This one-shot was written for:

1. Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges - The Summer 2013 Wizarding Modly Forum-Wide Comp of Awesomeness

Challenge number: 2 - Defence Against the Dark Arts

Defend. Use protection and barrier magicks to drive back Dark forces and to keep yourself and others from harm. Write a story about a character defending another character from something, e.g. a Dark creature, bullies, untrue (or, perhaps, true) rumours... anything that that character might need defending from counts. Optional quote prompt: "The wisest mind has something yet to learn." (- George Santayana)

Gryffindors, your courage makes you adept at this subject, and your passion and tendency towards morality mean you are generally strong against the call of the Dark Arts. If you write about an Auror, you'll receive a bonus of 5 points.

Magical Status: Witch

House: Gryffindor

Wand: TBA

2. Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges - UnicornsAndRainbows20089's Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Challenge - Year 1 - Defence Against the Dark Arts - Students are to write a story based on a duel; stories are to be no longer than 1000 words and no shorter than 500 words - Words: Bloody Hell; Action: A character must break an arm; Quote: There are many people who feel that it is useless and futile to continue talking about peace and non-violence against a government whose only reply is savage attacks on an unarmed and defenceless people. -Nelson Mandela; Era: Next-Gen; Genre: Violence; Event: Going to the Hospital Wing; characters: Emily Hallahan, Annabelle "Anna" Murata, Chris Brown

3. Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges - autumn midnights' The Apprentice Competition - Word prompt: immortal; Quote prompt: "Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can." - Nicholas Sparks; Character prompt: Rose Weasley; Genre prompt: Drama; Setting prompt: Knockturn Alley

Wordcount: 899 words

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, all rights go to J.K. Rowling.

My little baby girl

"As much as I find you a very intelligent girl, Rose, I'm not sure this is the best idea you ever had." Rose fixed her blue eyes on her friend. "I'm going to show James who is the crying baby. You can come with me Em or you can find Anna and Chris. I'm sure they are here somewhere around," the redhead told her brunette friend who frowned, but then nodded.

Without a word the two twelve-year-old girls entered Knockturn Alley. Rose flinched when she noticed the nasty products and the formidable folk who were there. It wasn't a place she would wanted to spend time that was for sure.

"Ah, little girls, can I help you?" Rose looked up and noticed a witch who resembled a hag. She had no teeth and her skin was wrinkled and grey. She literally shivered and muttered something.

"I will help them, McNala, don't be afraid." A smooth, but cold voice said. Rose saw the man who talked. He was tall, lean and well-built. He was in his twenties if she had to guess with pale skin and dark eyes. He reminded Rose of the Malfoy family, only with darker hair. The boy was even more terrifying than the old hag. He was handsome, but dark. Rose felt as Emily grabbed her hand and she started pulling her backwards.

"A Weasley, am I right? I would say you are the daughter of Potter's sidekicks, that mudblood Granger and that pathetic ginger," the boy said and Rose wanted nothing more than curse him. However, she knew well that she had no chance against the more qualified grown-up. "I've heard about your parents, sweetie. You know, there are many people who feel that it is useless and futile to continue talking about peace and non-violence against a government whose only reply is savage attacks on an unarmed and defenceless people. I'm with them, after all even Saint Potter and his gang isn't immortal," he said with a cruel smile on his face.

"ROSE! Rose?!" the voice the redhead knew so well was echoing in the dirty tight streets. The young man's dark eyes were gleaming mischievously like he just committed a childish prank. However, Rose was pretty sure that he wasn't about to use one of her Uncle George's product. Rose closed her eyes and let her friend drag her away but it was too late she knew. She was frozen from the fear, fear she has never felt before.

"Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can," Rose muttered the words of Nicholas Sparks, one of her mother's favourite muggle writer. She just hoped that the writer was right, that the situation can get better.

Without even saying anything, the young man wordlessly cursed her. She flew about a meter and she hit the wall. She felt the warm blood on her hand when she ran her hand through her hair. She looked up, but she wasn't sure what was happening. Dizziness took over and she was very close to lose her consciousness.

She saw red. Not blood, no. Red sparks, red dots, red lightning. She heard shouting. Stupify. Petrificus Totalus. Expelliarmus.

She knew those things. They were spells. Someone was duelling.

She opened her eyes to see some hazy figures. She made out the two forms. A black and a red, she knew both of them, the young scary wizard and... her father.

"Rose!" The redhead looked up and noticed that her best friend was right next to her. She seemed to be in a good shape, not like she was. Rose never felt so badly before. Not even when she fell off her broom, she broke her right hand and she had to go to the Hospital Wing.

"It's the end." Rose heard and she focused on the red figure before her. His father was standing in front of the dark wizard who was on the floor. He was already in handcuffs and his wand was in her father's hand.

"Bloody hell!" Rose turned slowly to the voice and noticed that her father was already beside her and that after a popping voice her Uncle Harry arrived who took care of the young man while her father closed the space between them. Emily helped her in a sitting position and her father crouched so they were in the same level.

"I have to take you to St Mungo's," her father was muttering to himself and Rose slowly nodded. "Are you alright, Rosie? What can I do?" he asked worriedly but the young girl didn't answer him.

"I won't let anyone harm you again, Rosie. No one will harm my little girl. Do you hear me? You are my baby and I won't let anyone hurt you," he said shakily and before she could even answer her father hugged her tightly like he would never let her go.

"I love you baby girl and I will protect you. I'm an Auror, I will be able to protect you, I swear. I will always be there for you, Rosie," he stated and a few traitor tears escaped Rose's eyes. She nodded softly and sobbed in her father's robe.

"I'm here, Rosie," her father said encouragingly, but just as shaken-up. "You are my baby girl."