Rosalyn arrived in a shower of green flames, seeing Ministry members galore flood the atrium. Rosalyn looked desperately around for Harry, Ron or Hermione, but she couldn't see them.

Not until someone hissed. "Rosie! Rosie?"

She swivelled on her high heels and there she saw them. Harry, Ron and Hermione, all standing there, all looking very uncomfortable.

"This is awful," Hermione winced. "Absolutely awful. Have you seen what's over there?"

Rosalyn looked to where she was pointing and saw a fountain, but below, carved into that fountain, were hundreds and hundreds of human bodies.

And then Rosalyn realised they weren't carved. "Muggles," she said hopelessly.

"In their... rightful place," Hermione miserably said.

"Gotta tell you, starting to freak out a bit," Ron told them.

"You don't say," Rosalyn breathed. If they were caught here...

"How long did you say this batch of polyjuice would last, Hermione?" Harry suddenly asked.

Hermione's eyes widened. "I didn't."

Soon, they walked into one of the lifts that was hopefully heading to where Umbridge's office was (level one, as they had learnt). They had hoped to be uninterrupted, but this proved to be a difficulty.

"Cattermole!"

A man that Rosalyn recognised held open the lift doors, looking straight at Ron. This man was a death eater by the name of Yaxley, Rosalyn had seen him before.

"It's still raining inside my office," Yaxley told a very bewildered Ron. "That's two days now."

"Raining?" Ron asked, trying to make a feeble joke. "Have you tried an umbrella?"

"You do realise I'm going downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?" Yaxley didn't find it funny.

"Downstairs?" Ron asked.

"To interrogate your wife," snarled the death eater. "Now, if my wife's blood status were in doubt, and the head of the department of magical law enforcement needed a job doing, I might just make that a priority. You have one hour."

Ron nodded his head slowly and scaredly. Yaxley released the lift doors and they swung shut, banging together before the lift zoomed backwards, then upwards.

"How in the name of Merlin's pants am I supposed to fix a raining office?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Try finite incantatem," Hermione told him. "This is you, Ron," she added, as they stopped at a level once again.

Ron stepped out the lift. "Finite incantatem, and if that doesn't work?"

But the lift had already closed. They were already speeding away.

"I say that if we don't locate Umbitch within the hour we go find Ron and come back another day," Rosalyn told the other two. They nodded.

But locating Umbridge wasn't difficult. She was right there when the lift opened. "Ah, Mafalda, Travers sent you did he?"

Hermione gave a scared nod and Umbridge continued. "We'll go straight down."

As she got into the lift, she said. "Alana! How good to see you, dear, I haven't spoken to you in weeks! How was your holiday to Albania?"

"Erm-" Rosalyn started. Umbridge was speaking to her as if she really liked her, an unusual occurance for her. "I er- I enjoyed it, it was great."

"Oh good, and I must say, you're growing up, it feels like yesterday I was announced as your godmother," Umbridge smiled.

"Yeah, I don't know where the time goes!" Rosalyn grinned. She kicked herself. How come she had never found out that Umbitch was Alana's godmother? It made sense, of course, for the Runcorns were a very rich, prestigious, pure-blood family. But Rosalyn never knew that they knew each other.

"Oh, and Albert!" Umbridge moved along swiftly. "I must say, I hardly ever see you and Alana together. Normally you work in different departments, of course."

"Er- yes," Harry struggled to find an explanation.

Umbridge settled herself beside Mafalda (Hermione) before saying, "And aren't you getting out? I thought this was your level?"

"Of course," said Harry, and he swiftly left the lift.

After a very awkward ride upwards, Rosalyn got out on the next level, bearing one last petrified look into Hermione's eyes.

She walked along a corridor, trying to look authoritative, and trying to come up with a story about why she would be up there in case she was caught. She had taken the invisibility cloak, so just then she put it over herself.

She pushed open the door to a room and found many people inside, thankfully too focused on work to notice a door opening and (apparently) no one coming in.

There were about a hundred people in the room, all sitting at a desk, printing the same pamphlet over and over.

Rosalyn slowly went over to one of the pamphlet printers, reading the so-important thing they seemed to keep printing.

MUDBLOODS AND THE DANGER THEY POSE TO A PERFECT PURE-BLOOD SOCIETY

Rosalyn's blood boiled as she read just the front cover. She looked over at the printer of the pamphlet and had a strong urge to slap her across the cheek. But soon she learned something.

"Will the old hag be interrogating anyone else today, d'you know?" The woman sitting behind the one Rosalyn was beside asked her.

"Shhhh!" Warned the man across from them.

"What?" The woman Rosie was beside input. "Has she got magic ears instead of an eye now?"

A magic eye... Rosalyn thought. However, she stayed with the conversation at the moment.

"To be honest, I'm inclined to wear a 'support Rosalyn Potter' banner to work, at the moment," said the original witch, her chin rested on her hand.

"Shhh!" Warned the man again. "Didn't you hear what happened to Neville Longbottom?"

Rosalyn's blood ran cold. No, not Neville, please not him...

"Yeah, he called the death eaters out on the train to Hogwarts, said he'd rather die than betray Potter. Blimey, he's lucky they didn't take him to Azkaban..."

Even though Rosalyn's heart was beating rapidly in her chest, she also felt love in it. Neville would rather die than sell her out.

But now she had found out her boyfriend was okay, she needed to figure out of her suspicions around the magical eye were true.

Seeing all the doors around the room, Rosalyn suddenly knew one of them was Umbitch's. She looked around at them, and suddenly saw one with three plaques and a small, circular object drilled into the door. Rosalyn would bet money on it being that one.

And it was. As Rosie approached the door, she read the plaques and then her eyes directed down to the third one, filled with anger.

Dolores Jane Umbridge

Senior Undersecretary to the Minister

Head of the Muggle Born Registration Commission

What the fuck is that? Rosalyn asked herself as she looked at the bottom plaque. However, this wasn't the hot topic for long. Rosalyn saw the eye in the door and immediately recognised it.

"Mad-Eye," she whispered to herself.

Anger filled her. Umbitch had taken Moody's eye, drilled it into her door and was now using it to check up on the pamphlet printers?

Rosalyn didn't care at that moment. Pulling a few decoy detonators (Hermione had stolen them from Fred and George) from her pocket, she knew she was going to get into that office. She dropped the detonators on the ground, watching them multiply slowly before emitting a huge honking sound and filling the air with a putrid brown gas.

In that instant, Rosalyn didn't hesitate to mutter "diffindo!" to the eye. It dislodged immediately and Rosalyn stuffed it into her pocket. She then said "alohomora" to the door, and as the lock clicked open, she headed inside just as the chaos came to a stop outside.

Umbridge's office at the Ministry was not dissimilar to her one at Hogwarts. The China plates with cats painted on them were hung on the wall, pink lace doilies lay on the tables and the whole place was heavy with the scent of roses.

Rosalyn noticed a poster on the wall, with UNDESIRABLE NO. 1 printed above a huge, moving picture of her face on it. Umbridge had written to be punished beside it.

"Accio locket," Rosalyn raised her wand, suddenly remembering why she was there. Nothing came flying at her.

So she had to search manually. For the next hour, she inspected every drawer, all four corners and under all the rugs in the room. No locket. Finally, she only had one drawer left, and she didn't find anything very good.

Looking into it, she thought it was just a pile of papers, but looking closer, she saw that it was files. Files on everyone that was close to her.

Ron... Hermione... Harry... Neville... Arthur... Molly... Kingsley... Lupin... Tonks... Fred... George... Ginny... even Mad-Eye and Dumbledore... with red X's over their faces...

Rosalyn felt so bad. All these people were being tracked and documented because of her. She didn't dwell on this guilt, however, because she needed to get out of the office before she was caught.

Rushing around to put the files back in the office, Rosalyn had completely forgotten that the invisibility cloak was in her pocket as she exited the office.

"Runcorn, whatever are you doing?"

Rosalyn looked around in shock as she saw all the pamphlet printers all looking at her.

"I was just collecting something for my dear godmother Dolores, she asked for it as she's in the courtrooms all day, you see."

Rosalyn cringed inwardly at her performance as she practically ran out the room and headed back to the lift. She got in and saw, with a considerable amount of relief, a very wet Ron walk in, too.

"Good morning," he said feebly.

"Ron, it's me!" Rosalyn hissed.

"Blimey, Rosie, forgot what you look like! Where's Hermione?"

"She went down to the courtrooms with Umbitch, and apparently, I'm Umbitch's goddaughter as well!"

She told Ron the story about searching Umbridge's office and then said. "So we'd better get down to the courtrooms, and then find Harry from there!"

It appeared Harry was already at the courtrooms. The journey there was easy, as Rosalyn had done it once before to her to her hearing in fifth year. But they saw Albert Runcorn (or Harry) standing guard at the door.

Rosalyn and Ron ventured down the corridor, seeing a man being dragged up it by security.

"No! No please! My father- my father was a wizard, I'm a half blood! His name was William Alderton! Perhaps you know him? Always wore his jacket inside out? No! Please-"

Rosalyn winced as he was hit by one of the security guards. "It's horrible, Ron," she quietly cried to her adopted brother. "And she's- she's got loads of people printing pamphlets on m-muggle borns and they don't want to be there and everyone's getting attacked and-"

"Rosie? Rosie?" Ron asked her. "I- I know I'm not as good as Neville at this stuff, but Rosalyn, we're gonna fix this, I promise."

Rosalyn smiled slightly. "Thanks, Ron."

But everything suddenly got a thousand times worse. About halfway along the corridor, Rosalyn and Ron felt a cooling sensation in their cores and both felt depressed, empty. Dementors.

But suddenly things felt a bit better, because Rosalyn had suddenly seen a silver cat on the judges' table. Right beside Umbridge.

Standing beside Harry, Rosalyn finally got a full view of the courtroom. There was Umbitch, a smug expression on her face as she leered down at (who Rosalyn presumed was) Cattermole's wife. Yaxley sat at one of the jury's seats. There was no jury in this court.

Hermione, or Mafalda, sat also in one of the jury's seats, a clipboard in hand. She looked horrified, but Rosalyn knew she was fighting to stay in character.

"Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?" Umbridge suddenly asked the scared woman in the questioning chair.

"Yes," she said, looking very scared.

Just then, Rosalyn noticed a locket on her chest with an ornate S on it. Her anger bubbled just below boiling point as she glared at it.

"Mother to Maisie, Ellie and Alfred? Wife to Reginald?" Umbitch questioned further.

Rosalyn took this as her cue to shove Ron out into the courtroom and stand beside Harry. "Thank you, Alana," Umbridge sort of smiled at her. "Now, Mary Elizabeth Cattermole, a wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry this morning, is this that wand, Mrs Cattermole?"

She held up a short, stubby wand. "Yes," Mary Cattermole breathed between her cries.

"Would you please tell everyone here from which witch or wizard you took this wand, Mrs Cattermole?"

"T-take it?" Mrs Cattermole repeated in disbelief. "I didn't take it. I- I bought it, in Ollivander's, when I was eleven years old. It chose me."

"You're lying," Umbridge accused. "Wands only choose witches or wizards and you are not a witch."

"But I am!" Mary begged, turning to her husband. "Tell them, Reg, tell them what I am!"

Ron stayed silent after stuttering for a moment.

Seeing this scene made Rosalyn crack. She pulled out her wand immediately. "Is something wrong, Alana?" Umbitch asked.

"You're lying, Dolores," Rosalyn said mutinously, the look in her eyes one that Umbridge recognised from two years ago. "And I must not tell lies."

There was a look of understanding in her face the second before Rosalyn yelled. "Stupefy!"

Umbridge fell back in her seat as Harry did the same to Yaxley before he could react. Hermione grabbed the locket off Umbridge's bosom and put it in the beaded bag.

Rosalyn could feel herself changing back to herself as she heard shouts of. "It's Rosalyn! Rosalyn Potter!"

"It is, isn't it?" Ron, who was still Reg Cattermole, said to his supposed wife. "This'll be one to tell the kids."

The only problem was, that when Umbitch was stunned, her patronus died, which meant that the dementors came swooping down after them.

Rosalyn ran with everyone to the lift, which they crammed into. The dementors didn't give up though, and Rosalyn stood in front of everyone with her arms outstretched, protecting them.

"Expecto patronum!" Rosalyn bellowed, and a silver fox bounded out of her wand and drove the dementors away. The lift soon zoomed upwards.

They were in trouble though, for Harry, Hermione and Rosalyn now all looked like themselves, and Ron would soon surface as well.

As soon as they reached the atrium, Ron gave his 'wife' a talk. "Mary, go home, get the kids. We have to get out the country, d'you understand, Mary, do as I say!"

Mary gave a little yelp and then kissed Ron full on the mouth. Rosalyn would've laughed if the situation wasn't so grave.

"Mary?"

The real Reg Cattermole, complete with just some boxers and a vest, came into the atrium just as Mary and Ron finished kissing. And Ron transformed back into himself. Mary looked between her real husband and him.

"Nice meeting you, bye!" Ron said, practically running to keep up with the others.

"It's Harry! And Rosalyn! Rosalyn Potter!"

Suddenly they were running for their lives as a mix of workers, security and death eaters ran at them.

"We need to make it to a fire and disapparate-" Rosalyn started.

"Seal the exit! SEAL IT!"

Yaxley was back, rising out of a lift and running out to try and catch up with the quartet. Meanwhile, pushing past security and just random work people, the quartet was making a run for it. Yaxley was onto them.

Soon they made it past the crowd and were just flat out sprinting to the fire. Ron, however, wasn't keeping up, and just as they ran into the fire, Yaxley caught hold of him.

Then came the crushing darkness.