Chatper Three: Note

gleek2: Hey! Me again!

Rachelle: Why am I so rude? YOU HAD TO MAKE ME RUDE!

gleek2: Oh shut it! You'll be nice soon, don't worry!

Neville: I hope so! She's kind of creepy...*is hit by Rachelle* OW!

Rachelle: *cackling evilly*

gleek2: *rolling her eyes* I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did. I also am not wanting to make money off of this, it's a non profit story of pure fanfiction! All I own is Rachelle and her family that are not Harry Potter Characters.

Rachelle: *being dragged off by Neville* YOU DON'T OWN ME! I OWN MY-

Voldemort: AVADA-

All: OH SHUT UP! NO ONE CARES!

Rachelle waited until Ginny left to take out the hidden note given to her eariler today. She recognized the hand writing well, and tore open the fragile paper. Unfolding the note, Rachelle's eyes widened.

My dearest girl,

By the time you are reading this, I am already dead, and Snape has taken over the school. I gave this to Pomfrey because I know you, and you'd been in the hospital wing within a few months of your seventh year. I must tell you that I died for a reason.

It was to protect you and Harry.

Knowing the secrets of you and your family was something hard for me to handle, but I did. Your father was a good friend of mine, and another friend is coming once this letter is open. Yes, it had a charm, but for a good reason.

A war is coming, dear one, and I must try to protect you even in my passing. But I have one wish for you. Protect Neville Longbottom, push him to his limits. Make him a stronger wizard, make him stand up for himself. He will be a turn in the war, dear one, and he will help the win.

Be safe in these hard times, young one.

Sincerly,

Dumbledore.

P.S.~ Practice your spells, your Patronus needs work.

She rolled her eyes, cackling at the old wizard's humor. He was, indeed, like a father to her once her's died. And even when her's was in Azkaban, he was still like a father to her. Guessing it was time to sleep, Rachelle hid the note in her trunk and tucked herself in, drifting into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Christmas Time: Three months later

Rachelle glared at everyone as they passed in front of her, deatheaters patroling the train. She, Neville, and Ginny were in a cabin together, not allowing anyone access besides them. Luna had headed home earlier to visit her dad. Deatheaters patroled the train, seeing if Harry Potter had hidden himself, just like the ride from platform 9 3/4's.

"Hey geniuses," said Rachelle, talking to the deatheaters, "he's not here! Didn't we already establish that?"

The deatheater growled at her and walked away, a glare evident through his mask.

Shaking her head, Ginny sighed. "This is getting worse every day." she said, just as Rachelle closed the cabin door. "When we get to my home, Rachelle, you must tell mum everything, including the part with the note."

Rachelle looked over at Ginny. "You saw that?"

Ginny nodded. "I read it too. I cannot believe Dumbledore wrote to you!" Ginny screamed this, causing the other two to 'shoosh' her. "That's incredible."

Rachelle nodded. "He...was like a father. You have no idea how sad I was when he died."

Neville sighed at the thought of it. "We all were, and knew it was the end. I still have hope, some anyways."

Rahcelle rubbed his shoulder. "You must always have faith, Neville, even in the darkest of times. Dumbledore did many things for many hidden reasons, and some reasons were known to the world. But it is not when he did it and how he did it, but who he did it for." Her voice was strong and proud.

Neville cracked a smile. "You know, you always have the best things to say. The best speeches. Why...is that exactly?"

She shrugged. "Who knows?"

Weasley Household...

"Oh Ginny dear! Take Rachelle's things up to your room! We must figure out how to get everything in order with Ron being back." said Molly Weasley, coralling the two girls inside the Burrow.

Ginny froze in mid step. "Ron's back? Does he have news of Harry?"

A groan came from up the stairs, a familiar groan. "Harry's fine, Gin. He's completely unharmed...so far." His steps came closer to them as Rachelle leaned up against the solid walls.

"So far? So far! How can you just say that? Why are you even here? You should be out fighting with them Ron! FIGHTING!" Ginny huffed, hands crossing in front of her chest. "I'm going to my room. Rach, you can drag you things up here when you're ready."

Rachelle nodded, still leaning up against the walls of the house. Ron turned his head her way, a smile of pure joy crossing his lips.

"RACHEY!" he screamed, running up and hugging her. "I've missed my little sister!"

She laughed, hugging him back. "And I've missed my pumpkin! Seriously...Ron, what does your mother feed you Weasley boys? Is it some miracle growth formula?"

He blushed. "No...I am just...naturally tall."

She laughed harder, pulling away and looking at him. "Okay...sure...naturally tall. But seriously, Ron, what are you doing here? It's not safe for you to be like this, all alone. You need to be with Harry and Hermione...hunting horcruxes I believe?"

Ron gaped at her. "How'd you know that?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Hello? Living with my mum for a while, Voldecrap just had to be there." She sighed and shook her head. "Once Christmas is over, you need to go back to them."

He nodded, more like hyperventilated. "Okay! Yeah, sure! I'll do that!"

As he ran off, Rachelle shook her head and picked up her trunk. "Always on the move."