The weeks seemed to fly by as they did every year. Even though we were to be at Hogwarts for a near 8 months out of the year, it never seemed like enough time. One thing I had begun to notice though was how sunken Professor Lupin's face seemed to get every few weeks. Typically around lunar cycles. Regardless I rather enjoyed spending time with him, hearing about my Mum and Dad. It was one of the only things that seemed to be helping with my panic attacks and terrors through the night.

The students all sat in the DADA classroom chattering happily amongst themselves. The door bounced open and to the classes surprise it was not Professor Lupin that walked inside. It was Professor Snape. He waved his wand and made the shutters close on the windows, creating darkness within the room. He dropped a large projection screen down in the front of the class and gave all, a menacing look.

"Turn to page 394." Snape pronounced throughly. He began to walk the floors and Harry leaned over the empty seat next to him.

"Excuse me, sir? Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked concerned.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" Professor Snape sneered at him. "Suffice to say that your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394."

Ron was taking him time flipping though the pages one by one. Professor Snape had finally made it to the back of the class where the projector was. He tapped the device with his wand, making it turn on, and in annoyance with Ron taking his sweet time, he flicked his wand again. Flipping to page 394 for him. I popped up in the class and in my empty seat next to Ronald. Hermione taking her's next to Harry. I looked at the page and frowned, realizing where weren't this far into the book yet.

"Werewolves?" Ron read off the page.

"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and hinkypunks. Where not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks?" I questioned Snape. Ron nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned and realized I was next to him.

"Quiet." Snape elongated in his monotone voice.

"When did she come in? Did you see her actually come in?" Ron complained in a whisper across desks towards Harry who shook his head just as confused.

"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" Hermione and I's hand's shot straight up in the air. Professor Snape walked up the aisle between the desk with his back turned, not even bothering to turn around. "No one? How disappointing."

I rolled my eyes and put my hand down. But that wasn't good enough for Hermione.

"Please, sir. An animagus is a wizard that elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of it's own kind." Hermione explained.

"Awooo!" Malfoy howled. Crabbe, who sat next to him laughed loudly.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Snape gave him a soft glare. "You have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride along with Miss Potter in being an insufferable know it all?" Snape asked bullying Hermione, with the nerve to include my name. Hermione looked down almost as though she had tears in her eyes.

"You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you do not want to be told?" I challenged. Snape's head snapped and looked at me.

"Miss Potter, detention and 10 points from Gryffindor." Snape said cooly.

"That's hardly fair. She's right. You ask and they answer your questions every class. How else are we meant to learn if you don't let us?" Ron question him bravely. The entire room went silent at Ron's outburst. Snape towered over our desk and glared at the both of us.

"You've just joined Miss Potter in Detention, Mr. Weasley. And if I ever hear you critique the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed." Snape threatened as he got very close to Ron's face. He backed off and headed up to the front of the class. "As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk by Monday morning, two rows of parchment on the werewolf with particular emphasis on recognizing one."

The entire class groaned as he spoke about the extra homework.

"Sir, it's quidditch tomorrow." Harry reminded him annoyed.

"Then, I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter." Snape got in his face intimidatingly. "Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394." Snape left Harry's desk and began teaching again. While Malfoy had blown an enchanted origami bird towards Harry. "The term 'werewolf' is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word 'were', which means man and wolf. Werewolf. Man-wolf. There's several ways to become a werewolf. They include being in the power of shape shifting, being bitten by a werewolf and being born to one."

Harry's note from Malfoy, was a drawing of him being electrocuted by the lightening that was said to be part of a heavy storm during tomorrow's match. After class Ron and I were held behind and informed we would be forced to scrub the bed pans in the hospital wing, by hand, without any magic. We were both furious as we walked towards the common room.

"You know, Ronald. If you hadn't been trying to be brave and all, sticking up for Hermione and I like that. You wouldn't have to be scrubbing bedpans with me on Monday." I pointed out as he continued to complain the whole way to the common room. His ears went a bit pink like they always do when he's caught up in a tough situation.

"Well, couldn't just him bully you, could I?" Ron asked. "He's a rotten teacher, specially against us Gryffindor's. Would you rather I'd stayed silent, so you could clean bedpans alone?" Ron raised his brow.

"I mean, I guess not. The company will be nice. Other than your constant complaining." I teased.

"Mhm, well my complaining is a a lot more enjoyable then you being a know it all. Spouting off facts about everything." Ron teased and I bumped his side with my arm.

"Hey!" I scoffed. "You stood up for me being a know it all, remember? You wouldn't have done it, if you didn't like that about me." I grinned confidently.

"You're not wrong." Ron said shyly after a moment. Kicked me right off my high horse. "I actually don't know if I'd survive being at Hogwarts without you, Olivia."

"Give yourself more credit, Ron." I grabbed his hand and squeezed. "You're just as bright as me. One day you'll see. I'm sure of it."

I tried to pull away but Ron didn't let go of my hand. I felt my cheeks pink up and I was rather enjoying holding Ron's hand. He held it all the way to the common rooms. I wasn't sure still about his feelings, but it was definitely a step in the right direction.

The next morning was Quidditch: Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor. The weather conditions were positively horrible. The wind was strong, rain was heavy and blinding, with a lot of thunder and lightning. The game had begun and Harry was already chasing down the snitch. He sped past the Gryffindor bleachers reaching a hand out to catch the ball. His goggles were all fogged up and for the life of me I didn't understand how he could see. But I was proud either way.

"Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor!" Our side chanted.

"Go, Harry! Woo!" I screamed loudly as he zoomed past us.

"You got it, Harry!" Hermione screamed over the rain and chanting.

We were all in our rain gear leaning on the railing watching the game continue on. Some people were using umbrella's even though they were utterly useless. The wind blowing the rain every which way. A large bolt of lightening striked down hitting Angelina Johnson's broom. She screamed as she and her broom raced towards the ground, nearly taking out Harry. He continued on after the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory. Up into the clouds they disappeared.

Harry flew up higher and higher, with his visibility only getting worse. He stopped up in the cloud bank as he'd lost sight of them. Thunder and lightening crackled all around him, illuminating the sky. Harry saw something he did not expect and it made him panic slightly. The Grim appeared to form in one of the passing clouds. The Golden Snitch soared in front of Harry's face and he quickly zoomed off after the ball once again.

Higher and higher he flew until icicles began to grow on his goggles and broom stick handle. Flashes of black soared all around him. He began to panic realizing he was being chased by Dementors. Harry flew higher in the air until he couldn't anymore. His breathing was low and short. He needed to get away from them. Harry let his body become weightless and he soared on his broom back towards the ground, leaning forward and soaring through the many cloaked figures around him. He pulled up on the broom seeing he was not going to make it out. A Dementor flew underneath him, surprising him. Harry could feel the life being sucked away and he let go off his broom, plummeting back towards the ground.

We all were watching, waiting for Harry to come back out of the clouds after the snitch came back down. It was being chased around by Cedric, but there was no sign of Harry. I felt a sudden weightless sensation and the faint scream of my mother in my brain. I began quickly scouring the sky for any sign of him, filled with worry. I could faintly see through the rain the dark black cloaks that seemed to fill the upper part of the sky and I gasped loudly.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked quickly.

"Dementors!" I whispered not wanting to send the tower into a frenzy. I could feel myself begin to panic even more. I thought to myself hard that I couldn't. I needed to know he was safe first. Suddenly Harry's body broke the cloud bank and rushed towards the ground. "HARRY!" I screamed in terror.

Everyone gasped having heard my shout through the nasty weather. And finally noticed the boy falling towards the ground. Dumbledore stood quickly and raised his hand in the air.

"Aresto momentum!"

Harry's body slowed significantly and lightly bumped the ground. Dumbledore had taken our his wand and shoo'd off the Dementor's following him. Ron, Hermione and I were the first one's down to the pitch. Harry was ushered quickly into the hospital wing with us right behind him. After Madam Pomfrey finally gave the okay we and the entire Gryffindor team rushed to his beside. I sat in the chair next to him and held onto his cold hand.

"I think he's finally waking up." I gasped as he finally moved after almost an hour.

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron mentioned.

"Peaky?" Fred scoffed.

"What'd you expect?" George mocked his brother.

"He fell over a hundred feet." Fred said.

"Yeah, come on, Ron. Let's walk you off the Astronomy tower and see what you look like." George suggested as Harry's eye's finally fluttered open. We were all hovering over him.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry cracked a joke with his voice that broke. Making all of us chuckle.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked him.

"Oh, brilliant." Harry replied sarcastically.

"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." George told him.

"What happened?" Harry asked as I handed him his glasses.

"I told you that'd be the first thing he cares about." I rolled my eyes and then gave my brother a weak smile.

"Well, you sort of fell off your broom." Ron pointed out obviously.

"Really?" Harry said sarcastically to him. "I meant the match. Who won?" We all became sort of quiet and Harry's eye's went wide. "We didn't lose did we?"

"Cedric Diggory caught the snitch, Harry, just after you fell. He hadn't realized what happened. When he saw you on the ground he tried to demand a rematch, but even Oliver admitted they won fair and square." I explained to him gently.

"Speaking of, where is Oliver?" Harry asked realizing the captain was the only person not in the room.

"Still in the showers. We reckon he's trying to drown himself." Fred joked. Normally, Harry would laugh at such a joke but he only looked down. You could see the guilt written on his face.

"No one blames you, Harry." I assured him quickly.

"The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds." Hermione explained. "Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off."

"There's, uh, something else you should know too, Harry." Ron spoke nervously. He held a giant blanket in his hands with Harry's broom wrapped up inside it, smashed to pieces. "Um, when you fell, your broom it-it sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and..." Ron showed him a piece and Harry was visibly upset.

Madam Pomfrey ushered us all out of the room to give Harry time to rest. On Sunday, he was allowed out of the hospital wing. We were to be meeting with Professor Lupin again. We went for a walk on the bright sunny day through the edge of the forest.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick, Harry." Lupin told him sympathetically. "Is there no chance of fixing it?"

"No." Harry shook his head sadly.

"Professor, can you tell us why the Dementors effect Harry and I so? You know, more than everyone else?" I asked curiously.

"Listen, the Dementors are amongst the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling. Every happy memory. Until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences. You are not weak, Olivia an Harry. The Dementors effect the both of you most of all because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. Neither of you have anything to be ashamed of." Lupin explained throughly.

"I'm scared, Professor." Harry admitted.

"Me too." I agreed.

"Well, I'd consider the both of you fool's if you weren't." Lupin smiled. He seemed to be in pain as we walked across the grounds. I definitely took it into consideration.

"Harry and I need to know how to fight them." I stated. "We were hoping you could teach us."

"You made that Dementor on the train go away." Harry pointed out in agreement.

"There was only one that night." Professor Lupin reminded us.

"But, you still made it go away." I countered.

Hedwig and Arwen chirped as they perched themselves on a tree stump, having reached our destination. We'd walked around the forest, surrounding the black lake and looked out to the beautiful view of the island that rested in the center.

"I don't pretended to be an expert, little one." Professor Lupin sighed. "But, as the Dementors seem to have developed a particular interest in the both of you, perhaps I should teach you." Harry and I thanked him with large smiles. "But after the holiday's. For now, I need to rest."