In the month that followed, Rosalyn and Dumbledore's reputation was restored, and they were now martyrs as well. Umbitch was sacked and, pending an investigation, might be going to Azkaban.

The worst part of the change was Izzy. Not having Sirius anymore, she retreated into her shell and didn't come out. She hadn't spoken to anymore in weeks. Rosalyn had tried to speak to her, had tried to write, but it hadn't worked.

But the best part of it all, was that Fudge was told to resign as Minister.

However, no matter how good this news was, Rosalyn didn't want to remember the last conversation she had with him.

Rosalyn's fourth day in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had told her that she needed to stay there for at least a week. She was lying on the bed. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just left.

She looked down the beds at Umbridge, who was still in a state of shock. Dumbledore had gone into the forest to rescue her from the centaurs. No one knew how he had done it. He wasn't telling, and no one was asking her.

Anyway, she was bored, very bored, but it didn't mean she wanted another visitor.

"Miss Potter?"

Cornelius Fudge was walking into the hospital wing. Rosalyn looked down. "I've got nothing to say to you," she said harshly. "Well, actually, I do have one thing. Get the fuck away from me."

Cornelius looked down in shame. Rosalyn, however, want on. "If you're here to apologise, I don't want to hear it. I tried, okay? I worked so hard to make you see reason! But you had your posse and that bitch down there making me carve my own hand!"

Fudge looked up. "I was going to apologise, Miss Potter. I want to fix this- relationship. Please. I feel so bad..."

"Good." Rosalyn said harshly. "Feel bad. Feel as bad as I did when you were all calling me a liar and I knew I was telling the truth. When I was reading all the bullshit you put in the Prophet about me. When I wasn't getting allowed to use magic because you were pissing yourself at night about what would happen if Dumbledore used us against you. Feel that bad, Minister, and frankly, I won't care at all."

The Minister looked at her, "Miss Potter, listen, you don't know how hard it was for me-"

"How hard it was for you?" Rosalyn asked in disgust. "Oh poor you, Minister, I feel so sorry..."

"This is no time for silly jokes, Potter!" He growled.

"Then go," Rosalyn suggested. "Because as I said; I have nothing to say to you."

Fudge looked at her, imploring her to listen, but she wouldn't. And after all the hurt and pain he had caused her, it was hardly a surprise.

However, after a month, Rosalyn had decided to ask Dumbledore about the prophecy. They were leaving for the summer tomorrow, so as she was packing, she decided.

Sitting in Dumbledore's office, her headmaster said. "I know how you feel."

"No you don't," Rosalyn shot back.

"I understand you more than Cornelius," Dumbledore chuckled. "I did hear about that encounter, you know."

"I'm sorry," Rosalyn admitted. "I'm just... everything that's happened this year, Umbridge... her stupid regime... the Educational Decrees... it all could've been avoided if Fudge had just believed us."

"It's fine, Rosalyn," Dumbledore said. "I have to admit, I brushed him off in much the same way you did."

Rosalyn smiled, but became sombre immediately. "It's my fault. He's dead because of me. Izzy's not speaking to anyone because of me."

"No, Rosalyn, the fault is mine," admitted Dumbledore. "I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought... that if I distanced myself from you, as I have done all year, you'd be less tempted. More protected."

Rosalyn looked down, changing the subject. "The prophecy said... 'neither one can live whilst the other survives'... that means that one of us is gonna have to kill the other, doesn't it? In the end..."

Dumbledore looked down, then said one word. "Yes."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Rosalyn asked at once.

"For the same reason you tried to save Sirius," Dumbledore explained. "The same reason your friends saved you... after all these years, after all you've suffered... I didn't want you to feel any more pain. Because I cared too much about you."

Rosalyn sighed. She said a quick. "Thank you, sir." Then she walked out the office.

She planned to go to the end of term feast, but she ran into a few people.

First of all, Luna Lovegood. She was putting up posters but Rosalyn didn't quite see what was on them.

"How come you're not at the feast?" Rosalyn asked.

"Lost all my possessions," Luna sighed serenely. "Apparently people have been hiding them."

She didn't seem to mind that much, but Rosalyn quickly said, "That's awful."

"Oh, it's all good fun," she smiled. "But as it's the last night I really do need them back."

"I'm sorry about your godfather, Rosalyn. And your godmother," she pressed her lips together, holding Rosie's hand.

"It's fine," Rosalyn looked down. "A- are you sure you don't want any help looking?"

"It's fine," Luna mimicked her, smiling. "Come on, Rosie, smile."

And Rosalyn did smile. She smiled because this girl wasn't the barmy, insane, weirdo that everyone made her out to be. She was a caring, kind and helpful.

"Anyway," Luna told her. "My mum always said that the things we lose always have a way of coming back to us in the end."

Tears pricked Rosalyn's eyes. "We're not talking about your possessions anymore, are we?"

"No," Luna chuckled. "I think I'll just go have some pudding."

And she skipped off to the feast.

Rosalyn sighed, walking throughout the halls, having no intention to go to the feast.

"Rosie?"

There was Neville. He was standing awkwardly, looking at her.

"Neville," Rosalyn said, her eyes now spilling tears.

Next thing she and Neville knew, Rosalyn was hugging him, her head rested on his chest as he was taller than her.

"I'm so sorry, Rosie," he said, not really sure what to do.

"No, I'm sorry," she said. "Listen- last year..."

And she told him. All about the pensive and the memory and finding out about his parents and how she was so sorry she hadn't told him.

"...And I'm so, so, sorry," she finished. "Because I've kept it a secret for so long..."

"Rosie, Rosie, hey- Rosalyn." Neville held her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "You have nothing, to be sorry for. Alright?"

"B-b-but-"

"Rosie, it's fine," Neville said. "I promise, alright?"

Rosalyn nodded. "Thanks, Neville."

Neville smiled. He and Rosalyn had had ups and downs, happys and sads, but he was happy that he could console her.

He just wanted to love her.

☆☆☆

The last day. Everyone was walking through the forest as they jumped down off the carriages.

Since they were all dressed in normal clothes, Rosalyn wore a lilac hoodie with pale blue jeans, talking to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said," she thought out loud.

"What's that?" Hermione asked her as Ginny, Luna and Neville joined them.

"That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing Voldemort doesn't have. Something worth fighting for."

She sped up and walked ahead of everyone else.

She thought of the fight that was to come. Of the two sides that would oppose each other. Of the people that were already lost, and the people that would be lost. And she decided.

If she wouldn't do it for anyone, she would do it for them.

James, Lily, Frank, Alice, Sirius. Even the people that were still alive. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Izzy, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Luna, Lupin, Moody, Tonks. Neville.

They deserved it.