When Rosalyn woke up, she didn't know where she was, but one look at the blue duvet and the pristine bedside table, complete with locket, cards and sweets, she knew she was in the Hospital Wing.

She got up and realised one of her hands was bandaged. She noticed her brother was in the bed beside her, and he grinned at her once he had his glasses on.

"How you doing, Rosie?"

"Not bad," was all she could answer with before Albus Dumbledore walked into the room.

"Good afternoon Rosalyn, Harry," he greeted them, he then pointed to the sweets and cards and said. "Ah I see, tokens, from your admirers."

"Admirers?" Rosalyn asked confusedly.

"What happened down in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrel is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows." He smiled warmly, eyes twinkling, Rosalyn and Harry smiled back.

Dumbledore checked a chocolate frog wrapper, but it was empty, he figured it out. "I see your friend Ron has saved you the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs."

"Ron was here, is he alright?" Harry asked hurried.

"What about Hermione-" Rosalyn started.

"Both, fine, both just fine," Dumbledore said, knowing how much it pleased them to hear their friends were alright.

"But what about the stone?" Rosalyn asked.

"Relax, Rosalyn, the stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat, and we agreed it was for the best."

"But then Flamel," Rosalyn said, "He'll die won't he, without the elixir of life to keep him living?"

Dumbledore sat on Rosalyn's bed, facing her and Harry. "He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order, but then yes, he'll die," Dumbledore explained softly.

"And- how is it I got the stone?" Rosalyn asked. "See, one minute I was starting in the mirror, and the next-"

"Ah, you see, the stone could only be retrieved from the mirror by someone who wanted to find the stone, yes, find it, but not use it," he leaned in close to the twins. "And that is one of my most brilliant ideas, don't you think?"

Rosalyn sat up straighter. "Does that mean, with the stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?"

Dumbledore sighed, he didn't want to tell her this. "I'm afraid to say, that there are still ways in which he can return," Rosalyn looked down in disappointment.

Dumbledore answered a question that had been in her mind since it had happened, even in unconsciousness.

"Rosalyn, do you know why Professor Quirrel couldn't bear to have you touch him? And Harry, if you had touched him, you'd see the same thing happening to you."

Rosalyn and Harry shook their heads.

"It was because of your mother, she sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark." Rosalyn and Harry subconsciously reached for their scars, but Dumbledore stopped them. "No, no, this kind of mark cannot be seen, it lives in your skin, in your body until the day you die."

"What is it?" Rosalyn asked.

"Love," Dumbledore answered, "it is love."

He put a hand on each of the Potter twins' heads before standing up and moving towards the sweets at the end of Rosalyn's bed. "Ah, Bertie Botts every-flavour beans, I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one. Since then, I'm afraid, I lost my liking for them altogether," he looked in the box and picked out a bean. "But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee," he put the bean in his mouth and chewed, after a few seconds he answered his own question. "Alas, earwax."

Rosalyn and Harry grinned at him, and he smiled back, and, with that, he walked out of the hospital.

☆☆☆

Harry was discharged from the hospital a day before his sister, and now, Rosalyn had no one to talk to, sure, she had had plenty of visitors, but the hospital was quiet as a mouse as she was the only patient in it. Madam Pomfrey was elsewhere, doing only Godric knows what, so she didn't even have her company, however dull it was.

But, as she sighed, she could have sworn she heard footsteps, in rhythm, every few seconds. It was like someone was sneaking up on her.

But they weren't. Or they weren't doing it very good. Rosalyn put on an angry face as she expected it was Malfoy, or Crabbe and Goyle.

But it was Neville Longbottom.

His face appeared at the door, it was as red as fire, he looked happy, but also very wary, and he had something concealed behind his back.

"Hi Neville, what are you doing?" She asked.

"H-hi Rosalyn, I just wanted to give you this." Neville stammered with difficulty, he pulled something out from behind his back, and handed it to her.

It was a get well card. Rosalyn wasn't a stranger to these, as she had received more of these from the population of Hogwarts than she had in her entire life in the last few days, but this one was special in a way she couldn't explain.

It had the words Get Well on the front in rainbow glitter, and it had loads of pictures that were moving on it. It took Rosalyn a second to realise what they were. One was a three headed dog, growling and snarling, then there was devil's snare, slithering and waiting for someone to fall unknowingly on it. Rosalyn's personal favourite was the winged keys, fluttering about their space. There was the chess and all the pieces moving and getting smashed or saved. The troll wasn't there, as they really hadn't done anything to fight it, the fight was done for them, but the bottles were there, and the parchment flew towards her. She was mystified.

It was obviously enchanted, but Rosalyn decided to look inside it before she consulted Neville, the message made her smile, it said:

Dear Rosalyn,

I hope you get well soon, and I think it was really brave of you to face you-know-who with Harry.

You're kind of like my hero.

Love from,

Neville

Rosalyn's heart was warmed by the message as she looked up at the boy who resembled a tomato.

"Do you like it?" He asked slowly.

He didn't expect Rosalyn to jump off the bed she was in and hug him tightly.

"I love it!" She squealed, overreacting but loving it. "How did you do it?"

"Hermione helped," Neville admitted. In truth, he had ran up to Hermione, disclosed to her that he had a crush on Rosalyn, something which the know-it-all already knew, and then she had offered him her help. "She told me what you guys went through, you were really brave."

Rosalyn smiled warmly as she realised he had same thing in the letter, but all she said was. "Of course she did. Look, Neville, thank you so much, I needed something to make me a bit happier, even though I'm leaving tomorrow, it feels like I'm going to be stuck here for a whole load longer, so thank you."

Neville uttered, "you're welcome," and left the hospital promptly. Rosalyn smiled after him.

The next day, she got to leave, it felt good, walking about Hogwarts again, so she began looking for her three friends.

She found them, deep in conversation at the top of a staircase. They turned round, smiling, as soon as they saw her, whatever they were talking about before forgotten.

"Alright there Ron, Harry?" She asked.

"Alright, you?" Ron asked as Harry nodded.

"Alright, Hermione?"

"Never better," was the grinning response from Hermione.

The next few days before the end of term were pretty uneventful, according to Rosalyn. Sure, loads of people asked her questions and gave her praise, but the only part that she actually payed attention to was Hagrid.

"It's my ruddy fault!" He sobbed, "I told the git how to get past Fluffy! I told 'im! It was the only thing 'e didn't know and I told 'im! Yeh could've died! All fer a dragon egg!, I'll never drink again! I should be chucked out and made teh live as a muggle!"

"Hagrid!" Harry and Rosalyn interrupted the giant man with tears running down his face into his beard.

"Hagrid, this is Voldemort we're talking about, he'd have found out even if you hadn't told him," Rosalyn said.

"Don't say that name!"

"VOLDEMORT!" Harry and Rosalyn bellowed. Hagrid jumped violently and was so shocked he stopped crying.

"Hagrid, we've met him and we're calling him by his name," Rosalyn said softly. "Now please cheer up, have a chocolate frog, or a pumpkin pasty, we've got loads..."

Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and sighed. Rosalyn had felt so bad for making him feel that way, it was bad enough that she had met Voldemort, she didn't want people feeling like they were the cause of that meeting, or her potential death.

Anyway, the feast came upon the quartet quicker that any of them had expected, but none of them were overly excited for it. It had been announced that Slytherin had won the day before, and Rosalyn had been trying to keep her distance from Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle or even Pansy Parkinson, a smug and ugly Slytherin girl.

The hall was draped in green, ranging from banners to flags, and Rosalyn was trying her best to forget that they were there. She chatted with Harry, Ron and Hermione, along with all the other Gryffindor members. Neville seemed to be celebrating the fact that Rosalyn had liked his card, so even he joined in with the laughter.

But the young Gryffindors soon heard McGonagall tap her spoon to her goblet, creating noise that meant silent. Once that was achieved, Professor Dumbledore got up from his chair at the teachers' table and started to speak.

"Another year gone, and now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus." Rosalyn looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione, there wasn't much hope in any of their faces. "In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points." Draco smirked, as half-reluctant clapping filled the room, satisfied. "In third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two points." Clapping was again heard, and this time a little less forced. "In second place, Ravenclaw, with four hundred and twenty-six points." The cheers were for the consolation, again, for the winner was about to be announced. "And, in first place, with four hundred and seventy-two points, Slytherin house!"

The cheers were louder as Rosalyn slapped her palm against her forehead and Hermione rested her chin on her hand, a thoroughly bored expression on both their faces.

But it wasn't over yet.

"Yes, well done Slytherin, however, recent events must be taken into account, and I have a few last minute points to award." Dumbledore said. Rosalyn and Hermione, and the whole of Gryffindor looked up in interest.

"First, to Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect, while others were in grave danger, fifty points." Gryffindor exploded with clapping and cheering and Hermione looked down, gleaming.

"Second, to Mr Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess, that Hogwarts has seen these many years, fifty points." Ron had to check with Harry that it was him, because he had never been singled out before, but it was him, and they were nearly there.

"Third, to Miss Rosalyn Potter and Mr Harry, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house, sixty points."

The clapping was louder this time. For anyone who could make the din and add up at the same time knew that as of now, Gryffindor was tied with Slytherin. But Dumbledore had one more award to give.

"And finally, it takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends. Therefore, I award 10 points, to Mr Neville Longbottom."

The cheering was phenomenal. They had won, they had won the house cup! Neville looked confused as everyone thumped him on the back. And it wasn't just Gryffindor that was cheering, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were too, it seemed that Slytherin winning was what no one wanted.

"I believe, we are in need, of a decoration change." Dumbledore said, and waved his wand. All the banners turned red and gold, green and silver forgotten. "Gryffindor wins the house cup!"

Rosalyn stood up, her hands starting to hurt from all the clapping. All of Gryffindor stood up, laughing and cheering, and they threw their hats up in the air. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw quickly followed and hats fell everywhere.

Watching Draco's face was funny, Rosalyn thought. He had come so close, but really, Slytherin didn't deserve the house cup, after all that Gryffindor had done that year.

Here, in the great hall with the twinkly midnight ceiling and the best food in the world, Rosalyn felt at home, she was sad she was leaving it so soon.

***

The train was ready, the trunks were packed, and the students were hurrying down to Hogsmede station, where the bright red steam engine, The Hogwarts Express, was waiting for them.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Rosalyn were down there already, listening to Hagrid chivvying people along. They waved to him as they boarded, but Rosalyn and Harry stopped.

"What're you waiting for?" Ron asked.

"Give us a minute," Rosalyn said.

They went over to Hagrid. "Thought yeh were leavin' without sayin' goodbye, were yeh?"

He pulled something out of his pocket, it was a neat, leather bound book, Rosalyn wondered what it was.

"These are for you, don' worry, they're identical."

Rosalyn took it and opened it, inside, there was picture of Harry and Rosalyn as babies, being held by Lily and James. Harry was seeing the same picture. Rosalyn looked up at her giant friend.

"Thanks Hagrid," they shook hands, but he pulled the twins into a hug, he released them, but said a few finally words to Harry. "Listen, Harry, if that dult o' a cousin Dudley gives yeh any grief, yeh could always, threaten 'im, with a nice pair of ears teh go with that tail if yeh know what I mean." Rosalyn had no idea what they were talking about, but Harry smirked.

"But Hagrid, we're not allowed to use magic outside of school."

"But he don' know that do 'e?" Hagrid said, and both the twins laughed and headed back to the train.

"If feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Hogwarts will always be a home to me," was all Rosalyn answered with. "To all of us," she smiled as they hugged.

And with that they boarded the train, Rosalyn knew a long ride awaited them, but she could think of no better people to share it with than her three best friends.