Well this one has taken longer to come out, because I've been working on other stuff and plus, the last chapter had so many mistakes because I rushed it. So don't expect daily updates, because I do have homework and am trying to graduate in June sigh. Well that's it for me excuses. And as a plus, this one is longer than the other…I think. 3

Basic Overview So Far:

-Voldemort has returned

-He had one more Horcrux that Dumbledore didn't know about

-Voldemort killed Harry's family and Ron and Hermione's (And Ted Lupin), except for Rose

-Rose fell into a depression she snapped out of because she didn't want to be weak and pathetic.

Please enjoy the Fic now:)

Now I hide myself away
I never wanna feel again
Cause I faced this all alone
I let it seep and wash away now
It's all the same
And what I have I have in mind
And I think about you all the time

Got it Made - Seether

I sat alone in the Headmistress' office, slumped in a chair conjured for me. All the adults were in an Order meeting, deciding this room would be safest for me. The lack of items to amuse myself and dead silence were making me tired and the lack of sleep from the night previous wasn't helping.

My grandparents had been thrilled when I'd walked downstairs with a determined look on my face. They hadn't questioned my sudden, and unexpected, wake up, of which I was glad; how could I explain that it was the lifeless, sad girl staring at me through the mirror that gave me a reason to not be a miserable lump?

I groaned and rested my head on the back of the chair, letting my curly, red hair fall freely. I was so tempted to poke around, but feared that as soon as I did, someone would come in and catch me.

"You'll be alright, you know." a voice said out of nowhere.

I leapt to my feet, awkwardly pulling my wand from my pocket. I whipped around, half expecting to see Voldemort leering down at me. Instead, I saw the portrait of Albus Dumbledore smiling serenely at me. I blinked and cocked my head to the side.

"Did you just…" I said, not quite able to string the rest of the sentence together.

"Yes, I did. You'll be alright in the end, I'm sure of it."

I swallowed hard and stared hard into his bright blue eyes. "How can you know?"

"Because I knew both your parents when they were your age. Your mother was one of my most brilliant students and your father was rash, but loyal and courageous. If anyone can survive this, you can."

"I'm not so sure. I mean, I'm just one person and how could I defeat Voldemort if the experienced wizards and witches in my family couldn't?"

"I believe that you will find a way. I lived in both the First and Second war and I killed the man I loved dearly, Grindewald. Over the years, I lost more loved ones than I care to think about." He gave me a sad smile, his eyes loosing their twinkle for a moment. "My point is, that even when all is lost, there is still a light in the dark, points of reason. Tell me, Miss Weasley, what will you fight for?"

I stiffened, breathing in from my nose. "I want to avenge my family's murder."

Dumbledore had a slightly disappointed look on his face. "Revenge will harden your heart and isolate you from the ones around you. Try again."

I closed my eyes and sighed. Why did the former Headmaster have to question my actions now, when I was trying to stay strong? The pain in my chest was something I wouldn't wish on anyone, except for Voldemort.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I smiled. Was this the point of reason Dumbledore was talking about? "I want to protect the wizarding world so what has happened to me won't happen to anyone else."

The silver-haired man's face split in a smile. "Now that sounds much better." He glanced behind me, a knowing look in his eyes. "Now why don't you sit down in get comfortable before Minerva comes in."

I nodded, a small smile on my lips. I resume my former position just as the Headmistress came in, striding behind her desk. She sat down with a grace I could never achieve and made eye contact with me.

"Before your grandmother comes in, I would like to ask you a couple questions." When I nodded my consent, she continued. "First, your family has been found they all are dead." She paused, giving me a sympathetic look. "And second, I need to inquire on your emotional stability."

I took a deep breath and sighed. I forced myself to hold my eyes to hers and lifted the right corner of my lip in a half smile. "It hurts more than I can ever express in words. I don't know whether to cry or scream and sometimes I want to do both. But, I know I don't want to be invalid because I'm too busy crying and beating myself up. Everyone is trying to convince me that nothing is my fault and I'm trying to believe tham, but I can't help but fell guilty.

"Even though all this is tearing me apart, I know what I want to fight for. I want to protect everyone I care about from Voldemort, no matter what; I know what my reason is for living, so I'll be okay."

McGonagall seemed surprised and I noticed she glanced at the portraits on the wall. I imagined there was one old man smiling innocently. "Well then, come on in, Molly!"

My gram came in, flicking her wand and conjuring a chair for herself. She sat beside me and grabbed my hand, which made my face flame up in a blush. She glanced between me and the Headmistress.

"Now, Miss Weasley, your grandmother wishes I wouldn't tell you this, but last night while visiting Sybil Trelawny, she told me what I believe to be a prophecy."

I raised my eyebrows, wondering what the so-called prophecy had to do with me. My gram tightened her grip on my hand, painfully, and I resisted wincing.

"The Dark Lord shall return

And dispose of his greatest foe

The key will lie in the past

And only the one with hair of fire

And the spirit of wind

Shall be able to set the world right." McGonagall repeated. "Now, we can understand the first part, and we presume that the 'one with the hair of fire' is someone from the Weasley clan, but who? And there is also the question of what the 'spirit of wind' means."

I paled and unconsciously slumped in my chair. My gram looked at me strangely, raising her eyebrows. "Do you know what the 'spirit of wind' means, Rose?"

I bit my lip and inhaled deeply. "Well you see…I, uh, I'm." I sat up and closed my eyes, tensing my entire body. "I'm an illegal animagus!" I blurted.

"You what?!" my gram shouted. I cringed, leaning away from her in my chair.

"Hold on, Molly. So what does you being an animagus had to do the line in the prophecy?" McGonagall asked.

"Well I can assume the shape of a bobcat, which in Native American culture, is the spirit of wind." I said, softly.

The Headmistress sat back in her chair, her fingers lacing together in front of her stomach. "Then we know who the prophecy is about."

My gram stood up, our connected hands jerking me forward. "No! Rose has just lost her entire family in one blow and she's barely had a day to come to terms with it! She will not be participating in this prophecy business!"

I scowled and jerked my hand free, standing to stare my grandmother in the eye. "I'm not porcelain! If going along with this whole thing means I can potentially save my family and everyone else, then I'm game."

"No granddaughter of mine will ever me a martyr!"

"Gram, I'm not a martyr! I want to protect everyone from Voldemort." I spat. I could feel the tips of my ears burning in anger and was sure my face was redder than my hair. "I'm not afraid to die and I'll do anything to bring everyone back, or stop them from dying the first place."

"The two of you should sit down and calm yourselves immediately!" McGonagall demanded. I sat down and crossed my arms, trying hard to not explode. "Now, Molly, no matter how hard you try, if the prophecy is about Rose, then it will happen. Also, if we plan everything right, she will be in little to no danger what-so-ever in the past."

"I remember the Second War as well as you do and it was by no means 'safe.'"

"I believe that all she really needs to do is go back and tell Harry about the eighth Horcrux and she should be able to return. That doesn't sound too dangerous, does it?" My gram reluctantly shook her head. "Now, Miss Weasley, will you really be able to handle a mission like this?"

I took a deep breath, a smirk on my face. "I tell young Uncle Harry about the Horcrux, maybe kick some ass along the way, come home and everything will be great. Sounds like fun."