July 31st 1981

Rosalyn jumped out of bed. Today was her little brother Harry's first birthday. Her parents also had another "special meeting" today, which meant Uncle Padfoot and Moony would stop by afterwards to wish Harry a happy birthday. Rosalyn sighed. Her birthday, coming up in August, would have to be spent alone in home with her Mum, Dad, and Harry, since there was no meeting that day. She was glad she had Harry, since she hadn't been able to talk to her friends since they went in to "hiding". Rosalyn ran down the stairs to help her Mum prepare for Harry's birthday.

"Mum?"

"Yes, Rosie?"

"How long are we staying in 'hiding' for?"

At this, her mother paused. Tears started forming in her eyes as she pulled Rosalyn into a hug.

"I wish knew…" she whispered.

October 31st, 1981

Rosalyn was sitting outside watching her brother Harry play on a toy broom. It was starting to get dark, so she, her Dad, and Uncle Padfoot had to go inside. Uncle Moony was sick today, so he couldn't come over, and Uncle Wormtail almost never visited. Her Dad and Uncle Padfoot had to get ready to go to another one of the special meetings, and it was her Mum's turn to stay home with Harry and Rosalyn. As her Dad and Uncle Padfoot stepped left for their meeting, Rosalyn took Harry up to his crib, as he had fallen asleep. She looked out the window in Harry's room to look out at the view of the small town that they lived in. Rosalyn watched them, remembering that her parents had told her that their house was invisible to all of them, so she watched them knowing that they couldn't see her. As she looked down, she saw a man in a dark cloak run straight on to their front porch. How strange, she thought. She wondered if he actually knew where he was going, or was just wandering around blindly. Her question was answered when he knocked on the door.

They say that there's a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and that the only real difference between the two is when it is openly realized that the action in question is, indeed, "stupid", however it is still done despite this fact.

Tonight, even if Rosalyn realized just how costly her words would be, she still would have said them, and perhaps, done even more.

Lily Potter was on her way up the stairs to check on Harry, when she heard a knock on the door. Immediately knowing something wasn't right, she sucked in her breath and ran up the stairs. Luckily, both her children were in the same room. She ran in, locked the door, and cast a silencing charm on Harry. "Shhh," she whispered to Rosalyn, who only nodded in response. She only began to open the window, when a cloaked figure burst through the door.

"Thought you could hide from the Dark Lord?" said a raspy voice, and Lily ran to protect her kids instead.

"Don't worry," the voice continued, "I'm only here for the boy. I have no reason to kill you."

"NO!" screamed Lily, "Stay away from my kids! Take me!"

"Very well then. Stupefy!" Lily Potter fell to the ground, the world blacking out around her, just to see Voldemort turn to her children.

All Rosalyn saw was her mother fall to the ground, she didn't know if she was okay…. or… not.

The cloaked figure turned to Rosalyn. "Give me the boy," the cloaked figure barked.

Rosalyn just stood there in shock, holding her brother, while tears streamed down her face, out of terror and fear. This –thing– may have just killed her mother, and now he wanted her brother, too? Her baby brother... Could she live with herself if she knew that she was the reason Harry died? No, she couldn't. She loved her brother. As Rosalyn realized this, she felt all her fear turn into anger. How DARE this person come into her home? How dare he just hurt her mother and demand to be given Harry? She loved her family more than anything in the world. Whoever this man was, he would not take them from her.

"Give me the boy, if you want to live through this night!" the cloaked man demanded.

"N-n-no…" she stammered.

"You don't have to die, stupid girl. Just give the boy to me!"

"N-NO! HARRY'S MY BROTHER! Just because nobody loves you enough to be your family, doesn't mean you can take mine! "

"HOW DARE YOU!" the voice boomed, and Rosalyn felt a shiver go down her spine at the ice in those words. "Sectumsempra"

Rosalyn screamed as she fell to the ground, feeling her body was being sliced to pieces as she lay there bleeding, dying. Harry was still in her arms, and as soon as he saw the blood coming from his sister, he started screaming as well. Fighting unconsciousness, she saw the cloaked figure turn to her brother. She could only watch as the monster pointed his wand at her brother and yelled "AVADA KE-"

And then there was only black nothingness.

A/N: First off, I'm really sorry for the delay. I was trying to make the chapter as best as I could before publishing it. (I promise the next chapter soon!) Second, I'm really sorry about Rosalyn's age conflict, but for the sake of some future events, the age gap couldn't be any bigger between them. I'm going to try extremely hard to try and make the characters have more personality, but I must say in advance that those are my weakness. :(

Lastly, review, review, review! Any comment at all is appreciated. :)