"Come on, come on, get over here!" Moody growled, ringing the doorbell.

Rosalyn watched for a second, noticing Molly had disapparated back to the Burrow, before seeing her brother appear in the doorway. "Hallo Harry!" Hagrid said jovially, whilst Ron hugged Harry.

"Hello!" Harry said as Hermione took her turn, even kissing him on the cheek. Rosalyn went next, as Hagrid remarked. "You're looking fit!"

"Ah, he's absolutely gorgeous, I say we get undercover before someone murders him!" Moody shoved past Rosalyn and Harry into the house.

"You don't say," Rosalyn and Harry said at the same time.

Once they were in the living room, which had been stripped down to nothing, introductions were in order. "Hello Harry," Bill stepped forward, extending his hand. "Bill Weasley."

"Nice to meet you," Harry nodded, but he couldn't help noticing the scars on Bill's face.

"Fenrir Greyback, werewolf, wish I could say I payed him back," Bill joked.

"Just remember, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side, now," Tonks said and smiled. "Oh, did I forget to tell you the news?" She flashed her diamond engagement ring and wedding band at him.

"You got married?" Harry yelped. "That's amazing, I-"

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cosy catch up later!" Moody barged through the middle of Tonks and Harry, making his way to the top of the room. Rosalyn stood with Neville, hands entwined as he spoke again. "Now, Potter, you're underage, which means you still have the trace on you."

"The what?" Harry asked.

"If you sneeze the Ministry will know who wipes your nose," dismissed Moody. "Anyway, that means we have to use the means of transport the trace can't detect, brooms, thestrals, the like. We go in pairs. That way if there's anyone out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one."

"The real one?" Harry asked unsurely.

"I believe you're familiar with this type of brew?" Moody pulled out a bottle of polyjuice potion.

As soon as Harry saw it, he protested. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Told you he'd take it well," Hermione said in a smug voice.

"No, if you think I'm going to let everyone risk their lives-" Harry started. "Taking that, becoming me- no!"

"Well none of us really fancy it, Harry," Fred started. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky-"

"-Scrawny-" George said.

"-Gits forever!" Fred finished.

"Funny," Harry feigned a smile. "Really amusing!"

"There's no time for this. Granger, if you please," Moody nodded to Hermione.

She walked forward and pulled some of Harry's hair out ("blimey, Hermione!") then delivered it into the potion.

Harry was still hesitant. Moody looked at him and said. "Everyone here is of age, Potter, and they've all agreed to take the risk."

Mundungus cleared his throat. "Erm- technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Harry Potter, always been an admirer."

"Nip it, Mundungus!" Moody snarled. "Now, fake Potters, line up over here!"

Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred, George and Mundungus lined up in front of Moody. "You're not doing it?" Harry asked Rosalyn.

"She put up a fight, believe me," Lupin said. "Eventually, however, we got through to her."

Rosalyn rolled her eyes. "No, Harry, I'm not going. I'm too young, too stupid, apparently..."

"Or just too young," Lupin corrected, turning to Harry. "It was bad enough formulating a plan for one underage wizard, we didn't need to add a witch as well."

Rosalyn rolled her eyes again.

"Right," Moody clapped his hands, a hip flask of polyjuice in his hand. "For those of you who haven't taken polyjuice potion before, fair warning, it tastes like goblin piss."

"Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" George asked. When Moody death stared him, he answered, "just trying to diffuse the tension," before swigging from the bottle.

It was weird for Rosalyn, watching all of her closest friends, relatives, and not to mention her boyfriend, turning into her brother.

Fred, George and Ron were shrinking, their red hair turning black. Neville was also shrinking, the colour change of his hair not really noticeable. Hermione's hair was shooting back into her skull, it too changing colour. She and Mundungus were shooting upwards, being smaller than Harry.

Once the process was complete, seven Harrys now stood in the room.

"Wow, we're identical!" Fred and George remarked.

"No shit, Sherlock," Rosalyn laughed.

Moody, meanwhile, said. "Not yet, you're not!" He pulled out a sack of clothes. "Get changed, all of you!"

Rosalyn imagined what this must be like for Harry, watching all these versions of him going around the room.

"Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?" George asked, picking up a T-shirt.

"Yeah, I don't really fancy this colour?" George narrowed his eyes.

"Well fancy this, you're not you, so shut it and strip," Moody told them.

"All right, all right!" Mundungus said quickly.

"And you can change too, Potter," Moody added to Harry.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," Hermione remarked as she tried on a pair of glasses.

"Okay, so, Potter, basically, everyone has a protector. Mundungus, you stick tight to me, as for Harry-"

"Yes?" Came seven voices.

"The real Harry?" Moody said in a bored tone.

"Here!" Harry put his hand up.

"You'll be with Hagrid," Moody said, letting Hagrid to the rest.

"Sixteen years ago, when you were no bigger than a bowtruckle, I brought you here for the first time, so it only seems fair that I should be the one to take you away," Hagrid smiled.

"Yes, yes, it's all very touching," Moody rolled his eyes at the sentimentality. "Let's go!"

When they got outside, Neville started more sentimentality. He was going with Bill by thestral, so the young couple stood by the thestral, talking slowly.

As soon as they stopped moving, Neville welcomed Rosalyn into his arms. It was weird for Rosie. Hugging her brother when it was actually her boyfriend.

"Be safe," she told him as they withdrew. "I'll see you at the Burrow when you get back."

She decided not to mention the fact that he might not go home that night. Still, she knew the chance was slim that he would be captured and tried not to focus on it.

"I'll be as safe as I can," Neville looked into her eyes. Now, at that moment, looking at her beautiful eyes and her amazing hair and her pretty voice... "I really want to kiss you right now."

Rosalyn smiled heart warmingly. Neville had grown into a brave, handsome, brilliant young man, but sometimes she still saw the little boy that rushed out of the train compartment on day one, beet red.

"I really do as well, Neville, but-"

"I understand," her boyfriend replied. "It would be a bit weird kissing your brother."

Rosie giggled. "I'll see you in a bit, love y-"

"Oi! Lovebirds!" Bill came over to the thestral, smirking. "We need to leave now!"

Rosalyn rolled her eyes as Neville kissed her cheek, separating from him and watching him and Bill get onto the thestral.

"Head for the Burrows, we rendezvous there!" Moody commanded everyone. "Three... two... one... go!"

Rosalyn watched them all fly off into the sunset then, seconds later Molly appeared.

"Come on, then," She smiled. "Let's get you home."

Rosalyn took her arm, going back to where, hopefully, everyone would.