Curses were flying everywhere. I was dueling at least three Death Eaters, and losing. No one could help me, and I didn't want help.

Finally, I swallowed whatever held me back and threw three killing curses at my attackers.

They all fell, dead.

I took a deep breath and turned around to see who I could help.

Then I saw them.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry were running across the grounds, probably under the invisibility cloak.

What most people didn't know about me was that I had magic eyes.

I was born blind. The Healers transplanted my eyes two months before I went to Hogwarts.

The spell on them made me able to see everything. I could see things that were invisible, I could see through solid objects if I wanted too, and if I really concentrated, I could see where things had been.

I stood in horror as they walked unknowingly between a duel. I ran and pushed them out of the way of a killing curse, taking it myself.

My soul separated from my body, but I stayed at Hogwarts. I continued to help anyway I could with the Battle.

When Harry went to give himself up, I followed him. When he had gone to meet Voldemort, Lily Potter, his mother, found me.

"We have a lot in common," she said smiling, "We both died for him without a second thought."

I returned her smile, "I hope he learns my name."

"He will."

Mrs. Potter disappeared and I followed after Harry and turned invisible.

I came across the clearing and Harry lay on the ground with Narcissa Malfoy leaning over him.

I realized he had survived Avada Kedavra for the second time.

I muffled my gasp and ran/floated quickly back up to the castle. The fighting had stopped and everyone was gathered in the Great Hall.

Then I saw them, my friends and family crying over my body.

I knew I would probably scare them, but I went over to them. I put an arm around my mother.

She shivered, looked up at me, and then screamed.

Everyone else noticed me and was surprised, but no one screamed, for which I was thankful.

Nobody spoke. Most of the people in the hall were looking at me.

"R-Rosey?"

I turned to the sound of Hermione Grangers voice.

"I'm so sorry," she cried.

"Shh," I said trying to console her, "It's not your fault. Shh."

Voldemort then yelled in his ugly voice about Harry being dead. I was about to tell them that he was alive, but something stopped me. Everyone ran outside, screaming and sobbing.

"You're a strong girl, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter," I smiled.

"Darling, call me Lily."

"Okay, Lily. Do you – Do you think I can leave now?"

"Yes dear, we can go now," she smiled.

Lily Potter took my hand and we departed from that world.

Every day, I watch my friends and family live. I do not envy them.

I am very happy here.

I know, extremely random. I love putting myself in stories… I have this weird connection with Lily Potter. Ah well, Review if you want. This was just for fun.