It was Halloween, just after the Hogsmede trip. Harry wasn't able to go, sadly, so he spent the time chatting with Professor Lupin, who told him about his parents. Though, he was curious about why she seemed so tense around him. He also chatted with Scales, who brought a potion in for Professor Lupin, both of them sharing a knowing smirk when the Potions Master handed the Defense Teacher a small, plain goblet that seemed so ordinary and boring.

Then, when Hermione and Ron came back, as well as Jackie - who was off in the library, studying - they went to the Great Hall for dinner. Thousands of Jack-o-Lanterns floated above head, dozens of clouds of lives bats flattered around the ceiling, and many flaming orange streamers swam lazily through the air, looking like brilliant watersnakes against the stormy ceiling.

The food was amazing, especially to Harry's enhanced taste and smell. Looking to the staff table, he saw Professor Lupin looking quite well, much better than the previous weeks. He was chatting with the little Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick. Glancing towards Scales, he saw that he was glancing worriedly towards Lupin.

In a moment of forgetfulness, Harry wondered why the usually cold Potions teacher was so… emotional.

The feast ended with the ghosts of Hogwarts providing some entertainment, mostly scaring the ever living shit out of students and staff alike. It was ruined, however, by Malfoy, who was still pissed at him, shouting at him over the crowd as they left; "I hope Black gets you, Potter!"

Refusing to comment or show any type of response, the Golden Trio made their way to the Gryffindor Tower, only to find the corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady was jammed to brim with students.

After much confusion and questioning, Percy Weasley pushed his way to the front, annoyance in his voice. "Let me through, please" he said. "What's the hold up here? You can't all have forgotten the password - excuse me, I'm Head Boy - "

And then, silence filled the corridor, from the front first towards the back, as if something froze their vocal cords, rendering them unable to speak. Then, Percy spoke in a suddenly sharp voice that they weren't used to hearing come from the usually proud and loud boy. "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick!"

Moments later, said professor came down, moving as quickly as he could with the students in his way, towards the portrait. The Trio moved closer to see what was going on.

"Oh, god-" Hermione said suddenly, voice heavy with fear as she grabbed tightly on Harry's arm.

The Fat Lady was gone from her portrait. Good thing too, because her portrait - what remained, being more correct - was ripped to shreds. It was so vicious that it went so deep into the wall on the other side, you could almost see the inside of the Common Room. Chunks of the painting were all over the ground, large, wet paw prints all over the floor.

After saying that she needed to be found and to search the school to find her, Peeves came by and spoke, saying that it was Sirius Black who did it, when she wouldn't let him.

Weeks after the meeting in the Great Hall with the rest of the school, and sleeping in the Great Hall, it was finally time for the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs Slytherin. The weather was terrible, raining pounding down, dark grey clouds rolling over the forest and pitch, bringing darkness from above. The wind was blowing so hard that most of them had trouble walking around.

Harry was woken rudely that morning, at four, by Peeves blowing in his ear. Harry was creeped out, and his beast pissed. So, when Harry glared at Peeves, his eyes were the soulless crimson that was his beast's eyes. The glare was so terrifying that it was like a Basilisk's. With a yelp, Peeves disappeared through the floor, his already white face so pale, it made snow look grey.

Because of his rude awakening, little to no sleep, the upcoming match, and Wood trying to 'help' him in the halls and during classes to prepare for the match, Harry was quite frankly pissed off.

He avoided being in the common room, as he was thinking about hitting something. And hard. So, he pushed open the portrait hole, of which was replaced by a picture of Sir Cadogan and his fat grey horse, intent on heading down to the Great Hall for silence, or maybe just stalk the halls.

"Stand and fight, you mangy cur!" yelled Sir Cadogan. Of which, Harry whipped his head around, sending the same glare he gave to Peeves. The painted knight yelped and hid behind his horse, which was grazing on the grass.

He sat down and immediately, yawning as he dug into some meat of some type. He didn't know, nor did he care. He was just so hungry. Halfway through his meal, the rest of the Quidditch team arrived.

"It's gonna be a tough one," said Wood, who wasn't eating anything. Harry pushed his porridge, which he had just gotten and not eaten from, to Wood, telling him that their captain needed to eat.

"Stop worrying, Oliver," said Alicia soothingly, "we don't mind a bit of rain" the mention of rain caused Harry to tense involuntarily. Rain? That was one of the Nukelavee's fears. A silly one, yes, but still. If his beast was terrified of the rain, then what would that mean to Harry?

As Harry, shivering and wet, the beast inside trying to break free, if only to get rid of the rain. He shook his head hard, pushing the bestial instincts down. He saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle sneering and jeering at him from under their enormous umbrella.

Wood was very nervous, as was evident because of the fact he didn't do the his usual pre-game speech. Because of the rain terrifying the Nukelavee inside, Harry was nothing more than a normal wizard. The feeling was… strange. He was so used to having immense strength and senses. But, because of the beast being gone, he felt so… weak.

The rain splattered onto his glasses and he couldn't see. How would he catch the Snitch without seeing, or the beast?

The game started, with only some complications. His Nimbus 2000 swerved slightly in the wind, and he couldn't see three feet in front of him.

Within five minutes, Harry was soaked to the bone, shivering, and hardly able to see his teammates, let alone see the tiny Snitch.

He flew past blurred red and yellow shapes with absolutely no idea of what was happening in the rest of the game. He couldn't hear the commentary, not really caring about it. A Bludger brushed against his face, knocking his glasses off. While he tried to catch them, they just fell straight to the ground.

The first strike of lightning came with the deafening sound of thunder, which caused him to wince, while the beast tried to force its way to the surface. His face seemed to double, his human side melding slightly with the black skinned, crimson marked, bone armored and horned face of the Nukelavee. Harry had to physically fight to force it to calm. He had a game to focus on. He barely heard Madame Hooch's whistle, and vaguely seeing the outline of Wood, gesturing him to the ground. He quickly made his way to the ground.

They made their way to a large umbrella, to which Harry almost knocked into someone. He asked Hooch for some glasses, as he had lost his. McGonagall, who had come by to see why Wood had called a time-out, quickly conjured some glasses for Harry. He thanked her and put them on. He could see through the rain now, though the cloud's shade and the fog that seemed very familiar still made it hard to see. The glasses were much better than the ones he had before, even though they looked exactly the same.

"What's the score?" He asked Wood.

He replied with, "We're fifty points up. Unless we get the Snitch soon, though, we'll be playing into the night"

They flew back up and the game continued. He could see better now, but he was still having trouble. Forked lightning appeared, followed by another clap of thunder. The Nukelavee tried again to force itself out. Harry just forced it down, focusing on the Snitch.

He lost it, however, when he had to dodge a Bludger. He was facing the pitch once more, looking for the Snitch. Thinking he spotted it, Harry flew forwards at a quick speed. However, as he did, lightning struck once again. And Harry saw the silhouette of an enormous, shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty rows of seats.

When Harry saw the omen, he froze, staring at the creature. He shook his head and looked again, the dog gone when he did.

Hearing Wood call out to him, Harry turned around. Diggory was soaring after a speck of glittering gold, magnified against the backdrop of dark grey and rain. With a jolt of panic, Harry through himself flat against the broom-handle and zoomed towards the Snitch. He muttered to himself, hoping to go faster and faster towards the snitch.

However, something odd was happening. An eerie silence was falling across the stadium. The wind, though as strong as ever, was forgetting to roar, it was as though someone muted reality.

A horribly familiar wave of cold swept over him, as though someone had doused him in ice water. He ignored it, though, and flew up, following the snitch. He was past Diggory, his hand outstretched to grab the Snitch as he did. However, he saw the Dementors, flying down towards him. He felt his heart leap into his throat. He tried to ignore the screams of his mother. He tried to focus on the Snitch.

Finally, as he felt his gloved fingers wrap around the cold metal ball, lightning struck and thunder rolled as a clammy hand wrapped around his throat. Panic swept through his body. It was so powerful that he didn't feel the Nukelavee take over temporarily as he let go of his still flying broom…

His head and upper body shifted, it twitching and jerking like it had at the Dursley's as the Dementor tried to Kiss him. His mouth opened impossibly wide and he let loose a earsplitting shriek, of which was visible in the air as it traveled outwards in a ring, freezing all of the Dementors in place like they were petrified. The one holding his neck let go as he shifted back to normal. He fell straight down, as he was very exhausted. He closed his eyes, and he knew no more.