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WEEEEEEEEEEEE. I chugged a large expresso right before I wrote this chapter. :D

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Harry and I were escorted to Grimmauld's Place with the Weasley family for our Christmas break. It was surprising that Sirius wasn't there to greet us, but that explanation came barely thirty minutes after we got home.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MOLLY!" Sirius hollered, hoisting a moving burlap sack over his shoulders.

He dumped the sack onto the couch. He pulled it down to reveal the head of a disheveled Percy.

"You KIDNAPPED ME!" Percy shouted, struggling to get out the bag.

"Yep. You're staying with us for Christmas and only then will you get your wand back," said Sirius happily. He kissed the top of Percy's head. "You rule-abiding prat. Accept our love."

"Percy!" squealed Molly, rushing into the room to embrace her wayward son who turned red in the face. "Oh Sirius, bless you."

"Anything for one of my favorite witches," said Sirius, patting her on the back. "Speaking of which—ah! There's my unicorn princess."

I threw my trunk at him. It knocked him down the very same way that big ass unicorn did my first Christmas at Hogwarts.

Beautiful retribution.

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Christmas Eve was a bit of a mess. A glorious drunken mess. Sirius went shot for shot with the twins, and roped Remus, Arthur, and Molly into arguably too much alcohol as well. Bill and Fleur were a little reluctant, but I mean you just can't say no to a charming drunk Sirius so they got hammered. Percy gave up resisting an hour in. Then Tonks showed up, realized she was the last sober adult and proceeded to drink twice as much to catch up.

The result was a house filled with drunk adults and a sober Ginny, Ron, Harry, and I left to watch the madness.

"Ah fuck it," I said, grabbing a bottle.

"Rosie no," Harry admonished.

"Paddy can I get drunk?"

"Sure," he hiccuped.

I shot Harry a victorious look.

"Bollocks," he sighed, grabbing a bottle himself.

"Are you drinking too?" asked Ron with a raised eyebrow.

"She's my twin." / "He's my twin."

"We get drunk together," we said in synch, raising a bottle of firewhiskey together then chugging.

Magical booze didn't taste like Muggle booze. Certainly didn't need to acquire a taste for it as it went down like liquid candy.

Therefore, it was ridiculously easy to get drunk on magical booze.

"No, stop," cried out Remus when he saw Harry and I chugging.

"Too late," I hiccuped.

"Damn it S—S—S—you," cried Remus, jabbing a finger at Sirius which made our godfather cackle.

"You're too dr—drunk to even s—say my name," he laughed.

And that was the last thing I remembered.

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I woke up with a pounding headache the following morning. The world spun around me as I slowly sat up, blearily looking around me. It took several seconds of concentration before I recognized my home at Lunar's Orchid, and that I was in bed with a very tired Tom.

Tom glanced up at me. "Good morning."

"Not so loud," I whispered.

He seemed conflicted. I could feel his temptation to purposefully raise his voice because my darling was a sadistic bastard like that sometimes.

"Please," I half-begged.

"Okay," he agreed. "As long as you promise not to go heavily drinking without me there."

"I promise," I immediately said. "Ah... I hurt."

"Come on," he said. "Let's get you into a bath. I'll brew up a potion for you."

"There's a hangover potion?" I hopefully asked.

"Close enough," he said with a shrug.

"I adore you."

"You certainly conveyed that last night."

"I hope in a positive way and not an annoying way?"

He chuckled. "Let's say you were... enthusiastic about letting me know."

I blushed. Then noticed I was pretty tender in areas besides my head, and I was naked.

"Oh," I said as I realized what I had probably done.

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The last night before our winter break ended was time for the family heist.

Sirius and Harry had planned the whole thing. Or, well, Sirius planned how to get in and Harry planned how to get out. I had no absolutely no idea if it would work or not, but on the off chance their plan completely fell through, I had Tom prepare some emergency portkeys for us, and if I didn't message him by seven in the morning he was to take my worgen army and raid the bank.

Not what anyone wanted—I didn't want my worgens to debut in a goblin massacre since that'd be bad for their public image—but if it was that or stay trapped in Gringotts forever...

A witch had to do what a witch had to do.

Sirius, Harry, and I headed back to our home to prepare so the Weasley's wouldn't catch wind of our nefarious plan.

"I have to be honest with you kids," said Sirius as he clapped a hand on either of our shoulders. "I've always wanted to rob Gringotts since I was a tyke and my bitch of a mother told me I'd never see the inside of the Black vault if I was sorted into Gryffindor. I've schemed so many different ideas over the years so getting to plan this was... truly a treat."

"Got a master plan then?" I asked him.

Sirius grinned widely with a twinkle in his eyes. "Yep. Stick close and follow my lead. But first!"

Sirius grabbed a duffle bag that he had set out on the couch. He pulled out a few odd items.

"Here you are," said Sirius as he handed Harry and I each a mask. He pulled a dog mask over his own head.

These weren't those cute little half masks or face masks one might see at a Halloween party or masquerade. They were practically mascot heads in their size and shape.

I stared at mine. "This is a unicorn head."

"Yes," he said.

"Harry gets a cat, and you get a dog, but I don't get a fox?" I asked, continuing to stare at the unicorn mask.

"You're my princess," admonished Sirius. "You deserve the unicorn."

"I don't want the unicorn."

"But the unicorn wants you."

I glared at him. "Paddy..."

"Rosie," he returned with a sweet smile. "You're a team player, aren't you?"

"No."

"... For me?"

I sighed. "This better be the only unicorn-themed item I have to wear."

He pointedly looked away. "... It is now."

With great reluctance, I put it on.

Thankfully, Sirius heavily enchanted the mascot head so it was featherlight on me. I could hardly tell I was wearing it.

We probably look absurd, I thought, taking the head back off. Sirius had also procured us some Muggle suits.

So... Muggle suits with cartoon mascot heads.

Awesome.

I'd put it back on when we actually started the heist. Harry seemed content to keep his cat mascot head on though.

"Now I'm about to share with the two of you the culmination of a decade's worth of hard work in ward study," said Sirius. "Something I have only shared with Dumbledore and Remus."

"Oh wow," I said. "Is this your worgen baby?"

"This is my worgen baby," he confirmed with a somber nod. "Nowhere near as cuddly, but I think as impressive. I have revised the Fidelius charm... and made it mobile."

I couldn't help myself. I gasped. Loudly. My hands flew up to my mouth as I gaped at Sirius in sheer disbelief. "That's possible?!"

Wards were the pinnacle of charm defense, mostly due to their stabilizing anchors. Shield charms were literally wards without anchors. The Fidelius charm was the pinnacle of wards, followed shortly behind blood wards, and triskaidecagons. They could not function without an anchor, it wasn't mathematically possible. It'd be—it'd be—it'd be like trying to get an airplane to fly without using lift or expecting someone to light a fire underwater.

I mean—I guess—with magic those things were possible but from an arithmanic point of view—

The entire structure of a ward was focused on an anchor. Therefore, not having an anchor... could it even be called a ward anymore?

"It is," said Sirius proudly as he pulled out a rock. "Ta-dah."

It was an ordinary rock by every glance of it. I felt no magic coming from it.

Harry peered at it. "Is that from our backyard?"

"Quite so," said Sirius. "This will be our home."

"This is our home?" I asked flatly.

"Yes. This will be our home for the charm. Rosie will be our Secret Keeper," said Sirius.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Because you're more likely to get it right on the first try," said Sirius. "No offense Harry."

"None taken," said Harry. "I know I'm miles better at Quidditch than her, and that's really the most important thing."

"Couldn't agree more. Here, Rosie, watch my wand movements—"

Contrary to Sirius's expectation, I could not cast his insanely complex spell in the first attempt, nor even the second or third. Nope. It took me thirteen tries before I got it. At least my family was understanding about it, and wisely did not tease me when I started to get frustrated.

With the charm cast upon the rock, Sirius then broke it into three pieces and had us hold onto it with one hand.

"Make sure your skin is constantly touching the rock," he said. "It won't work if it's just in your pocket."

"And now we're under a mobile Fidelius?" I shrewdly asked.

"Yep. As long as no one else touches you, no one can see you. Not even Mad-Eye Moody!" cackled Sirius.

"Why even have a mask then?"

"Precaution of course," he said quickly.

"Uh-huh."

"So we just... walk in?" asked Harry.

"That's right. We walk right on in," said Sirius with a huge grin. "Only those who have a piece of the rock can see, or hear us."

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We... we did exactly that.

In mascot heads so absurdly cartoonish they would draw attention to anyone who saw us, we waltz into Gringotts, hopped the fence in the back, and slipped in behind some Goblins when they went to use one of the carts.

Using our brooms, we proceeded to fly through the underground caverns of Gringotts, still without getting spotted.

Bellatrix's vault was not the only vault Sirius wanted to steal from, and so when we reached a certain point underground it was decided to split up and reconvene there in an hour. Although, Harry didn't like the idea of me being alone.

"The whole point of this heist is to prove we're superior to her boy toy," said Harry. "What if she gets hurt?"

"I thought the point of this heist was to have fun as a family," said Sirius.

Harry shrugged, "That comes second to enabling my spitefulness."

"I won't get hurt," I said.

"I bet you thought that at the Department of Mysteries," Harry blithely pointed out.

"Ah."

"Fine, go babysit your sister. I'm going to find a certain rat's vault," Sirius said with a shrug.

"I don't need babysitting," I told Harry, pointing my broom further down.

"I feel like if I'm with you, nothing will happen. But if I left you alone you'd turn into a magnet for the worst luck in existence," Harry tried to explain.

I considered that. "I can't exactly say that's impossible."

"Right?"

"Honestly it feels downright correct."

"Right?"

"Very well, I won't complain anymore. But you cannot get in my way."

"I won't stop you from robbing a Death Eater."

"I know. More so don't want you stopping me from getting Hagrid his dragon."

"What."

"Oh yes," I said with a cheerful nod. "The entire reason I pushed for Hagrid's license was for this particular dragon. The Goblins have been abusing the poor thing. I've got some animal protection laws pushing forward this summer, but why wait around to rescue the cutie when I can save it right now?"

Harry stared at me in disbelief. "Rosie, where are we going to put a dragon?"

"Nowhere," I said. "Tom gave me—"

"Tom?! You can't ask for his help on our heist!" Harry was aghast.

"Well, if you don't want me to use what he has prepared for me, then you better think quickly on how we're going to transport an adult dragon who's been systematically abused for over a decade," I told Harry with a shrug.

"Damn you," he cursed me. "I hate thinking on the spot."

"Poor baby," I mocked.

He reached over and slapped the back of my mascot head. I smirked at his obvious irritation. He clapped his hands together. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. You're going to do that bang spell that you used to one-hit the last dragon you fought."

"Uh-huh."

"And we'll go from there."

I laughed, giving my brother a sharp salute. "Yes, sir."

We flew into the depths of Gringotts, avoiding the random carts that skirted by. It took a solid twenty to actually find the right place. I had a decent idea of where to go from my memories I had preserved in my mind palace, but the bank was a literal maze. Between the two of us, Harry and I had decent instincts so we didn't get too lost.

Thankfully, using a bleach white dragon as a landmark made it significantly easier. We found the poor abused baby, I knocked its ass out in two spells, and now we were left floating above its unconscious body.

"Can you... shrink it?" he asked me, staring at the sleeping dragon warily.

"I dunno," I said. "Dragon scales are pretty resilient to magic. It takes a dozen or so wizards to use stunners on them."

Harry scratched at his chin. "Hmmm... I got it!"

"Oh?"

"Make me a hammock to carry that thing," said Harry, pulling off his expandable backpack and beginning to pull out brooms. "I brought a lot of extra brooms. We'll tie to the brooms and..."

"Fly it out the front door?" I asked with great amusement.

Harry clicked his tongue. "No. Portkeys work up near the top. We only need to get up there then we can use one of our backup portkeys to get it home."

"All right," I said. "Can brooms fly on autopilot?"

"Not very well," admitted Harry. "But there's a herd charm—"

"A what?" I laughed. "Herd charm?"

"For when people need to travel great distances on a broom. Makes the broom follow one broom," explained Harry. "I'll enchant them to follow mine."

"Okay," I said. "Should make for a good memory at least. Before that, though, let's rob Bellatrix's vault. It should be near here—vault 3155."

Harry gestured to a group of vaults on the right. "Right. I think I see it over there."

"Excellent find, Harry. I'll make the hammock, you go rob that bitch."

"Think it's trapped?"

"Definitely. Pour the basilisk venom on the door, then toss in this—" I handed him a small runestone. "—then open the expandable bag. The runestone negates all magic so nothing will explode while the bag sucks it in."

Harry bobbed his head, guiding his broom forward to the vault. Sirius had prepared all of our equipment—including the basilisk venom which was an expensive purchase despite the fact I literally had access to an obedient basilisk for free. The runestones were items I had brought along as I always kept some on hand for my heists.

I worked quickly to transfigure the surrounding chains and rocks into a sturdy hammock that could hold a dragon. As an extra precaution, I charmed the hammock with extra strength and durability. By the time I had finished that up, Harry returned, triumphantly holding the expandable bag.

"This thing is an infinite bag, right?" asked Harry.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay, good. For some reason one of the cups started to multiply," he said.

"Ah. Means the magic on it was stronger than my runestone," I said, holding out my hand to accept the bag. "No worries, I know a certain wizard adept in the Dark Arts who will know how to handle that."

Harry handed over the bag. "Snape?"

"No, Tom."

"Boo."

"You haven't even met yet. Stop booing him."

Harry shrugged. "It's my right."

"Or the two of you could actually get along pretty well," I said. "He's quite the charmer."

I didn't need to see Harry's face to know he was giving me a deadpanned look. "Uh-huh."

"Stinker. Let's go."

"One moment," said Harry, pulling out a dozen brooms from his expandable pouch. We worked quickly to hook the brooms up to the hammock, and once that was set up Harry enchanted them with the herd charm.

It was... certainly a spectacle.

In a woven hammock slept a battered dragon with bleach white scales. It was slowly, lovingly, lifted into the air by a swarm of Firebolts (which seemed like a huge waste of money—who needed that many top tier brooms?) that followed closely behind Harry and I.

Harry and I, who were dressed in black Muggle suits with mascot heads.

What a sight. I wish someone else was there to take a picture or something.

It made for a nice conclusion to our relatively peaceful raid at Gringrotts. Considering the last raid I was on, I supposed it was nice to have a non-combative one.

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Bonus - Rosie & Anyo having a candid discussion in the den while Tom tries to read in his recliner.

Trigger warnings for mature conversation.

"You sure I can ask anything?" Rosie pressed upon Anyo.

The vampire took another drink from his goblet. Their shared adventures into creating fancy booze-infused blood for the vampire community meant that Anyo was their main test subject. He had come over to try out some new wine ideas Rosie created. He was on his second bottle and nearly finished.

"Rosie my dear, we have been friends for years," admonished Anyo, his voice slightly slurred. "Ask."

"I—I have to know. How different is sex as an undead?" she asked.

"Not too different," said Anyo. "Although outside lubricant is needed."

"Wow. Can you—you know? Finish?"

"Not the same way, but ultimately yes," said Anyo.

"Damn," said Rosie. "Thank you."

"But of course," said Anyo with a tilt of his head. "Not many would think to ask such a question—most witches find vampires repulsive."

Not when Twilight comes out, Rosie privately thought to herself. She shook her head. "That's silly. I'd tap you if I wasn't already in a healthy and committed relationship with a wizard I love."

Tom made an acknowledging noise while Anyo chuckled. Anyo said, "If you're single when you're thirty, we can open that box."

"That box will be staying shut tight," said Tom ominously.

"Or you could join," Anyo pointed out, eliciting a giggle from Rosie and a disgusted look from Tom.

"I'd be down for a three-way," giggled Rosie.

"Freak," Tom muttered, which causes Rosie to laugh in delight.

There was a soft chiming from Anyo's pocket. He pulled out a small watch. "Ah. I must be going. Thank you for the lovely evening. I definitely think we could market whatever concoction you've been feeding me."

That made Rosie smile.

"Safe journeys," said Rosie, hopping up from her seat on the couch to escort Anyo out. The two shared a quick hug at the front door before the elder vampire left. Rosie then headed back to relax on the couch.

She thought about reading a book, but then she decided she'd have more fun teasing Tom.

In a light tone she teased, "So sure the box will stay shut?"

"Very," said Tom, lowering his book to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Why? You going to put a ring on this?"

"Do I need to in order for you to stay with me?"

"I dunno. Ask me sometime after I graduate."

Tom fell silent as he considered that. "Are you opposed to marriage?"

"No. Are you?"

Tom did not answer right away. He finally said, "It's not something I've considered prior to this relationship. That being said... If you were to accidentally fall pregnant I would insist on marriage before the baby comes."

"I understand why you would want that, and I respect that desire," Rosie said, thinking back on how Tom was raised. "But if we were to get married I don't want it to be a—a—shotgun wedding, you know? I want to go all out. Big fancy cake, huge reception to fit my worgen army, a dress that's so absurdly expensive it'll belong on the cover of a magazine—ya know. Big. Huge. And I don't think that can be done before I start showing."

Tom gave her an odd look. "You think I could not prepare an extravagant wedding before you start showing?"

"No way. You're good, but you're not that good."

Tom made an offended noise. "I could pull that off in a week."

"HA!" Rosie scoffed. "All right mister. You ever propose to me, you have a week to plan the wedding of our dreams."

Tom narrowed his eyes. "You honestly think I couldn't."

"I know you can't. No way. Money can't solve everything," she taunted.

"Not everything, but definitely an extravagant wedding within a week," he disagreed. "You have yourself a deal, Rosie."

"Heh-heh-heh."

Hook-line and sinker, she thought, hiding her devilish smirk.

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Bucket List Completed:

60. Rob Gringotts.

61. RESCUE DRAGON IN GRINGOTTS

66. Do a family heist.

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Final chapter count is 67. You ready?

My dear friend Candy / Cantrona made an adorable sketch with Rosie & Tom. Watties & ao3 users can see it in the chapter. Fanfic users sorry, you'll have to check Wattpad or AO3 or mayeb her instagram if she decides to upload it there.

I also got another fanart from rinkotsi_art on Instagram of Rosie, Tom, and Harry! Much love and appreciation:)

Answer: Some type of personal growth that would focus on confronting past mistakes. I think that'd work well for me, Dumbledore, and Skullduggery. Gandalf would be fantastic to coach everyone through it! It'd be such fun to guess his riddles.

Question: How would your team bond?

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