A few weeks had gone by and still, Kreacher had not come back with Mundungus. Rosalyn was beginning to grow impatient, but Harry, Ron and Hermione all tried to balance her unsteadiness with friendship, and lucky for them, their friendship was very strong.

Right now, Harry was playing with his snitch, watching it zoom around in front of him, Hermione was teaching Ron the piano, using the old one that sat in the drawing room, and Rosalyn was reading the section on Slytherin in Dumbledore's book, The Four Pillars of Hogwarts.

SALAZAR SLYTHERIN

Of all the Hogwarts founders, Slytherin was the craftiest. He only wanted the most cunning and shrewd students admitted to his house. However, he also had the individuality of not wanting muggle borns to  be admitted to his mighty house, Slytherin. He selected pure bloods only, and more often than not half bloods, but no muggle borns.

His relic was his locket, a heaxagonal, emerald covered treasure that he called his own-

"Hermione?" Rosalyn had shut her book with a bang. "Hermione did all the founder's have objects?"

"What?" Hermione was positively confused.

"I was just reading this," Rosalyn pointed to The Four Pillars of Hogwarts. "And it talks about the founders, well, Slytherin and Gryffindor at least, having objects. Gryffindor had the sword, which I used to kill the basilisk, and Slytherin the locket, which is a horcrux."

"Blimey, Rosie," Ron asked. "Are you saying that that sword's actually a horcrux? But then why would Dumbledore-"

"The sword's not a horcrux," Hermione said difinitively. "Dumbledore knew that, but what were you saying about the other founders, Rosie?"

"Just if they had objects as well," Rosalyn told them. "Listen, Voldemort liked power and influence. He found objects that meant something when he found objects that could be horcruxes. He obviously failed with Gryffindor's sword, and succeeded with Slytherin's locket, but what if he also succeeded with Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's objects? What if-"

"They're horcruxes!" Hermione jumped up. "That's genius, Rosie!"

"Look at the book," Ron told her. "What does Dumbledore say about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?"

So Rosalyn opened the book again.

ROWENA RAVENCLAW

Being a smart woman, Rowena Ravenclaw and her daughter, Helena, decided to only admit the most knowledgeable of students into their house. Rowena didn't really mind their status, for she valued brain over blood.

It is said that Rowena was not, however, as smart as she seemed. She was said to have used a

Rosalyn turned the page in anticipation and what she saw devastated her. The page was blank. "In the will..." She started. "Dumbledore said it was unfinished..."

She looked at Hermione and Ron in disappointment, and that's when she realised Harry wasn't there. They all turned round to see him watching them closely, snitch still hovering in the air.

"They have flesh memories," Hermione changed the subject, looking at Harry, then at the snitch. "I read it once somewhere... You see, even when it's getting made, a snitch isn't touched by human hands; the maker wears gloves. I don't think you've ever tied in a Quidditch game, Harry, but even if you thought you had, you wouldn't've, because the snitch carries an enchantment that can make it recognise the first human who laid hands on it."

"So..." Harry tried to keep up. "It'll remember my touch?"

Hermione nodded. "When Scrimegour first gave it to you... I thought it would open at your touch. That Dumbledore had left something inside it."

Before they could continue, there was a bang and a clatter from the kitchen and all four of them rushed along to see what had happened.

They came to be onlookers on a very odd scene. Kreacher, Mundungus and, surprisingly, Dobby were in the kitchen. Kreacher on Mundungus' face, screaming and kicking, Mundungus swearing and yelling for them to get off, and Dobby, holding onto Mundungus' leg as he tried to walk.

"Rosalyn Potter, how long it's been!" Dobby shouted gratefully when he saw the quartet.

That was when Mundungus, along with the two elves collapsed onto the tiled kitchen floor.

Once they had gotten up, the other elf spoke. "Kreacher has returned, as requested, with the thief, Mundungus Fletcher."

As Mundungus tried to curse them, Hermione was way ahead of him. "Expelliarmus!" She shouted, sending his wand flying. She caught it perfectly.

"What you playing at?" Mundungus asked fiercely. "Setting a pair of bleedin' house elves on me?!"

"Dobby was only trying to help, Sir," Dobby jumped up on the table. "Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley which Dobby thought was- curious, and then, Dobby heard Kreacher mention Rosalyn Potter's name, and then, Dobby saw Kreacher talking to the thief, Mundungus Fletcher-"

"I'm not a thief, you foul little-" Mundungus quailed under the looks Rosalyn and Ron were giving him. "-Git. I'm a portrayer of rare and, wonderous objects."

"You're a thief, Dung, everyone knows that," Ron intervened. Mundungus seemed to take this on the chin.

"Master Weasley, so good to see you again," Dobby shook Ron's hand.

Everyone turned back to Mundungus.

"Look, I panicked that night, okay!" He was straight to the defence. "I couldn't help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom."

"You..." Kreacher growled.

"We know you're a stinking coward, that's not what we're asking about," Rosie snapped.

Rosalyn and Hermione hadn't realised how in sync with each other they were until they questioned Mundungus. Hitting off each other perfectly, Hermione went first.

"Tell the truth."

"When you turned this place over- don't deny it, you found a locket, didn't you?"

"Why?" Mundungus sat down on an armchair in the corner. "Is it valuable?"

"You've still got it?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"No, he's worried he didn't get enough money for it!" Ron told them loudly.

"Enough money?" Mundungus echoed. "Bleeding give it away, didn't I? There I was in Diagon Alley, flogging me wares, when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Told me she might have to lock me up! Would've done, too, if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket."

"Who was she? The witch, d'you know?" Rosalyn asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, no I-" Mundungus started. He suddenly stopped and looked at the newspaper (Daily Prophet) that was lying on the table. "That's her there, bleedin' bow an' all!"

Rosalyn looked at the newspaper and back to the quartet with dark eyes. The illegible scars on the back of her hand that once read I must not tell lies seemed to tingle.

Dolores Umbitch smiled, sugar sweetly up at them from the Daily Prophet on the table.

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After two weeks of planning carefully, the quartet had a plan to break into the Ministry, where they would apprehend Umbridge and try to get the locket off her.

Hermione was impersonating Mafalda Hopkirk, who was quite an influential Ministry worker that was marginally close to Umbridge.

Ron was being Reginald Cattermole, a man who seemed quite forgetful and who had a muggle born wife, they had learnt this after Hermione had caught him having a conversation with another man.

Harry was turning into Albert Runcorn, a man with influence and power that had recently caught another wizard for faking his family tree.

Rosalyn was taking on the role of Runcorn's (appropriately) younger sister. Her name was Alana, and she was currently a probationer at the Ministry and on her first year of working there.

As of now, the four of them were waiting nervously in an abandoned bin store, their aim to stun and capture the people they would soon turn into.

They stunned Mafalda first. Rosalyn and Hermione hid in the dark, dingy doorway to the bin store, catching the witch looking slightly less than happy to come into work that morning. Hermione stunned her non verbally and Harry and Ron carried her into the bin store discreetly.

Next came Alana and Albert. They were walking together, but they didn't look like they liked each other very much. Rosalyn and Harry made a mental note of this.

Albert was walking with his head held high, not even acknowledging his sister. Alana kept side eyeing her brother, as if his expression would somehow change. It didn't.

Harry was doing this one, and Rosalyn soon heard the sounds of two people falling over, lifeless, which meant that he had done his job.

After a quick stun of Reginald Cattermole, they were ready.

They lined the four bodies up, laying them against the wall. Hermione and Rosalyn plucked a hair from each of their heads and handed vials of polyjuice potion (with the matching hairs) to Harry and Ron.

"Right," Hermione turned to the other three. "Remember what we said. Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary, just try to fit in- do what everyone else is doing. We do that and with a bit of luck we'll get inside. Then-"

"It gets really tricky," Rosalyn nodded almost sarcastically.

Hermione stepped into line with all her friends. "Correct."

"This is completely mental," Rosalyn breathed.

"Completely," Hermione nodded.

"Come on," Ron told them. "We've got a horcrux to find."

All together, they drank the potion and transformed into their person. They stripped Mafalda, Albert, Alana and Reginald of their clothes, then changed into them.

Once Rosalyn had changed into a pencil skirt, blood red high heels and smart top half, she and the others headed out of the bin store.

After a bit of research, Harry had seen that the entrance to the Ministry was separated into GENTLEMEN and LADIES. Why entering the Ministry was based on your gender was past Rosalyn, but she soon found out.

As she and Hermione headed into the ladies, she saw that they were in a toilet block.

She and Hermione walked into a cubicle each. Rosalyn had expected a portal or portkey or something, but no, it was just a normal toilet.

Rosalyn shut the lid and climbed on top of it. She saw Hermione in the next cubicle. Her feet in the toilet.

"What the bloody hell-"

"You have to flush yourself in, Rosie, it's fine, your feel don't get wet!"

Muttering a, "bloody disgusting" Rosalyn slowly put a high-heeled foot in the toilet, then the other. Hermione was right, her feet, despite being in a toilet, didn't get wet.

"Then just pull the flush, and you'll hopefully get in..." she heard Hermione say.

Rosalyn closed her eyes, slowly inched her hand towards the flush, then, after taking a deep breath, pulled it.