The pain was instantaneous. Rosalyn's scar hurt more than every part of her body broken. She cried out, wincing and blinking away the tears that came to her eyes, writhing about, trying to escape the status's strong grip on her.

Voldemort, meanwhile, payed no attention to her. He walked slowly towards his servant, shriveled upon the ground.

"My wand, Wormtail," He spoke in a low hiss, showing no mercy. He didn't care about Wormtail, he didn't care about anyone.

How can someone like this have followers? Rosalyn asked herself again and again. How can someone like this be liked by people?

But she knew the answer. Fear. Fear for Voldemort's supporters, hope for his fighters.

Anyway, Wormtail, his hand shaking, handed Voldemort a white, spindly wand. The Dark Lord held his long lost wand in hand and revelled in his success.

"Now your arm," Voldemort told Wormtail.

"M-m-m-master, th-thank you!" Wormtail cried, holding out his right arm, the one with the missing bit of flesh.

"Your other arm, Wormtail," Voldemort said, and Wormtail held out his left arm. What's so special about that? Rosalyn thought.

But she soon found out. Branded black into Wormtail's left forearm was a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. The dark mark.

But it was slightly faded, not at its full strength, Rosalyn thought.

But then Voldemort held Wormtail's arm in his hand and pressed the mark with the tip of his wand. It went black immediately.

Voldemort gasped and looked to the sky, so Rosalyn did as well. And she saw it. Them. Shoots of black smoke were coming through the clouds, rocketing towards them in the graveyard. When they reached the ground, the death eaters materialised.

Rosalyn knew they were death eaters before they even set foot on the grass. Because of what she had seen a few weeks previously.

Karkaroff and Snape in the cupboard, Karkaroff had his left arm extended. I'm so stupid, Rosalyn thought, all that rubbish about "have you got a scar too?" why didn't I just realise...

"Welcome, my friends," She was drawn back to real life by Voldemort. He spoke to his followers with dignity. "Thirteen years, it's been, and yet, here you stand before me, as though it was only yesterday.

"I confess myself, disappointed," Voldemort spoke on, his voice now cold and high. "For not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe!" He pulled off the mask of a man that looked all to like his son.

"Macnair!" That was Buckbeak's executioner...

"Goyle!" Another familiar face...

He removed more masks off people that Rosalyn didn't know, then he came to. "Not even you... Lucius."

He pulled Malfoy Senior's mask off, and the pompous platinum blonde hair coward was revealed. "My Lord, if I detected any sign of your return then I would hasten to your side-"

"There were signs, my slippery friend," Voldemort hissed, angrier that Lucius would dare defy him. "And more than a splash-"

"I assure you, My Lord," Lucius said quietly. "I had never renounced the old ways and I have been obliged to your ways ever since- your absence. That is my true mask."

Wormtail chose this moment to hold up his left arm and shout. "I returned!"

Rosalyn was about to tell something out of hate for the stinking coward down there, but Voldemort did the job for her.

"Out of fear, Wormtail, not loyalty," He pulled Wormtail up by the scruff of the neck. "Still... your presence has been useful these past few months."

He waved his wand and a silver, metal hand appeared in place of his wounded hand. Rosalyn was outraged. Wormtail deserved to die painfully, but then again, she didn't deserve to be here. Justice wasn't prevailing today.

"M-master," Wormtail couldn't believe it, and he looked at his new hand. "Ma-master thank you..."

But Voldemort had moved on, he went over to Cedric and took his long skeletal foot out from under his robes and touched Cedric's face, rolling his head to face him.

"Ahh, he's such a handsome boy..."

"Don't touch him!" Rosalyn yelled, struggling hopelessly as she was trapped against the gravestone.

Voldemort looked up. "Rosalyn! Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here! Standing on the bones of my father..." He walked up to the gravestone, looking up at her. "I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days."

Rosalyn's scar was hurting like nothing else, like white hot knives stabbing her skin.

"That's because you killed my parents," she said stoicly.

"Ahh, yes, indeed I did," Voldemort's red eyes flashed and he turned round to face his death eaters. "The girl who lived."

He turned back round, looking up at her mutinously. "How lies have fed your legend Rosalyn Potter. What do you think? Should I reveal what really happened that night at Godric's Hollow? Should I divulge how I really lost my powers?"

He walked round his death eaters. "It was love. You see when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her son and daughter, she provided the ultimate protection, I couldn't touch either of them." He walked back to Rosalyn. "It was... old magic, something I should have foreseen, but no matter, no matter... things have changed. I can touch you... now."

He moved in an instant and put his finger to Rosalyn's scar. And then they were both yelling, Voldemort out of glory and Rosalyn out of pain, it felt like her arm was going to fall off, and it would never end-

Voldemort released her suddenly. "Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, isn't it?"

Then he yelled. "Pick up your wand!" And freed her from the gravestone. She fell to the ground, winding herself as she hit it.

Rosalyn breathed hard as Voldemort yelled mercilessly at her. "I said pick it up! Get up! Get up! Now... you've been taught how to duel I presume? Yes... first we bow to each other."

He bowed low, and Rosalyn stood her ground. "Come on Rosalyn, these steps must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to-"

"Dumbledore did hope that you would've turned out better, Tom Riddle," Rosalyn wasn't going down without a fight.

"BOW!" Voldemort hissed, angry, and he made Rosalyn bend in half with magic.

"I do not answer to that name, Rosalyn Potter, the name of my filthy father. And now..." He moved forward. "Crucio!"

Rosalyn thought that she had felt pain beyond nothing else. She thought that her scar was her provider of pain, but she finally understood. She understood what Neville's parents went through, what her parents possibly went through.

And as she yelled out, she realised it was hell.

Voldemort muttered the counter curse and Rosalyn felt relief like no else. Her torturer, meanwhile, stood above her, now using a cold sarcasm. "Atta girl, Rosalyn, your parents would be proud, including your filthy muggle mother."

"Don't you dare- don't you DARE!" Rosalyn yelled in complete anger, managing to use the last of her energy to reach her wand and yell. "Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort deflected it so easily it was pathetic. And Rosalyn lay back on the grass, hurt, tired, and with teary eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, Rosalyn Potter, I'm going to destroy you," Voldemort leaned over her, and full bleak daylight struck in for Rosalyn. She wasn't going to survive this. She was going to die. She was never going to have a proper family. She was never going to see her friends again.

"After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of you they will only speak of how you... begged for death, and I, being merciful... obliged."

Rosalyn, breathing hard, her hands clenching into fists, said. "You can hurt me, torture me, kill me. But don't hurt my friends and family..."

"You're appealing to my better nature," Voldemort said in a hiss. "And we both know I don't have one. Now get up!"

He pulled her up by magical means, and she, using her remaining strength, ran behind a gravestone. Light from the death eaters' and Voldemort's wands hit stone, not her. She pressed her back into the moss covered stone.

"Don't you turn your back on me, Rosalyn! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!" Voldemort yelled.

Rosalyn breathed, and she knew she had two choices. She could die the cowardly way, or she could die fighting. She could stand up to Voldemort and die for it, or she could become Wormtail, too cowardly to make a decision by himself, a betrayer. Dumbledore's voice came back to her.

"You are drawing similarities between Neville and yourself, Rosalyn, and because you couldn't help yourself, you want to help him."

But she could help him now. She could stand up to Voldemort, the person that attacked his parents, or at least authorised the attack. She could help Neville and avenge him, his parents.

And she was going to. She was going to fight.

She slowly walked out from behind the gravestone. "Have it your way," she said.

She was going to die.

But as Voldemort raised his wand and yelled. "Avada Kedavra!" Rosalyn raised hers and shouted. "Expelliarmus!"

And then something strange happened.

The green light of the killing curse and the red light of the disarming charm met in the middle, blasting against each other. The connection moved from Rosalyn's end to Voldemort's, but what happened was unusual. The wands connected.

Rosalyn heard death eaters offering help, but Voldemort yelled. "Do nothing! She's mine to finish!"

And then something else happened. Yet another thing. Blue light started to erupt from the connection, and from the end of those lights, ghostly people blossomed.

Cedric was first, then Frank Bryce, the old muggle at the Riddle House, then, last of all, there was-

James and Lily. They came floating out and hovered either side of Rosalyn.

"Rosie, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey! We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment d'you understand?" James yelled. Rosalyn nodded fervently at the father she never knew.

"Rosalyn, take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father, and... tell Rosalie I'm sorry, and that I'll always love her," Cedric begged next. Rosalyn nodded to him as well.

"Let go, sweetheart, you're ready!" Lily shouted. "Let goooo!"

Rosalyn pulled her wand upwards, breaking the weird connection of red and green. The blue figures turned to white lights and zoomed towards Voldemort.

Rosalyn sprinted towards Cedric's body, putting her hand on his chest, and then shouted. "Accio!" At the cup and it zoomed into her hand. Then she and Cedric spun and left.

But Rosalyn knew in her heart that she could never really leave behind what had happened there.