Thestrals. That's how they got to London. It was hard to get Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny to get onto creatures they couldn't see, and Rosalyn was just about to add Neville to that list when she saw him. He was fully mounted up on his thestral, patting it's sides encouragingly.

"You can..." Rosalyn said breathlessly. "I mean... you..."

"It was my grandfather," He admitted, blushing lightly. "He..."

"You don't have to tell me," Rosalyn said quickly.

Neville smiled and said. "Oh no... it's not... I just... didn't know much about him."

"It's fine," she smiled as she mounted her own thestral and took off.

Rosalyn's red hair flew in the wind as the creature she was on flapped it's long, bony wings. Luna rode dreamily beside her. The others struggled to keep up, Ron screaming about how weird this was.

They arrived in London thirty minutes later, entering the Ministry of Magic and running through the halls. Rosalyn lead them to the lift and they crammed into it. Rosalyn squished against Neville and he went as red as a tomato. Hermione saw and she smirked.

"Department of Mysteries," a voice said as the lift opened.

Rosalyn looked out down the corridor she had been dreaming of for months. It felt eerie, cold and unwelcoming. The dark tiles, smooth as they may be, seemed hard and cold in the dark.

Rosalyn walked down the corridor. Hermione fell into step beside her as she said. "I- I've been dreaming about this for months... it's this door." She pointed to the blue door with the big doorknob in front of them.

She reached out to open it, revealing a room full of high shelves with what appeared to be... glass orbs on them. Rosalyn knew they were in the right place.

"Lumos," Rosalyn muttered, lighting her wand as the room was all dark. Everyone behind her did the same.

Wracking her brains to remember her dream, Rosalyn remembered that Sirius and Izzy were in row number 95.

But she was already doubting herself, for Sirius was screaming in her dream, and there was no sound in the quiet room. Only the thundering of her heart.

"92..." She murmured under her breath. "93... 94... 95..."

She stopped dead. She didn't want to believe it. She had dragged everyone here with her... she had fought Hermione... and if this was a trap... if six of her best friends died because of her...

"They should be here," Rosalyn's voice rang out in the darkness as she called to her friends who were about twenty-five metres away down the corridor.

Neville, however, was looking at the orbs on the shelves, and said. "Rosie... it's got your name on it."

Rosalyn walked up to where he was standing, saying under her breath. "My name..."

She didn't believe it. But it did. This orb was just like the rest, glass, a perfect sphere with smoke that seemed to be glowing inside.

Rosalyn didn't know what was controlling her, but she picked up the orb. It was vaguely heavy, but she held it up all the same. And then, very suddenly, it started to speak.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..." the voice said suddenly. "And the Dark Lord shall mark them as his equal but they will have power the Dark Lord knows not... for neither can live while the other... survives..."

"Rosie!" Hermione suddenly yelled.

Someone was approaching in the darkness. This someone had a black, hooded cloak on, with a mask.

With a jolt of her heart, Rosalyn realised that it was a Death Eater, and that this was a trap. Shit, she thought miserably, now I've lead my friends into a trap and they'll all die because of me... I've been so, so stupid...

"Well, we know Sirius and Izzy aren't here so what do you want?" Rosalyn asked.

"Oh good, Potter, you've learnt the difference between dreams... and reality," Lucius Malfoy revealed himself, taking his mask away with his wand. "But yes, you saw only what the Dark Lord... wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy."

"What, this?" Rosalyn asked, holding up the orb. It made sense now. The orb was telling the future when she heard it speak... and it was talking about... her?

"If you do anything to us I'll break it," Rosalyn said, looking at the man with a cold stare.

Just then came a laugh. The sound was so full of sarcastic mirth that Rosalyn wanted to slap whoever was making it. She soon found out that this wasn't the sort of woman you'd slap.

She had dark eyes, hollow cheeks, and black, matt, curly hair that she twirled round her wand. Her black dress defined her body, and Rosalyn might have been quite jealous of her if she hadn't been so blood chillingly evil.

"She knows how to play," She said as she walked forwards, towards the seven teens. "Itty, bitty... baby Potter," She mocked.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville said quietly, and suddenly Rosalyn felt rage fill her. Rage that this woman had tortured the two people that Neville held most dear, had left them as empty shells, and had killed a little part of Neville in the process.

"Neville Longbottom is it?" Bellatrix asked as she stood next to Lucius Malfoy. "How's mum and dad?"

"Better now they're about to be avenged-" Neville said quickly, stepping forward, putting his wand up. Rosalyn put a hand up to stop him and she was glad she did because Bellatrix raised her wand as well. And Rosalyn just knew that she could do more curses with a wand than Fred and George could do pranks.

Lucius Malfoy, however, raised his arms and said. "Let's, everybody just... calm down."

"No!" Rosalyn shouted. "I want to know-"

"Because all we want..." Malfoy said quietly "...is that prophecy."

"And why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Rosalyn pressed on.

"You dare speak his name," Bellatrix whispered, then suddenly she yelled. "YOU FILTHY HALF BLOOD!"

Your so-called blood is ten times as filthy as mine, Rosalyn thought, as the yell richoceted off the walls, echoing loudly. The red head girl nearly had steam nearly coming out of her ears.

"Calm down Bella she's just a curious girl, aren't you?" Lucius Malfoy held his hand up. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky, for you, really."

"Well, luck's always been on my side," Rosalyn spat sarcastically. Though she started to worry. More and more death eaters were approaching on every side. Masked up, sure, but still deadly.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna were all facing different sides, wands up at the oncoming predators. But in her heart, Rosalyn knew that seven teenagers couldn't outdo grown men and women. Grown men and women intent on killing.

"Haven't you ever wondered the reason for the connection between you and The Dark Lord?" Bellatrix and Lucius were advancing, the latter speaking maliciously. "Why he was unable to kill you when you were just... an infant? Don't you want to know the secret... of your scar? Because the answer is right there in your hand, Potter. And all you have to do... is give it to me."

"And why would I trust you?" Rosalyn asked, whispering also.

"I can show you everything..." Lucius trailed off.

Tension filled the air for a second before words did. "I've waited fourteen years," Rosalyn said, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"I know," Malfoy tutted.

"I guess I can wait a little longer, NOW!" She yelled.

The sound of, "stupefy!" Filled the air as all six of the people behind her used it on the Death Eaters. However, only few fell, the rest deflected the spells easily.

The seven kids ran. Rosalyn led them as they tried to make a desperate escape, but they were stopped by Malfoy as he materialised in front of them, blocking the way.

He held his hand out, asking for the prophecy, but Rosalyn backed up, leading them another way.

Unfortunately, Luna got held up as a death eater floated through the mist towards her. She got whacked in the nose, falling to the ground. The death eater tried to kill her but she got her wand and shouted just in time. "Levicorpus!"

Meanwhile, Rosalyn and Neville were running. Rosalyn yelled. "Stupefy!" Behind her but it wasn't aimed well and didn't hit him. She thought this was it, until-

"Petrificus totalus!"

Neville had yelled this at the death eater on their tail. He had stiffened up, collapsing backwards.

"Thanks," Rosalyn said weakly to Neville, ashamed but happy at the same time. Neville smiled widely, happy that he could finally save Rosalyn, who had spent her whole life saving him.

We're in this situation and she's still making me smile... Neville thought, before Rosalyn pulled him off.

At that moment, Harry, Ron and Hermione were on the run as well. Two death eaters blocked them but Harry and Ron stunned them, blasting them backwards.

Rosalyn and Neville caught up with them, running as fast as they could, legging it to the exit.

A half materialised half immaterialised death eater followed Rosalyn.

"Stupefy!" She bellowed, causing it to blast back.

Unfortunately, this spell caused some of the prophecies from other shelves to fall, smashing on the ground or into Death Eaters, who quickly cast spells to shield themselves.

"Shit, let's go!"

And then, very suddenly, they all met at a crossroads, screaming as they crashed into each other.

"Reducto!" Ginny and Rosalyn shouted together, casting a powerful spell that took care of a few more death eaters.

And then suddenly all the prophecies began to fall. It was like it happened in slow motion, but Rosalyn only remembered Neville grabbing her hand and pulling her on, Hermione's voice of worrying panic, and her prophecy still in her hand.

Suddenly they saw a door, and started to run wildly towards it.

Rosalyn was first, running through the door like there was no tomorrow. But she soon realised that this was not the same door.

Unfortunately, she realised a little too late, and she was already on the other side of the door before she realised that it opened into nowhere.

She was screaming, falling fast, before she realised what was actually happening.