"Well, that's all set then," Molly Weasley clapped her hands together after the rounds of food and feasting had begun to settle. "If you're all done, you can all go to your rooms." Molly looked directly at the younger ones gathered at the table.

"Rose will you stay in my room with Hermione?" Ginny asked her from across the table.

"Of course," Rose reassured her. She squeezed George's hand and then alongside Ginny she went upstairs to the bedroom.

"So," Rose began straight away, "How are things with you and Dean?"

Much to Rose's surprise Ginny looked down at the floor with a somewhat disappointed look on her face.

"Honestly, we've been fighting kind of a lot," She said while looking at her intertwined hands "I'm sure it's not a good thing, but it's like, I don't know-"

"Are you happy with Dean?" Rose asked out of genuine curiosity and concern.

Ginny glanced away as if embarrassed to tell the truth.

"You don't have to answer me now," Rose quickly added, "But it's something you should really consider. Think about how you feel around Dean. Are you excited to see him, or does a part of you dread it? Love should bring more happiness into your life not more pain, after all."

A sad expression seemed to cross Ginny's face as if she were contemplating a serious question.

"Well," She suddenly said, "How'd you keep things from getting boring?"

Rose raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms as she thought of an answer. "Well, sometimes things do get boring, that's why you have to figure out new things to do together. You have to push each other to try new things, and to live independently so you don't get sick of each other. It's not easy, but that's why personality is important. Maybe you and Dean just don't have similar personalities?" Rose meant to leave her comment off as a rhetorical thought but was somewhat taken aback when Ginny answered abruptly:

"Yeah, you're right, maybe Dean's just boring." And continued to make her bed.

"That's not quite what I meant…" Rose let her voice trail off as she folded her laundry.

"Anyways," Ginny quickly change the subject, "We should go to bed soon, we have to be up early tomorrow morning."

And with that the fire lamps had gone out and both Ginny and Rose began to drift off into a short but deep sleep.

Rose had woken up to the annoying sound of Crookshanks chewing on a piece of torn up paper- Hermione had evidently arrived later in the night.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione squeaked and picked up her cat to keep it away from Rose.

"Come on! Get up!" The sound of knuckles rattling against the door ensued from Molly Weasley who was exasperatedly trying to arrange all her children in order to get to the Quidditch World Cup on time.

Rose, Ginny, and Hermione rushed to gather themselves and their belongings. They were instructed by Arthur Weasley to leave their luggage by the door, and were told that it would all be transported by magic as soon as they arrived to the base camp via portkey.

Rose made her way next to Harry and she was followed along by Fred and George while they walked into the nearby forest.

"Any ideas what to expect?" Harry asked Rose.

Rose gave Harry a sly smirk, "Do I ever know what to expect?"

Harry shook his head as if indicating that he saw Rose's point.

As they were walking towards the forest, Rose suddenly heard a rustle in the trees from up above her. Rose smiled when none other than Cedric Diggory himself dropped from the trees. She could feel Hermione and Ginny staring at him longingly from behind her.

"Hey, Rose," Cedric greeted her warmly with a big hug, and shook George's hand after greeting George.

Rose had always been surprised that George and Cedric hadn't been better friends, they'd always been in the same year. Then again, people were pretty insular when it came to their houses. Rose was lucky that she had a connection to George through Harry- otherwise, she'd be pretty positive that her friends would be fellow Hufflepuffs. And it wasn't like her and Cedric were best friends, they just had a respect for each other and liking for their personalities. In fact it was an oddity really that George had even made such an effort to socialize with her friend group at all considering that none of her friends were on the Quidditch team and none of them were Gryffindors. Hogwarts could be insular like that at times- it was something about Hogwarts Rose had never been particularly fond of. He had come to know Bellamy and Bridget fairly well- and made it clear he liked Bridget more than Bellamy- which Rose could understand well enough though loved both girls dearly as they had gotten her through a lot.

"How's your summer been?" Cedric asked casually, for a moment snapping Rose out of her swarm of thoughts.

"Good, busy," Rose replied thinking of the mounds of homework she had been trying to catch up on to no avail "It'll be interesting to see the batch of First Years as always."

Cedric grinned "What about you George, what've you been up to?"

"Not much," George replied.

"He's being modest," Rose insisted, "Him and Fred have been scheming up a plan for a Joke Shop, that's brilliant might I add…"

"Now, now Rose we aren't getting ahead of ourselves it's just some drafting and planning is all," Fred interjected.

Rose shook her head in dismay of their bashfulness. "One day a Joke Shop will exist, mark my words." Rose insisted.

Finally, the group had gathered around a portkey of a boot as instructed by Amos Diggory and Arthur Weasley.

"Now, it's important when I say '3' we all have to touch the boot at once, understood- Harry did you hear me?" Arthur asked in a distressed town.

Harry stopped talking to Ron and quickly nodded his head.

"Right," Amos said, "1, 2, and-"

George took hold of Rose's hand whilst she had been busy looking off into the distance.

There's was a flash of light, and before Rose knew what was happening they were spinning around in Space- until they finally landed on a plot of grass. Rather ungracefully, Cedric, Rose, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all landed with a sharp thud and sprawled on the ground. Ron looked like he was going to be sick.

"Yup," Amos Diggory grunted while patting Ron on the back, "If you need a moment let it out- everyone's first time on a portkey is a bit rough."

Rose and Harry stared in awe at the scene in front of them. They could see an enormous Quidditch Stadium sprawled out, and rows after rows of tents filled with Wizards camping inside of them.

"What's going on through your mind?" George whispered into Rose's ear.

"Wizards are so cool," Rose murmured back into George's ear. He smiled as he leaned his face against her head and gave her a small kiss.

Together they walked towards the stadium. Rose let herself fall slightly behind George so she could stay near Harry.

Once they had gotten to the stadium, both Rose and Harry had come to an abrupt stop. Having not paid attention to where they were going, they realized they had run into someone.

"Oh, err, sorry-" Harry began to apologize while Rose patted her head to calm down the throbbing pain on her head.

They both stopped short though, once they glimpsed the familiar strand of long blond hair. Platinum. Shining. Slick.

Malfoy hair.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Draco sneered gleefully as he emerged from around the bend.

Rose rolled her eyes at the obvious racial slur Draco openly used "cat," referring clearly to Rose had the underlying connotations of Rose's Muggle status within the Wizarding community.

George quickly came to stand by Rose.

"Honestly, Draco," Cedric stepped in next to Harry "Don't you have anything better to do?"

Lucius smirked as Cedric tried to stand up for Rose.

"Lookie here, Draco, two Hufflepuffs bringing in justice to the world…" Lucius's voice trailed off as he gave Rose a once over making it clear he was not accepting of her presence here.

Draco let out a small cackle at his father's words. "A half Hufflpuff tries to bring justice in at that."

Lucius raised his hand again. "Don't interrupt me."

Draco's face turned serious at once.

"That's alright," Lucius murmured as he stroked his walking cane, "Let's leave these weak, and confused-in-the-head folks alone, Draco. It's best not to associate."

Lucius stopped and glared at Arthur Weasley before he left.

Arthur Weasley smirked at him.

"Let's go, set up the tent everyone." Arthur said in an attempt to diffuse the newly risen tension.

The tent was magical. The outside appeared to be a regular, even a daresay, Muggle-like tent. Gray with green trimmings, it was a very unassuming tent. The inside however, was astounding. Harry and Rose watched in awe as objects moved around on their own and at the sheer amount of space inside the tent. Though the outside made it seem like a small tent, there were actually four rather spacious rooms in the tent.

One spacious room was the living room area. There were two beds set up, one where George was laying down and casually reading a book.

Ginny was lying on the other bed casually petting Crookshanks.

"I can't believe this," Harry murmured to himself and Rose nodded in agreement.

"Eh, glad to be back guys?" Cedric asked them as he walked by.

Suddenly, Fred walked into the living home holding up what seemed to be a somewhat old dial phone.

"Hey, Rose any idea on how to work this er mechanism?" Fred paused and the let the phone hang from the wire for a second "I do believe it's Muggle…"

"Seriously, Fred?" Rose rolled her eyes.

At that moment there was loud commotion coming from outside the tent.

"Well, that's the Irish getting their pride on," George smirked. At that moment, Arthur Weasley came rushing in.

"Everyone, get ready we've got to go," Arthur's concerned expression and demeanor was off-putting to Rose she sensed something dangerous was happening- something out of the ordinary.

Ginny quickly got off the bed and came to stand by Rose and Harry.

Rose felt George take her hand but she tried to stand closer to Harry. She wasn't going to let anything happen to Harry on account of her last breath.

"Fred, Ginny is your responsibility!" Arthur Weasley shouted as more chaos continued to ensue outside the tent. People were running around in panic. Rose felt her stomach turn- a similar turn to the one she had felt when her parents died.

Rose felt George's hand tighten around her waist. She twisted in panic and in an attempt to get out of his grip- she had lost sight of Harry. George was pushing her outside of the tent.

"Wait, wait," Rose breathed quickly feeling that same unshakeable feeling rise up inside her- that same feeling that felt like it was choking her, making it nearly impossible to breath.

George took her face between her hands and they stood near the tent as the swarms of people ran past her.

"I can't see Harry, I can't find him, George-" Helpless. She was feeling helpless.

"Rose, I have to keep you safe. Harry will be alright." George said trying to reassure her but she knew he was getting agitated and wanted to keep going.

"You don't know that," Rose said starting to feel tears of panic brim in her eyes.

"Stay with me, Rose." George whispered near her ear. Her feet felt firmly planted in the ground. She couldn't move, not without Harry.

And yet, in that instant, she felt her feet begin to glide again. George had started running in the same direction that Fred had run off to. George had such a firm grip on Rose's hand that it almost made her fist sore.

Together, they kept running not looking back and tried purposely to get lost amidst the madness.

Getting lost amidst the crowd would prove to come to no use, however, Rose had already felt the chill. She felt the chill she could never forget.

The chill was from the floating figure in a gray cloak. Everyone around her started screaming madly and running away from the cloaked figure.

Rose could feel George take her hand but she couldn't see him- the cloak figure was engulfing her: consuming her. She closed her eyes, and suddenly everything went black.