𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 5

For a second, Rosalyn stood beside Neville in a stunned silence. Then people started to talk and get out before everything descended into misery.

Rosalyn turned to Neville and started to speak fast. "I love you," there were tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Rosie," Neville said, replicating her pooling eyes. "Be safe."

Just as he finished speaking, clouds of black smoke that were death eaters came cascading into the marquee. Rosalyn, after a split second glance back at her boyfriend, ran to go and find Harry, Ron and Hermione.

She was stopped by a hooded death eater along the way. "Stupefy!" She yelled, pointing her wand at them. They deflected it easily, sending some non-verbal spell back.

She saw Molly, Arthur, Bill and Fleur... all yelling and fighting... Rosalie and Tristan, hands held, staying strong...

Then she heard. "Avada Kedavra!"

Ducking out the way, Rosalyn turned her head to see Lupin holding Neville back. "ROSIE, NO! LEAVE HER ALONE-"

And Rosalyn ran forward to try and get back to Neville, but Lupin turned on her instead. "Just- GO!" He yelled, trying to restrain her. She fought, but he was too strong. He pushed her back and finally she saw them-

Ron, Harry and Hermione were all holding desperately on to each other, Rosalyn noticed a small beaded bag in her best friend's hand. Finally, Rosie stumbled into them.

She only caught a brief glimpse of Neville's face as Hermione apparated them away.

They came on to a busy street and Hermione had to pull them all away so they narrowly avoided hitting a red double decker.

They wasted no time, quickly navigating streets and the people on them. "Where are we?" Ron asked, his voice shaky.

"Shaftesbury Avenue," Hermione answered, leading the pack, "I used to come to the theatre here with mum and dad. I don't know why I thought of it, it just popped into my head."

She led them down an alleyway and started to dig into the, seemingly, small bag in her hand. "We need to change," she told them, digging her hand (shoulder high) into the bag.

"How the ruddy-" Ron started.

"Undetectable extension charm," She answered, pulling clothes for Harry and Ron out the bag and handing them to them.

"You're amazing, you are," Ron told her.

"Always the tone of surprise," Hermione answered back, smiling softly as she handed Rosalyn her clothes.

There was suddenly a rumble from inside the bag. "Oh, that'll be the books."

Soon, they went to a small cafe on the street, and, being the only ones there except the waitress, it was easy for them to have a private conversation.

"What about the wedding?" Rosalyn asked. "Will everyone be safe? D'you reckon we should go back?"

"They were after you, Rosie," Ron told her. "You'd put everyone in danger by going back."

"Ron's right," Hermione said as the waitress came to them.

"Coffee?"

"A cappuccino, please," Hermione said.

She looked to Ron. "Er- what she said."

"Same," Harry phrased. Rosalyn sniggered into her hand.

"Just a hot chocolate, please," she told the waitress, who nodded and went away.