𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸 ☆ 10

When Rosalyn got back to the common room, she learnt something else. Harry and Cho has also kissed, and not like her and Neville's on-the-cheek kiss, this one was proper.

So, as this was the hot topic among the quartet, Rosalyn refrained from telling her news just yet as Ron asked his best mate, "Well... how was it?"

"Wet," was Harry's immediate answer, until the other three looked at him weirdly. "I mean, she was sort of crying."

"That bad at it, are you?" Ron laughed.

"I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory!" Hermione stepped in. "Anyway, Cho spends half her time crying these days."

"You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up," Ron was beside himself with laughter.

"Well, don't you understand how she must be feeling?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry shook their heads, so she explained. "Well, obviously she's feeling sad about her mother, because Umbridge just sacked her from her job at the Ministry, and therefore she's confused about liking Harry because he's going against everything her mum's telling her, and also guilty about kissing him. She's conflicted because Umbridge just sacked her mum but she can't speak out against her and frightened about failing her O.W.L.s because she's too busy worrying about everything else!"

There was a silence that followed, then Ron said, "One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode."

"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon," Hermione said. She spoke like she was serious, but then she burst into laughter, and so did the other three.

"You alright, Rosie?" Hermione asked observantly, "You've been very quiet."

"I'm fine," Rosalyn said quickly. "I- I-"

"I saw you hang back as well," Ron said. "What happened?"

Rosalyn sighed, "Nothing- nothing- I'm fine-" she sighed, lowering her voice before saying. "I- I kissed Neville."

There was an outburst of laughter from the other three. "Rosie!" Ron yelled.

"Wait a sec, tell me everything!" Hermione laughed.

"Tell us," Harry pointed out.

Rosalyn sighed again and explained the story. "And it was all stupid Fred and George's fault! Just because I wouldn't listen to them..." she finished.

"I still can't believe you and Neville kissed!" Hermione squealed.

"It was just on the cheek, Hermione, it's not that exciting," Rosalyn rolled her eyes.

But as Rosalyn climbed into bed later that evening, she was excited. Excited for what was to come.

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She was moving along that corridor again... and to the door. She was nearly at it... she was opening it...

Sirius's voice came back to her. "Voldemort may be after something... something he didn't have last time..."

She was in a room full of shelves, on those shelves were glass orbs... there was someone in there... someone with a lit wand...

Arthur Weasley was in the room. He turned with an urgency and looked shocked when he saw her... but she wasn't herself...

She struck him, and he fell, blood spattering... she struck again and again... he was nothing more than a bloody mass...

Rosalyn awoke with a start. She was sweating buckets and Hermione asked her if she was alright. The next thing she knew, Hermione had called for Harry and Ron, and McGonagall, and the four of them rushed her along to Dumbledore's office. They were all still in their bedclothes, but it didn't matter.