Out of breath and panting, Rosalyn weaved through the trees. She hoped she could reach Sirius before she collapsed. She was losing speed rapidly and she felt herself slowing down, until... finally she saw a man layed down beside the lake.

"Sirius!"

She ran over to him, and saw that he had a bleeding a badly bitten shoulder, a pale face and a vacant expression. She gasped. "No... Sirius!"

And now she saw, lying beside him, a pale version of Izzy, who was beside Sirius. She was scratched and bloody, as well as her husband.

But then Rosalyn felt cold, unhappy, and she saw he breath. She looked past her godfather and godmother and to the lake, which had begun to freeze. She knew that this could only mean one thing. One terrible, horrible thing. Dementors.

And, if possible, an even worse situation was upon her. Because the one person the dementors wanted more than ever right now was right there beside her.

Sirius seemed to pick up on this as well, because his eyes opened suddenly and he breathed hard. His eyes followed something above the two of them, so Rosalyn looked up. She wished she hadn't.

Dementors were swirling in all around them. Their black cloaks billowing in the wind they were creating. But not just one or two of them, about a hundred. And they all sent shivers down Rosalyn's spine.

One of them swooped down on the three and began to do something to Sirius, and Rosalyn would guess that it was kissing him. Sucking out his soul. But it didn't last long as he was just teasing him, Rosalyn expected they had hours to go before his soul was actually removed. Ripped out.

But she knew she would do everything in her power to stop that from happening. Standing up, she pulled her wand from her pocket, thinking hard.

I'm going to live with Sirius and Izzy. Harry and I'll be together. I'm going to live with Sirius and Izzy.

"Expecto patronum!"

A bright white light came out of her wand. Some of the dementors dove at it, but they couldn't get past it, Rosalyn had made a substantial shield.

However, it wasn't enough. As soon as she let the dementors get to her head, the shield vanished. Dissipated as if it had never been there.

Rosalyn felt defeated, she was so unhappy, hopeless, she couldn't do anything to help. She could only stand there and scream as a dementor swooped upon her, kissing her.

Why? Why? Why was this happening? All the people here were innocent! And the dementors still pursued them.

The dementor that had been on her moved to Sirius, wavering on Izzy. But just for a second Rosalyn felt no pain. Then she felt it for another as she saw Sirius. Not just in physical pain, but in the mental pain of twelve years in Azkaban.

Rosalyn looked up and saw a dementor coming right towards her. No, she thought, no this can't be the end, not after everything...

They writhed, struggled, shouted and screamed, but nothing happened. Rosalyn could feel herself slipping away, she was about to return to earth as a soulless being...

And then it all stopped.

For a moment, Rosalyn thought she was dead, then she thought she didn't have a soul, but neither were right.

She sat up, and saw Sirius. she was horrified at what was happening to him. At that moment, a little white ball of bright light came out of his mouth and hovered above his lips.

His soul.

But she didn't look at him for long. Across the lake, a white light had formed. Rosalyn knew without thinking that it was a patronus, but she didn't recognise it.

Instead of a circle of light, this one was an animal, it was big, four legged, and had antlers that weirdly didn't look like they were part of it. It was a stag.

And behind that stag was a person that Rosalyn couldn't see, but she saw them put their wand up and cast the patronus charm.

There was no denying it, the charm was powerful. It drove the dementors away by the dozen, stopping them with happiness. Their one weakness.

Rosalyn, show as blinded by the light, was amazed to see the shield extend and sweep over the lake, forcing the dementors back. Rosalyn was desperately trying to see who it was that had cast the charm, but they kept themself well hidden.

Suddenly Sirius started breathing hard as the little ball of light went back into his mouth. Rosalyn was so relieved and thanked the mystery person who had saved them a thousand times over in her head.

Did they even know we were innocent? She thought.

She needed to find out who they were, or work out who they were. And then her head started to fill with a possibility, but no... it couldn't be...

Rosalyn suddenly felt tired and riddled with fatigue. She just wanted to drop down just then.

The last thing she saw before she passed out was the mystery person in the darkness, running back to where they had come from.

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"I saw my dad."

Those four words spoke the impossible, but they also spoke what Rosalyn thought so strongly. It had to be her dad, James, who had conjured a patronus that strong.

"What?" A voice said above her, and as Rosalyn opened her eyes fully she realised where she was. The hospital wing. Hermione and Harry were there beside her, standing over her, and Ron was in a bed at the far end, with a bandaged and elevated leg.

She felt up to her face and felt plasters on both the cut on her cheek and the one on her forehead. But she didn't think about that now. She was too busy focusing on her theory of seeing her dad.

"He sent the dementors away, I saw him across the lake," Rosalyn said as if it was obvious.

Hermione looked like there were much more urgent matters at stake. And there were. "Listen, Rosie, they've captured Sirius... and your aunt, Isabelle. The dementors'll perform the kiss on them."

"So they'll suck his soul out?" Rosalyn asked, jumping out of bed. "And Izzy too? When she hasn't done anything wrong?"

"Yes, and that's worse, much worse, than being killed," Hermione clarified. "I heard Fudge and Snape talking. They said that they were just punishing her. That they recognised she had done nothing wrong but she had defied the Ministry by not telling them where Sirius was."

"Well, she did, but the both of them are innocent!" Rosalyn burst out, jumping out of bed.

But before she could do anything, the hospital doors opened and Professor Dumbledore appeared behind them. Hermione ran over to him and started desperately.

"Headmaster you've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!" Hermione practically yelled as Rosalyn jumped out of bed to join Harry at her side.

"And the wrong woman who hasn't done anything wrong!" Rosalyn yelled.

"It's true, sir," Harry added.

"It's Scabbers who did it," Ron said unhelpfully. Rosalyn rolled her eyes.

"Scabbers?" Dumbledore asked, brows knitting together.

Ron then continued. "My rat sir, well, he's not really a rat, well he was a rat, he was my brother Percy's rat, then they gave him an owl and I got-"

"The point is we know the truth," Hermione said. Rosalyn could her the eye roll in her voice. "Please believe us."

"I do, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said calmly. Rosalyn, Harry and Hermione looked at each other in shock. He believed them?

"But I'm afraid the word of four thirteen year old wizards and witches will convince few others," Dumbledore continued. He walked over to Ron and laid a hand on his leg, the expression on Ron's face was hilarious. "A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen."

He looked up from Ron, who was wailing, and changed direction entirely. "Mysterious thing time. Powerful, but when meddled with, dangerous." He walked up the wing, past Rosalyn, Harry and Hermione, and started saying stuff they didn't understand again. Just as the clock stuck.

"Sirius and Isabelle Black are in the topmost cell of the dark tower." He turned round to them. "You know the laws Miss Granger, you must not be seen. And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime, otherwise the consequences will be too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life will be spared."

He turned away, then back, and said to Hermione. "Three turns should do it," then he was walking away, closing the doors. He shut them, but kept a hand in, and peeked through them. "By the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps a wise way to begin."

Then he was gone.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron and Rosalyn asked in unison.

Harry didn't seem to know either, Hermione, however, turned to Ron and said. "Sorry Ron but the thing is you can't walk."

She then pulled something out from underneath her shirt. It was a chain, and at the end of that chain was a small hourglass encased in a circle, with another circle outside, and then another. Hermione put the chain around their necks, and started to spin the hourglass. Harry tried to touch it but Hermione slapped his hand away. Rosalyn smiled as Hermione spun the hourglass three times, and then her whole world rocked.

She wasn't aware of the next few seconds but when Hermione took the hourglass off her, she was aware of the changes. They were still in the hospital wing, but Ron wasn't there, and the sky was alot lighter outside.

"What just happened?" Rosalyn asked, "Where's Ron?"

Hermione, however, said. "Seven thirty. Where were we at seven thirty?"

"I don't know, going to Hagrid's?" Rosalyn suggested.

Hermione grabbed the twins by the arm. "Come on, and we can't be seen!"

They ran down into the courtyard and across the bridge, Harry yelling. "Hermione! Hermione wait!"

"Hermione, can you please tell us what we're bloody doing?" Rosalyn yelled.

As they reached the end of the bridge, Hermione pulled them aside and they peeked round the edge of the stone. Rosalyn soon saw, or rather heard, why.

"You foul loathsome little cockroach!"

"Hermione no! He's not worth it."

"Malfoy!"

"That's... that's us," Harry said.

"This is not normal..." Rosalyn said

Hermione turned round and pulled them back into the little stone structure. She pulled out the hourglass from under her shirt and spoke meaningfully.

"This is a time turner you two! McGonagall gave it to me first term. This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year."

"I knew there was something fishy going on!" Rosalyn said.

Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry intervened. "You mean we've gone back in time?"

"Yes. Dumbledore wanted us to return to this moment," she turned so she was looking out the doorway of the stone. "Clearly something happened he wants us to change."

At the scene below, they saw Hermione draw back, then punch Malfoy with all the strength she could have mustered. Was mustering.

"Good punch," Harry smiled, and Hermione said. "Thanks," as Rosalyn's voice rung through the air.

"YES Hermione! That's how we do it! Kick them in the ass and punch them in the face!"

"Not my most tactful remark," future Rosalyn commented.

She saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle struggle up the hill, and then Hermione said. "Malfoy's coming!" With urgency in her voice.

The three of them ran out a doorway on the other side and crouched down so that Malfoy couldn't see them. As they came up the hill, they heard them shouting.

"I'm going to kill that mudblood-"

"She can't do that!"

"You have to-"

"Shut up!"

Rosalyn froze, Harry and Hermione looking straight back at her. She hadn't meant that to slip out, she didn't want her to be the reason that they ended up getting expelled.

Meanwhile, Malfoy and his henchmen had frozen as well.

"Who was that?" Malfoy demanded of thin air. "Who's there?"

Rosalyn was shaking despite the warm spring air. She had never been so terrified to discovery.

"It was nothing, Malfoy," Crabbe or Goyle said.

"But- but I heard-" But Crabbe and Goyle walked him along the bridge and out of sight.

After they were sure he was gone, Harry whisper-yelled. "Rosie! What the hell did you do that for?"

"Sorry," Rosalyn said apologetically. "I just didn't want him bad mouthing my best friend, did I?"

Harry still looked a bit mad but Hermione smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Rosie."

"No problem," Rosalyn said with a dirty look at her brother.

The three of them crept forwards and saw themselves heading down the hill. Rosalyn said. "We good to go?"

"Yep," Hermione said as the three of them carefully walked down the hill.

When they got to the standing stones they watched themselves going into Hagrid's hut.

"Look," Harry said softly. "Buckbeak's still alive."

He wasn't wrong, the hippogriff was happily sitting in the pumpkin patch, not a clue what was happening.

"Of course," Hermione said. "Remember what Dumbledore said? 'If we succeed tonight, more than one innocent life will be spared'."

Rosalyn grinned, knowing that Buckbeak would escape a fate that wasn't his. The three of them ran down the hill, cutting off the path halfway down to avoid being seen.

They crouched down and ran behind the pumpkins, hearing half of Hagrid's sad speech.

..."Comin' down yeh know, Dumbledore, says 'e wants teh be with meh when- when it 'appens."

Just before she could hear any more, Hermione nudged her and she looked back up the hill. She saw Dumbledore, Fudge and the executioner, Macnair, coming down the hill.

"Let's go. They're coming, we'd better hurry."

Hermione, however, pulled them down.

"No, Fudge and Dumbledore have to see Buckbeak first, otherwise they'll think Hagrid's set him free. I know, Rosie, it's such a short time... but I'm sure we can do it." Hermione had clearly thought this out, but it just made Rosalyn more anxious.

"That's going to give us about a minute and a half."

This was suddenly seeming impossible.