𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

twelve | the order of the phoenix

ROSIE WAS MOST CERTAINLY going crazy. She couldn't fathom what had come over her to help Wormtail revive Voldemort in front of Harry. Assuming, hormonal, jumping-to-conclusions Harry. After the spectacle of Harry calling Rosie dark in front of the whole of Hogwarts and other ministry officials, articles had been published, rumours spread, and now, to everyone outside of the Order, Rosie was as good as a Death Eater. Especially in the eyes of the entire golden trio and Weasley children (besides Bill and Charlie) who were constantly complaining to their parents about how they had a Death Eater under their roof and if they wanted any chance at winning this war, they should get rid of her, quick. To that, the Order always responded that if they wanted any chance of winning this war, they should keep her.

"Rosie, dear?" The door creaked open. "An Order meeting is starting in a couple minutes. Come down when you're ready, alright sweetheart?" Rosie was sitting still in front of a window, which she had opened for sunlight but had instead found a dark grey sky. How fitting. Staring at the sky which was growing murkier still, Rosie hummed. The door creaked closed and Rosie waited until the thumping of Molly Weasley's footsteps drew out before she started getting ready. Throwing on a purple gown, Rosie absent-mindedly fixed her hair and stepped outside her room in Number 12, Grimmauld Place, where she had been cooped up for the past month, coming out for the sole reason of attending Order meetings in secret. Correction, Regulus Black's room, which she had vandalized and made her own.

Quietly descending the stairs, purposefully avoiding the other childrens' loud noises, Rosie made her way to the kitchen, where Order meetings had been taking place. "Hello." She said softly. She sat down in a chair to the right of Sirius and Remus, who in the past month had been one of the only comforts in her life, as well as Severus, who sat to Rosie's right, Rosie's provider of Sugar Quills.

Rosie turned to her right, silently conversing with a sympathetic looking Severus Snape who held up a package of Sugar Quills. Flashing him a grateful smile, Rosie opened the package and started sucking on one immediately.

Rosie turned to her left, a weary look on her face, and Remus pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her hair. "I'm so sorry, Rosie." he whispered. Sirius also hugged Rosie, saying,

"You're doing great, Rosie. Stay strong." Though he's one to talk, Rosie thought. He's not the one who will have to protect dozens of people. Rosie took a look at her checklist once more, the last item being:

10. Prevent Cedric Diggory from being killed. Check

She saved one person, but would she be able to save others?

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"Harry conjured a patronus today. In front of a muggle. Given, said muggle already knew about magic, but a muggle nonetheless."

"He'll be okay." Said Rosie, speaking up.

"Pardon?"

"He gets cleared of all charges in the end. Really, no one finds him guilty besides Dolores Umbridge, who set the dementors on him in the first place. Regardless, Harry can't be expelled for self-defence. As long as he can testify for himself, which he can, he'll be fine." Rosie scanned the room full of blinking faces. Most thought of her as an extremely potent seer, all except for Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, and Sirius. She waited a couple moments before continuing, "Besides, we have more important matters to discuss. First of all, Albus, please don't ignore Harry. Clearly, you know why." She said to Dumbledore's ashamed looking face. Many were shocked due to her lack of respect for the elderly wizard, but Rosie continued anyway. "Hagrid, the giants won't listen to you. They will at first, but your efforts will become futile as their leader will die and another, who supports Voldemort will lead, so unless we can somehow save their current leader from dying, it's better for everyone if you don't go, Hagrid.