A/N:Sorry. I wanted to change the 3rd Chapter so here is my new version of it. Warning: Cutting. You will find out why as you read on. I'm very sorry if you don't like it. It's not very graphic though so you should be fine. Thanks for reading and reviewing! =D

Chapter 3

Hogwarts looks the same as it always has been. Tonight is the full moon so when we get off the carriages, I start to sneak off to the Whomping Willow, like I always do, but George starts to follow me. "Where are you going?" He asks sneaking up behind me.

"Oh, um, nowhere. Just thought I saw something. Oh, Lexi's is calling for you. Better go get her!" I point back the way we came.

"Okay. Thanks. Coming?" George starts to grab my hand but I pull away.

"In a minute. Don't worry. Go see what Lexi wants." I'm getting aggravated. I have to get to the Shrieking Shack quickly.

"Fine. See you in a few." He has a concerned look on his face but walks away.

That night was agonizing. The pain was terrible. I couldn't help but think if George was worried about me. Oh, George. I wish I could be at the Great Hall right now. I want to know more about the TriWizard Tournament. Well, Lexi will tell me about it later. And if the twins get out of line, I'm sure she will hit them or give them a glare. Lexi can handle them.

The next morning, I'm feeling kind of sick but, okay, I have about 6 new scratches. Great. Lying to Fred and George about these again. It is five in the morning. I hope Maddem Pumfrey is in the infirmary already. Luckily she is. She fixes them up and tells me to go back to the dorm and get some sleep. I get through the portrait and see Fred and George sprawled over the couch and chair. Oh, these two! They did worry about me. I wonder how much sleep they got. I'm trying to sneak past to get to the girl's dormitory but don't make it because I knock a book off the desk. George jerks his head up.

"Liza!" He jumps off the couch and runs over to hug me. "Are you okay? Why do you have scratches? Why were you not at dinner? I knew I shouldn't have left you there!"

"Georgie, I'm okay. Don't worry. They are just scratches. And it's a good thing you left me otherwise you may have, um, I don't know how to say this, um, died." I fumble with my words.

"What?" He looks shocked and confused. He grips my shoulders to make sure I look at him.

"I don't think I should lie to you anymore. Don't get scared when I say this. Okay?" I ask.

"Okay." George looks me straight in the eyes.

I have him sit down on the stairs before I tell my story of becoming a werewolf. "I'm going to tell you the short version of this story. When I was 8, I didn't know that werewolves could harm you. Well, I went outside and, in short words, got bit."

His eyes get wide at this. "But... but that means you're a... werewolf." I only nod. He stands up. Eyes still wide. "Wow. Just stay away."

"George, please, you have to understand. I'm not that bad. I'm not a monster." I'm crying. I can't stop. I might lose my best friend. "Please, please." He backs away from me and leaves through the portrait. I lay there, on the steps. I can't cry anymore but I fall asleep from the past nights activities.

I woke up on the soft scarlet couch. Fred and Lexi were talking quietly. I could hear, "Where… George… Liza… crying." I closed my eyes. So that really did happen earlier. I felt hot tears coming from my eyes again. Lexi heard my sniffle and came to the side of the couch.

"What's wrong? Do you know where George is?" Lexi had a confused and sympathetic looks in her eyes.

"He knows." Is all I needed to say, for she got a shocked look on her face.

"What?" I heard Fred say behind her. I stood up.

I smiled softly and spoke, "I'm sorry, Fred. I can't tell you. And just know that if you're with your brother, well, twin, I will not be talking to you at that time. I'm truly sorry." Just then Fred's twin walks in. I glare at him and turn around, walking to my dorm calmly, before collapsing on my bed in tears.

I just stared at the ceiling. Doing nothing. Lexi desperately tried to get me to go down to classes, to at least eat but I would not. Eventually night came and I was indeed very hungry. I strolled down one of the corridors towards the kitchen. Not thinking about anything in particular, I started to hum. Hearing footsteps I froze. I'm book smart but not always street smart. Frozen in my spot, right in the middle of the corridor. I saw some red hair peak around the corner. "Fred?" I ask, hoping to Merlin, that indeed it was Fred. I have no such luck.

"George." He states flatly, starting to walk past me. I am shocked he even said that. He is at the end of the hall now. Then out of sight. I stand here for a second. Then make my way slowly to the portrait with the pear. It giggles when I tickle it.

The house elves love to see me here. They enjoy serving of course. I gratefully ask for a pumpkin pie with chocolate syrup. I scarf it down and I grab an apple. Gotta be healthy, you know? I decide, now thinking rationally, that I should be a little more careful on the way back. No humming.

Shockingly, I don't get caught. I saw Mrs. Norris as I was walking through the portrait though. I ran up the stairs quickly. Then silently lay down in the same clothes I've had on since we arrived at Hogwarts. I just found that that's sad. Note to self: Take shower in the morning. Long shower.

I fall back into bed, but don't fall asleep for a long while. I am to worried about George. I silently cry but wipe them away quickly. I'm a Gryffindor, god damn it! Act like one. It just hurts so badly. I have an idea. I don't know if it will help. I want to try though.

I slip through the bathroom door. I know we have one somewhere. Aha! I found the razor blade. I've heard rumors but was never sure if it worked. I slowly slide the blade over the smooth skin on my arm. It stings but I can't feel the pain in my heart now. I think I've found my new best friend! The freshly turned red blood slips over my pale arm. I clean it up and put gaze over it. Much better. I put the blade in my jean pocket and put on a jumper. I fall asleep this time.