Malfoy Manor. That's where the snatchers were taking them. Rosalyn's body chilled over with fear when she was first told this, and now they were approaching it, she felt even worse.

They approached the high, black gates, and a woman Rosalyn recognised as Bellatrix Lestrange met them. Rosalyn's throbbing arm was shoved forward, sleeve up, and the scar was revealed.

Her face was inches from Bellatrix's, and she felt her hot breath shiver her spine as she spoke only two words, eyes on the lighting bolt scar.

"Get... Draco."

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Rosalyn's head was pulled up by Bellatrix and her arm thrust out. "Well?" Bellatrix asked, positively bouncing off the roof.

"I- I can't be sure," Draco said slowly.

They were in the Malfoy Manor drawing room. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius and Draco all stood round the quartet, but Rosalyn was the only one who had their attention.

"Look closely, son," Lucius was behind his son. "Listen... if we are the ones to... hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be... forgiven, everything will be... as it was."

"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught her, Mr Malfoy?" Scabior quickly put in.

"You dare speak to me like that in my OWN HOUSE?!" Lucius hissed, ending with a yell.

"Now, don't be shy, sweetie, come over," Bellatrix said, being overly nice. "Now, if this isn't Potter, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."

Draco looked at Rosalyn for a few seconds. Don't give us up, Rosalyn begged with her eyes, please don't give us up...

"What's wrong with her face?" Draco asked quietly.

"Yes, what is wrong with her face?" Bellatrix echoed sharply.

"She came to us like that, something she picked up in the forest, I reckon," Scabior said smartly.

"Or a stinging jinx," Bellatrix had put her finger on the exact right answer. "Was it you, missy?" She asked Hermione. "Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was."

Fuck.

As she checked out Hermione's wand, she giggled. "Ooh, I got you, and you."

Rosalyn winced as her scar throbbed again, looking to Draco again to try and help them, maybe there was a bit of remorse-

A gasp shook the drawing room. It came from Bellatrix. She was stood stock still, looking straight at the sword of Gryffindor. She gasped again and breathed out. "What's that? Where did you get that?"

"Found it in her bag when we searched her, I reckon it's mine now," A snatcher commented.

Rosalyn struggled. "No, it's- it's ours-"

Suddenly, Bellatrix pulled out her wand and blasted the snatchers back. "Are you mad-?"

She strangled, blasted and stunned the rest of the snatchers, leaving them lying on the ground. If it wasn't such a grave situation, Rosalyn would've rolled her eyes. She is mad, she thought desperately. And these are men who've done nothing to her.

So what are we going to get?

She stormed over to the quartet, shrieking. "Put the boys and the little feisty red head in the cellar! I want a little word with this one, girl to girl!"

She leaned threateningly close to Hermione, who tried to struggle away.

Rosalyn, Ron and Harry were pulled away from Hermione, marched down stone steps and physically thrown into the cellar. A small, metal gate was locked, and Rosalyn finally saw who had been marching them. Wormtail.

"You traitor!" Rosalyn yelled, standing up immediately and running to the gate as he walked back up the steps. "You backstabbing, traitorous, betrayer son of a-"

"It's not worth it, Rosie," Ron said, as Rosalyn fell silent, gripping the gate desperately and squeezing her eyes shut, tears threatening to show. "But what are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her!"

"Rosie?"

...Ron?"

...Harry?"

Rosalyn slowly turned at that voice. Somebody was walking towards them, somebody that they couldn't see in the gloom of the cellar. Thankfully, Ron clicked the deluminator. Luna Lovegood appeared.

"Luna?" Rosalyn asked, barely breathing.

Behind her, Rosalyn saw a goblin and Ollivander the wand maker. Strange prisoners, she thought slowly. She knew Voldemort must have kept those people there for a reason.

Suddenly, she was jerked back to life by Hermione's screams ricocheting off the walls and the celing.

"I didn't take anything, I didn't take anything! PLEASE!"

"We have to get out of here!" Ron said desperately.

"There is no way out of here we've tried everything!" Ollivander said in the voice of a man that had lost all hope. "It's enchanted."

Rosalyn turned on her heel and felt a sharp jab in her foot. Keeling down, she retrieved Sirius' mirror from her sock, remembered that she had hidden it there days before.

"What are you doing Rosie? That's a curious thing to keep in your sock," Luna commented as an afterthought.

"Help us!" Rosalyn hissed at the mirror in complete desperation. "We're in the cellar of the Malfoy Manor, help us!"

Suddenly, the gate that opened to the cellar did just that, opened, just after Ron had sucked the lights out, and Wormtail appeared, pointing a wand out at everybody.

Ron rushed up to him. "Let her go," he spat out scathingly.

"Get back," Wormtail threatened him.

"You traitor," Rosalyn shook her head as another scream came from above her. The tears were now real.

Wormtail ignored her. "You, Goblin, come with me!" The goblin that was stood beside Ollivander resentfully left the cellar with Wormtail.

Just as Dobby apparated into the cellar.

Wait a sec- Dobby?!

"Dobby? What are you doing here?" Rosalyn asked in shock.

"Dobby has come to save Rosalyn Potter, of course, Dobby will always be here for Rosalyn Potter!" The little elf told them.

"Wait a minute, Dobby, are you saying you can apparate in and out of this room?" Rosalyn asked. The sliver of hope that had evaporated was back in sight.

"Of course, Miss, er- I'm an elf," Dobby blinked twice.

"Could you take us with you?" Rosalyn asked.

He nodded.

"Right, Dobby, I want you to take Luna and Mr Ollivander to-" Rosalyn began.

"Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Tinworth," Ron interrupted. When Rosalyn looked at him, he reassured her. "Trust me."

"Whenever you're ready, Sir," Luna said kindly. Even though she's been stuck here for only Godric knows how long, she's still kind to everyone she meets, Rosalyn marvelled. She couldn't do that.

"Sir, oooh, I like her very much," Dobby smiled slightly, taking Luna's and Ollivander's hands. "Meet me at the top of the stairs in ten seconds."

And with that, he was gone.

Naturally, Wormtail came down seconds after that, to check what the noise had been down in the cellar. "We're going to have to try and tackle him, I'll grab his wand and then we can go from there," Rosalyn suggested in a hiss. Their wands had been stolen by the snatchers, so they couldn't do anything. And Rosalyn's wand was still in pieces in the beaded bag.

Rosalyn and Ron hid on one side of the door, Harry the other. Wormtail opened the door, then Ron and Harry pounced on him. Rosalyn stole his wand, then non verbally stunned him.

He fell backwards onto the steps and was still.

Rosalyn looked upwards and saw Dobby, standing at the top of the stairs. "Have you got his wand?"

Rosalyn held it up in answer as she and the other two climbed the steps silently. They had rescued themselves. Now they needed to rescue Hermione.

When they got up the stairs, Rosalyn finally understood.

"Who got into my vault?" Bellatriz was questioning the goblin, a knife in her hand. And then everything fell into place...

The sword of Gryffindor was missing. That had been what Scrimegour had said when he had read the will out to Rosalyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione, right? But what if it wasn't missing...

The quartet had the real sword, so what Bellatrix thought wasn't the truth. But what if there was a sword in Bellatrix's vault?

What if there was a copy, and it had been placed there, and if Bellatrix was scared of them being in there, then what else was in there... could it be a-

"Consider yourself lucky, Goblin," Bellatrix spat out, stopping Rosalyn's thought train as she spoke to the goblin that was stood before her.

She then went to stand over Hermione, who Rosalyn knew had been tortured. She also saw that Bellatrix had carved a word into her arm.

mudblood

Rage filled Rosalyn. Joy filled Bellatrix. She stood over Hermione. "The same can't be said for this one."

"Like hell!" Ron said spitefully, taking Wormtail's wand out of Rosalyn's hand and running into the drawing room. "Expelliarmus!"

Bellatrix's wand flew out her hand and Rosalyn caught it. "Stupefy!" She shouted at Lucius Malfoy.

Soon, with Bellatrix wandless and Lucius knocked out cold, it became a duel between Draco and Narcissa and Ron, Harry and Rosalyn. Spells were fired but none found targets.

"Stop!"

Rosalyn stood still as she came to see Bellatrix. She was smiling a crazy smile, and she was also holding a knife to Hermione's throat. "Drop your wands."

Rosalyn hastened to follow her command. Bellatrix pressed the knife into Hermione's neck. "I said drop them!"

Their wands clattered to the ground. Draco picked them up. Bellatrix could hardly contain her joy.

"Look who it is," she whispered, as, finally, the swelling on Rosalyn's face went down. "It's Rosalyn Potter... she's all bright and shiny and new again... just in time for the dark lord... call him."

She raised her voice. "Call him!"

Lucius Malfoy made a big deal of lifting his sleeves, revealing the dark mark. His finger was inches from it. Rosalyn winced. It was over, Voldemort was coming, she couldn't stop it...

A sound echoed from above them. The sound of someone unscrewing something, and slowly but surely, everyone looked up.

Whatever Rosalyn expected to see, it wasn't Dobby, sitting on the chandelier, slowly unscrewing it.

When it fell, chaos started. Bellatrix let go of Hermione and let her fall into the wreckage, where Ron let her fall into his arms. Rosalyn ran to Draco Malfoy and wrestled Bellatrix's, Wormtail's and his wand out his hands.

They all met round the other side. Ron held Hermione, the Goblin was just standing there, holding the hand of Dobby, who had his hand on Rosalyn's shoulder. Rosalyn had a hold of Harry and Harry Ron and Hermione.

Everyone was connected. No matter what.

"You stupid elf!" Bellatrix shrieked, looking with a cold fury at Dobby. "You could've killed me!"

"Dobby never meant to kill, Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure," Rosalyn couldn't blame Dobby for being blunt.

Narcissa tried to curse them, but Dobby clicked his fingers and her wand flew out her hand. "How dare you take a witch's wand!" Bellatrix snapped sharply. "How dare you defy your masters!"

This hit the wrong way. "Dobby has no master," the little elf said slowly. "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Rosalyn Potter and her friends!"

With that, he apparated them all away.

Nobody noticed Bellatrix, throwing her knife into the mix.