

The screaming inside my head had started again -- except this time, it sounded as though it were coming from a badly tuned radio -- softer and louder and softer again.

The Dementor had halted and a silver shadow had burst from Harry's wand and hovered in front of him.

Epic.

"Riddikulus!" roared Lupin, springing forward.

There was a loud crack, and Harry's cloudy Patronus vanished along with the Dementor; he sank into a chair and I saw his legs shaking.

"Excellent!" Lupin said, striding over to where Harry sat. "Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!"

"That was epic." I said finally voicing my thoughts. Harry and Lupin both gave a start, they had obviously forgotten I was there. "sorry. " I added hastily.

"Can we have another go? Just one more go?" Harry turned back to Lupin.

"Not now," said Lupin firmly. "You've had enough for one night. Here --"

He handed Harry a large bar of Honeydukes' best chocolate.

"Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?"

"Okay," said Harry. There was a pause as Lupin was putting out the candles, and I moved to stand beside Harry. "Professor Lupin?" Harry said. "If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black as well."

Lupin turned very quickly.

"What gives you that idea?" he said sharply.

"Nothing -- I mean, I just knew they were friends at Hogwarts too..."

Lupin's face relaxed.

"Yes, I knew him," he said shortly. "Or I thought I did. You'd better be off, it's getting late."

We left the classroom, walking along the corridor and around a corner, then we took a detour behind a suit of armour and Harry sank down on its plinth to finish his chocolate.

"Er, do you want me to go?" I said awkwardly. Harry was obviously deep in thought. Harry didn't hear me. So I started to walk slowly down the corridor on my own. I walked into my dorm and slumped on my bed.

"Willow, Willow, Willow." I said aloud. "Why do the weirdest things happen to you?"

***

Quidditch practice had been extended to five training sessions a week, which made me depressed because of less George time. Hermione, whose immense workload finally seemed to be getting to her, didn't seem to want to talk to me.

Feeling like we were both pretty lonely, I spent my evenings talking to Ron who seemed to have forgiven me.

"How's she doing it?" Ron said to me one evening as we both sat finishing a nasty essay on Undetectable Poisons for Snape. I looked up. Hermione was barely visible behind a tottering pile of books.

"Doing what?"

"Getting to all her classes!" Ron said. "I heard her talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about yesterday's lesson, but Hermione can't have been there, because she was with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie McMillan told me she's never missed an Ancient Runes class, but half of them are at the same time as Divination, and she's never missed one of them either!"

"I dunno," I said scribbling down the last two words of my essay. I pulled my Muggle Studies Sheets toward me. "She is pretty awesome, maybe she can time travel."

"You realise that you are absolutely no help." Ron said.

"Well, yeah, I'm renowned for it." I smirked back. Ron looked grumpy.

"So what do you do in muggle studies anyway? Learn how to use a fellytone?" Ron asked me.

"Nah, we do that next year. This year, we learn Maths and English. I'm thinking of running away as fast as I can. As you might have noticed, I doesn't English speak good." Ron laughed.

"Yeah Willow, you are a bit retarded."

"Only a bit? I'm offended!"

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Tralala! did you like? Hope you did. Post-Potter Depression to the max and i only saw the movie yesterday. I'm so sad.

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Luff you all