Three in the morning and Belinda slithered out of bed. She checked the time before walking down the hall. The few people she met didn't blink. Belinda had nights when she couldn't sleep, and her nightly walks were usual. She walked over to the vault, pressed her palm against it and it opened. Mich, who had created it, had clearly been inspired by gringots, but Belinda didn't have time to think about that. She walked over to one of the sides, the center of the magical alarms, and with a wick of her wand the alarm turned off. Then she left, knowing no one would notice before it was too late. She walked over to the room Rose had pointed to her.

"Petrificus totalus."

The two men fell to the floor. Unable to move or scream. Then Belinda turned and ran down the hall and opened the door where Albus was being kept. The two guards looked up, before she enchanted them. But not until one of them had called for back-up. Belinda ran and bent down next to Albus.

"Why did James send you?"

Albus looked at her through a swollen lid. He was in pretty bad shape.

"He didn't. He doesn't know."

"Are you insane?"

"Why?"

Belinda helped Albus to his feet.

"Why what?"

"Why did you say yes to do this?"

She looked down on the floor and started to help him toward the door.

"I told James, that day we found out Scorpius was still alive, that if you rejected me I would do it."

The door opened and Mich with a confused, distraught Scorpius behind him suddenly flooded the room with light. Belinda grabbed the portkey and placed it in Albus's hands.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted."

He vanished as a stream of light hit Belinda from Scorpius's wand. She screamed, her skin feeling like it was being ripped apart from the inside. She fell to her knees as a new wave hit her. She looked up at Scorpius and realised that hell might hath no fury as a woman scorned, but men weren't that far behind.

--

Belinda looked out the window and down on the road far, far below. She turned and smiled to the group of people that had gathered in her room. She pointed out the window.

"A blue car."

Rose started to cry. Belinda, no, Belinda was dead. The girl standing there smiling because she had seen a blue car wasn't her best friend. She looked from Albus standing by the door looking down at the floor and James standing on the oposite side of the room staring at a table. She didn't know who she hated most.

"I hate you, both of you. How could you do this to her? After all that crap you two have already put her through this is by far the most despicable, evil..."

Belinda took a step back, like she was startled and this made Rose scream even higher. Not words, more a vent for all the feelings that had built up since she heard what had happened to her.

"Rose, calm down."

She looked up at Ron, before turning and running out of the room, out of the hospital and down the road. She ran until she couldn't run anymore and there on the middle of a bridge she fell to her knees, bending over, pressing her arms against her stomach. They had taken down Scorpius, for good this time, and stopped a movement that said that mugles and people like her mother couldn't be witches and wizards. But Rose didn't feel like a winner. She felt like one of the people she had worked so hard to fight against. She barley looked up as Ron sat down next to her.

"How did you find me?"

He gave her a small smile as he put the deluminator in his pocket and sat down beside her.

"I'm your father, I will always find you."

He leaned against the railing, and as Rose started to cry against his chest he rested his hand on the top of her head. He had always done it, for as long as Rose could remember, and since he was the only person she knew did it, it was something that reminded her of her childhood and her father. Just doing that had a calming affect on her. But it didn't stop the crying.

"I hate them. I hate them."

"Boys in love do stupid things Rose. Like turning her in to a spy, or going to the other side, risking everything, to get some answers."

"I still hate them. They killed her."

"She's not dead Rose."

Rose sat up forcing him to take back his hand. Not caring that people were looking at them.

"I don't care. That... shell... is not Belinda. That is not my best friend."

She started to cry again.

--

"I..."

"You..."

"Boys."

Harry's voice wasn't loud like Rose's had been, but both boys shut up at once. Hermione walked toward Neville, who hadn't said a word to any of them and just looking at Belinda, who was now sitting on her bed and crying like a child. She reached out her hand.

"Don't Hermione. Just, don't."

Hermione turned to Ginny and Harry with tears in her eyes.

"We should go."

They both nodded. Ginny grabbed Albus's arm and led him out with Hermione behind them. Harry waited until James was next to him before leaving and closing the door behind them. Leaving only Neville and Belinda in the room. Lexnog was at Neville's and watching the children, and Lilly and Hugo were waiting at Potter's awaiting news. Neville looked at Belinda, sighed, and sat down next to her. She pulled away, afraid.

"I won't hurt you."

He held up his hands, and Belinda crept a little closer. Then some more. She tilted her head and looked at him with her huge dark eyes. Then she smiled and crept next to him. Her eyes fell on the necklace, and she gently touched it. Holding it in her hand and her eyes grew with curiosity.

"Trash in glass."

She smiled and laughed.

"Trash in glass."

She placed her finger on it and started to write one latter after the other, forming the sound with her mouth.

"A L W A Y S."

Then she dropped it and held her head with both hands.

"Aouie."

"I'll get you something."

Neville got the nurse and said his goodbyes. He left and walked around, not really caring. And when he was done he went home. He opened the door and saw Harry and James sitting on the couch.

"Where's Lexnog?"

Harry got up as Neville enetered.

"He left when we came. He didn't look happy."

"Belinda was his world. Look I'm really not in the mood."

Neville walked across the room and into the kitchen, but re-entered.

"Whats the use of being wizards when we can't help the people we care about? I mean I can grow plants that scream and bite and sing opera, but I can't help my daughter when she needs me. What use is magic when I can't help her and she's just this kid talking about trash in glass?"

James suddenly got to his feet.

"What did you say?"

"James."

"Trash in glass. She looked at the necklace and said trash in glass."

James's eyes grew.

"That's what I called it. When she gave it to you, her first Christmas. I said.. I... I... I don't remember exactly what I said, I was an asshole and I called it trash in glass. Don't you guys remember?"

Harry and Neville looked at one another.

"Some times people who lose their mind have reminiscences, but that doesn't mean..."

"No. No, she's there. I know she is."

James looked desperately at the two men, hoping for just an ounce of confirmation. Of hope. He found none, turned his back on them and left the house.

--

"You don't have to do this you know."

Hermione looked from Hugo to Lilly.

"We want to mom."

"Belinda was, is, our friend too."

"But you must remember that Belinda isn't herself anymore. She might do or say things that she normally wouldn't say or do."

Hugo and Lilly nodded again. Then Hermione opened the door. Belinda smiled when they came in, but quickly looked down at the piece of paper and crayon she was playing with. She was drawing weird shapes and formes.

"What are you drawing?"

Hugo sat down next to her and talked in a soft voice. Lilly stood a few feet away, still not sure how to deal.

"Can I draw something?"

Belinda nodded and gave them to him. Hugo drew a quick sketch of Belinda and showed it to her. She smilled and pointed.

"Me."

"Yeah, that's you."

The girl laughed like a kid.

"You want us to hang it up?"

Belinda looked up at Lilly with total trust and innocence that only comes with ignorance. Lilly whispered the right spell and the picture flew up to the wall. Belinda clapped her hands in excitement. While the three young people talked, Hermione looked over the pictures that Belinda had drawn. It took her a while to realise that it was the movement of the wand to certain spells. She smiled sadly to herself.

--

Neville was a bit taken back when he walked into her room. Belinda was sitting in the middel of a pile of paper drawing something, then getting angry, crumbling the paper up and throwing it on a pile.

"Belinda?"

She didn't even stir. He walked over and sat down next to her.

"What are you doing Belinda?"

She had drawn a simple stick figure with red and under she had written NE, then crossed it over and written PRO. Again she had crossed it over. A pained look on her face.

"Who is that Belinda?"

She looked up at him.

"Dad."

He didn't know if she was referring to the picture or him, but in that moment he could swear he saw Belinda in those eyes.

"Belinda?"

Then her eyes turned blank and she got to her feet.

"I like ice cream."

Neville didn't know what to think or believe. He knew better than to get false hope, that when people were lost they couldn't come back, and still... He got to his feet.

"I'll go get some."

She smiled and started to sing to herself. He wasn't surprised to hear her song.

--

It was late by the time he got to Hermione and Ron to pick up the children. Lexnog hadn't come back since the night he left, and Neville didn't have anyone else who could look after them. Ron opened the door and showed him in to the living room where Hermione was sitting. She got to her feet and hugged him welcome.

"I'm sorry it was so late."

"It's fine."

Hermione and Ron shared a look.

"Neville, Ron and I have talked and we would like to offer you to become Justine and Maverick's foster parents. I mean since Hugo left we have the room, and it's only if you want. We thought it might be one less thing to worry about."

He sank down in one of the chairs and suddenly felt like a really old man. He felt horrible that he was even considering it, when Belinda had managed and his grandmother had taken him in after his parents got sick, but he was tempted. He didn't know how to take care of two toddlers, and he was tired. He had taken some time off work, but he didn't know how long he could go.

"We could try it."

Hermione and Ron nodded, before Neville started to cry for the first time since Belinda got sick.