She landed, her feet touching the ground and Cedric's body smashing on the grass. She was in the middle of the stands, everyone was cheering for her.

They don't know the truth, she thought, they haven't seen Cedric's body, and once they realise they're all going to hate me...

And sure enough, Fleur Delacour started to scream, and the clapping gradually stopped. Rosalyn, who had broke down in tears as soon as she had arrived, was sobbing, still clutching Cedric's body.

"Rosalyn!" Dumbledore shouted, trying to pull Rosalyn off Cedric.

"No! NO!" She yelled as Dumbledore attempted to pull her away.

"For Godric's sake Dumbledore what happened?" Fudge yelled, appearing to not trust Rosalyn's judgement.

"He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric- he asked me to bring his body back-"

"He asked you-" Fudge began.

"I couldn't leave him, not there!" Rosalyn yelled hysterically across him.

"It's alright, Rosalyn, it's alright, he's home, you both are!" Dumbledore tried to console her, but she wouldn't accept it.

"Keep everybody in there seats, a boy has been killed," Rosalyn heard Fudge tell Snape, McGonagall, Madam Maxime and Karkaroff.

"The body must be moved, Dumbledore!" Fudge said, coming back over. "Too many people-"

"Shut up! Shut UP! IT'S MY FAULT HE'S DEAD AND I JUST FOUGHT VOLDEMORT AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT-"

"Rosalyn!" Dumbledore said, and Rosalyn fell silent, sobbing.

"Move! Move! That's my son! MY SON!" Amos Diggory was racing through the crowd, running straight for Cedric.

He yelled and then Rosalyn saw Rosalie, sobbing silently, running forwards too.

Rosalyn got up and ran towards her, saying. "I-I know you're going to hate me- b-but listen, Cedric- he- he said he'll always love you-"

But Rosalie tackled her into a hug, crying as she said. "I don't hate you, idiot. I kn-know you'd have done all you could to save him-"

"But I didn't do enough," Rosalyn cried. "And now he's dead and it's my fault-"

Rosalie hugged her tighter to shut her up, both of the girls crying their hearts out, their bodies wracking with sobs.

"Potter, come with me," came the growl of Mad-Eye Moody. "Come on, come with me, come on."

He slowly got her away from Rosalie, leaving the girl standing there, her cheeks soaked and tear stainted. Rosalyn could still see the RP and FD on her cheeks.

The CD was almost gone.

And, before she properly left, she caught a glimpse of Neville, scared, wincing, and still with his RP on both cheeks.

Thank you, she thought, thank you, Neville, and Harry, Hermione, Ron, thank you for believing in me and for helping me through this...

Soon she was at Moody's office and getting decanted into a chair. Moody locked the door then he layed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, Potter? Does it hurt?"

"Not so much now," Rosalyn said, but she had a scratch on her cheek and the wound in her arm. There was no denying it.

"Perhaps I better take a look at it," Moody said, and he pulled her left arm up, revealing the slit in her skin, covered in blood.

"The cup was a portkey," she found herself telling him. "Someone had bewitched it."

Being a auror, Rosalyn thought that Moody would've been interested in this, but he changed the subject. "What was it like?" He asked. "What was he like?"

"Who?" Rosalyn started to get very confused.

"The Dark Lord," said Moody, and Rosalyn winced as he let her arm go. He got up, and said. "What was it like, to stand in his presence?"

"I- I dunno," Rosalyn said. "It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams." She corrected herself, "into one of my nightmares."

She noticed, however, that Moody had started to choke, and his hands to shake. He retrieved his hip flask and drank from it, but there was nothing in it. It was empty.

But he seemed desperate for a drink, and, in hindsight, this was when Rosalyn should've realised that something was going on. He want through into his other room, in need of something that he can drink.

"Were there others?" He asked her. "In the graveyard were there others?"

Rosalyn was about to answer, but then she remembered something. Something that changed everything.

"I- I don't think I mentioned a graveyard, Professor."

Moody appeared in the doorway, appearing both worried and calm.

"Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?" He said, in a very good imitation of Hagrid.

He limped forward, "Do you think that miserable oaf-"

"Don't you dare-" Rosalyn said, but it died in her throat.

Moody continued. "-Would've showed you the dragons in the woods if I hadn't suggested it?"

He searched through cupboards rapidly now, looking for something. "D'you think Cedric Diggory, would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself?" He growled at her, and Rosalyn shrank back, scared. "D'you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder-"

"Neville isn't-"

"-Could've provided you with gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that lead him straight to it?"

"It was you from the beginning? You put my name in the goblet of fire? You bewitched Krum, but-" Rosalyn was so confused and scared, she couldn't even think straight.

"B-b-b-b-but," Moody jeered. "You won because I made it so, Potter, you ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done," he seized her arm, but not so gently. "The blood that runs through these veins runs in the veins of the Dark Lord." He licked his fingers, which had her blood on them.

He walked away from her, then turned round, eyes (magical and normal) dancing, fixed on her. "Imagine how he will reward me when he finds out I've done it, silenced the great Rosalyn Potter."

He raised his wand, but before he could get the spell out-

"Expelliarmus!"

Moody's office door burst open and in came Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape. Rosalyn looked at them in awe, itching to explain yet not saying a word.

Moody, meanwhile, had been blasted backwards into his chair, which rolled against the wall.

Dumbledore walked forward and held Moody, wand in his face. "Severus," He called, and Snape walked forward, carrying the exact same vial of veritaserum that he had shown Rosalyn a few weeks ago.

It felt like centuries ago.

Anyways, once the veritaserum was pointed down his throat, Moody choked and then Dumbledore yelled at him. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes," Moody gurgled.

"Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?" Dumbledore asked, shaking him.

"No," he answered, sounding like he was strangled.

"Is he in this room? Is he in this room?" Dumbledore shook Moody, making him answer.

Moody made a grotesque face and nodded. McGonagall and Snape instantly started to look around the office.

But Dumbledore went straight for the trunk. "Get away from there," he said, and he pointed his wand at it.

The first trunk opened, then one inside that, then one inside that for seven trunks until it finally opened. Rosalyn and Dumbledore instantly looked inside.

In the trunk, several feet down, was a man. He was wearing white clothes, one eye was missing and he looked pretty defeated. "Alastor!" Dumbledore yelled down.

"Sorry, Albus!" Moody yelled back up.

"It's fine, and we'll get you out in a sec," Dumbledore shouted down.

Snape looked inside the hip flask. "Yes, polyjuice potion, looks like-" he stopped with a small glance at Rosalyn.

"It wasn't me that was stealing like I tried to tell you but you didn't-"

"Thank you, Rosalyn," said Dumbledore. "Yes, it appears that it was not Rosalyn who stole from you stores, Severus." Snape leant back, irritated.

"So that's Moody but then who's-" Rosalyn began.

But she didn't have to finish. Looking behind her, she saw Moody's imposter begin to transform. The eye that was simply a prop for him popped out, flying across the room, his hair changed colour and went shorter, and his hands kind of bubbled and changed to be smaller and less stumpy.

But suddenly he was different, a completely different man in the seat.

Barty Crouch Jr.

He tried to lunge at Rosalyn but Dumbledore held him back, shoving him back into his seat. "Barty Crouch Junior," he said with much contempt.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," He said, pulling back his sleeve to reveal the dark mark, burning black just as Rosalyn had seen it on Wormtail.

"Your arm, Rosalyn," Dumbledore said, thrusting her wounded arm in the direction of Barty Crouch Jr. He registered it before speaking in a knarled voice. "You know what this means don't you? He's back." The look on his face was quite deranged. "Lord Voldemort has returned."

"I'm sorry sir I couldn't help it," Rosalyn said, her fists clenched.

"Send an owl to Azkaban," Dumbledore said. "I think you'll find they're missing a prisoner."

"I'll be welcomed back like a hero!" Crouch Jr shouted.

"Perhaps, but personally I've never had much time for heroes," Dumbledore said, sitting up and taking Rosalyn with him.

She looked after Barty Crouch Jr, who was still smiling, revelling in his glory. Voldemort was back.

☆☆☆

The Great Hall had a different atmosphere today. That of a funeral for a fine young man.

Dumbledore, who had been sitting in his chair, stood up, to honour a certain student. "Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair minded and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. Now, I think, therefore you have the right to know how he died, you see... Cedric Diggory was murdered-"

Hermione and Rosalyn both blinked back tears. Rosalie, who had her head rested on Rosalyn's shoulder, sobbed gently. Rosalyn out an arm around her, squeezing the girl gently.

"-By Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not want me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and reminds us, that though we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. And in light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that! And we'll celebrate a boy who was... kind and honest... and brave and true, right till the very end."

A tear rolled down Rosalyn's cheek and she tried to feel like this wasn't her fault. But, deep down, she knew it was. And she could never fix that.

☆☆☆

It was the last day. Rosalyn was in her dorm, packing her trunk. She was alone, she didn't want to be accompanied.

"I never liked these curtains, set them on fire in my fourth year."

Dumbledore was standing before her, his eyes twinkling and his hand, sure enough, on the red curtains that normally hung round her bed.

"By accident, of course," He finished, and sat on the end of her bed. "I put you in great danger this year, Rosalyn, I'm sorry."

Rosalyn looked down, but there was something she wanted to ask about, so she did. "Professor... when I was in the graveyard there was a moment, ermmm, when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of- connected."

"Priori Incantatem," Dumbledore muttered, and Rosalyn stared at him. "You saw your parents that night, didn't you? They reappeared."

Rosalyn nodded and Dumbledore continued. "No spell can reawaken the dead, Rosie, I trust you know that?"

Rosalyn looked down. She had, in fact, been hoping to hear the complete opposite, but she guessed she was out of luck.

"Dark and difficult times lie ahead, Rosalyn," Dumbledore said, sighing. "Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

"But Rosalyn," He gripped her shoulders. "You have friends here, you're not alone."

She smiled as he said. "And... I have been thinking..."

"Thinking about what, Sir?" Rosalyn asked warily.

"About you and Harry. You see, he has lived with your Aunt and Uncle for years, and I think it's time we switch that around."

"Wh- what?" Rosalyn asked in surprise. "You mean I-"

"Go and live with your Aunt and Uncle, and your cousin, and Harry, for a summer, Rosalyn, yes," Dumbledore answered.

Rosalyn sighed. "Just for a summer, right?"

"Well, Rosalyn, I have no doubt that you and Harry will get whisked away to the Burrow or someplace else this summer, but I promise that you will only have to endure, at most, one summer there."

"Okay, Sir," Rosalyn said. "But... why?"

"Why...?"

"Why are you making me do this? Go to my Aunt and Uncle's?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that there was a reason, but I don't think that anyone should be told of late?"

Rosalyn thought for a second. She wanted to demand an answer, but she didn't. "I would, Sir."

"Thank you, Rosalyn."

"Thanks Sir," Rosalyn said, sighing as he left the room, getting back to her packing.

☆☆☆

The end of term. Rosalyn had known it was coming, but she didn't expect it to come this fast. All the foreign students were packed up and heading away right now. Rosalyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione were amongst the crowd, smiling and laughing.

"Hermione," Krum stuck his face in-between Rosalyn and Hermione and pulled the latter aside. Rosalyn smirked but stayed where she was.

"This is my address, write to me, promise," Krum said to her, then they bade goodbye and he was gone.

Rosalyn "ooohed" when she heard this, as the two girls were walking together and Hermione rolled her eyes. "We're just pen pals, Rosie," She kept saying. "It's not-"

"Ahh, it's alright, I won't tell Ron," Rosalyn laughed as Hermione went to see him and Harry.

She walked along the alley on the other side of the courtyard, smiling as she saw people from all different places exchanging addresses and (for those who had muggle parents) telephone numbers.

"Hey, girl. You didn't think I was leaving without saying goodbye, did you?"

Rosalie, dressed in her Durmstrang uniform, new tears glistening in her eyes, stood before Rosalyn.

Instantly, the two girls rushed together and hugged, squeezing each other so tight.

"I-I'm gonna miss you so much, Rosie," Rosalyn cried into her friends shoulder. "I-I' gonna miss... him so much as well."

Rosalyn cried. "I'm sorry, Rosalie. I've been such a shitty friend..."

"Hey," Rosalie said, pulling back from the hug and cupping Rosalyn's cheeks with her hands. "You are not shitty, Rosalyn Potter. You are amazing. And... I may have lost him, and I... may be losing you, but... that's only temporary. We will see each other again."

And Rosalyn knew that comment wasn't only about her.

As she bade her proper goodbye to Rosalie and let the girl go, she couldn't help but marvel at how strong the girl was. She was going to be okay, and Rosalyn just knew it.

Soon, a cannon sounded and the Durmstrang students were away, their boat sinking below once more. The Beauxbatons lot weren't far behind as they walked throughout the alley, Hogwarts students one either side of them.

As the mob reached the end and everyone followed, the quartet stayed behind. Ron jumped through a gap in the stone and said to Rosalyn. "D'you ever think we'll just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?"

"No," laughed Hermione, swinging herself round a stone pillar, as Rosalyn chuckled, wiping away the tears that still remained.

"Yeah, there'll be yet another thing next year," Harry smiled, looking at his sister.

"Yeah, didn't think so, still, what's a year without a few dragons?" Ron joked.

The three of them walked forward, then they realised they had left Hermione behind and looked back. Hermione was holding onto the pillar, looking at the ground. "Everything's going to change now isn't it?" She asked, halfway between crying and laughing.

Rosalyn walked towards her and layed a hand on her shoulder. "Yes," she nodded and walked forward into the group.

"Promise you'll write this summer, all of you," She said.

"I won't, you know I won't!" Ron said.

"Rosie and Harry will though, won't you?" Hermione said, looking at the twins.

"Yeah, every week," Harry replied.

"I'll sign it with my best wax seal," Rosalyn said in a fake posh voice, making them all laugh.

And so the golden quartet walked out into the fresh air and saw the huge, winged horse carriage speeding off, once again, into the air.