"Pussy Cat," Roxanne said as clear as she could, struggling with the desperate to get away Lily. The door opened and they dragged Lily up the stairs, surprised to see Rose crying with her head on McGonagall's desk.

"Here's Lily," Frank said, obviously uncomfortable. McGonagall peered at him through her glasses and gave a stern look.

"Now, I would like you two to stay here, to give evidence, and, also, I need to speak to you," McGonagall told them in a no – nonsense voice. Roxanne and Frank nodded, and made themselves comfortable on the chairs she had summoned with non-verbal magic, something Roxanne was hoping to learn to be able to do with every single spell. Roxanne's mind wondered as McGonagall had a firm talk with Rose and Lily.

She soon spotted the penesieve, and noticed a shelf called 'The battle of Hogwarts'. There were vials labelled with horrid names such as 'Snape's death' or 'Evacuation from a Hufflepuff point of view'. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw one labelled 'Fred Weasley I's death'. Tears swam through her eyes and she tried to stop them spilling. She felt Frank's hand clasp her tightly.

"Thank you," She mouthed, trying not to interrupt McGonagall. She was feeling down and he was her sunshine, her light, and she had to thank him.

"That's bad," He whispered. Roxanne nodded, tears rolling down her eyes. They glistened in the light, and Roxanne's heart ached. Thoughts about Frank spun through her head.

We're just friends, Roxanne told herself. They were just friends and that was that. But still, Roxanne couldn't help thinking that Frank could be the tiniest bit cute. Now that was an idea she liked. As it spun around her head she felt herself grow with anxiety; what if she wasn't cute enough for him? She shook the idea out of her head and told herself that she was certainly NOT crushing on her brother's second best friend, her fellow head, best friend and possibly the cutest Hufflepuff Frank Longbottom.

But, every so often she couldn't help but take a sideways glance at Frank. She noticed something she'd totally seen past. His freckles seemed to give her character, and that was nearly the only thing of his mother's traits he had. His hair was not black as it was at first glance, but a dark mousy brown that went blacker as it got closer to the scalp. His skin was not just pale, but pale with hints of latte skin near his fingers. His eyes were chocolate brown that echoed the colour of Roxanne's favourite muggle chocolate frogs that her Aunt Hermione would normally give her at Christmas. And, funnily enough, his personality seemed to shine through.

"Roxanne," McGonagall said in an annoyed tone that showed it wasn't the first time she'd said her name. Roxanne looked at her headmistress.

"Yes?" She asked in a hazy voice. McGonagall sighed.

"Your cousins have gone and I would like to talk to you now, if that is okay," She said. Roxanne nodded.

"I have memories of the war, which I would like to show you before talking to you, formally," McGonagall said. Frank and Roxanne nodded and followed McGonagall over to the penesieve. McGonagall took out a vial of memory labelled 'Alice and Frank'. Roxanne could practically feel Frank's heart beat faster. She tipped the memory in quickly, before instructing them on what to do to get in there and to get out of there.

"You kind of dive in, and when the memory is over we will be automatically transported back to my office," She said strictly. The duo both nodded. One by one they entered the penesieve to see a horrid memory.

"No!" Alice Longbottom I screamed. There was an evil cackle as a lady with crazy curly black hair and sickeningly pale skin pressed on with her 'interview'. Roxanne snuck a sideways glance at Frank and saw tears glistening in his eyes.

"And you, Frank. Do you know where THEY ARE?" The lady barked out the last two words. The man, obviously Frank Longbottom I, screamed as she hit him with the Cruciatus curse. His wife let out a blood curdling scream. McGonagall sensed that Frank was clearly not okay with seeing this and pulled them out of the penesieve. Frank was very shaken.

"I'm sorry for that disturbance, Frank, but I think it shall be important soon enough," McGonagall said. Frank nodded, unable to speak.

"Next," She said with a sigh, and Roxanne felt lightning struck as she saw McGonagall remove the vial labelled 'Fred Weasley I's death'. She was soon pulled into the penesieve, and what she saw was very confusing. She saw her brother and a younger version of her Uncle Percy duelling two other men.

"Did I mention I'm resigning?" asked her Uncle Percy to the man he was duelling. Roxanne was shell shocked, as her Uncle Percy never joked. But, on the other hand, he heard her Uncle Harry say that 'He hasn't joked since Fred died,'. She saw her brother turn towards Uncle Percy.

"Perce!" He cried. Roxanne was shocked again, as her brother didn't dare call Uncle Percy 'Perce'. "You joked! You haven't joked since –"An explosion boomed and that was when Roxanne realised that wasn't her brother as she'd first thought it was. It was her Uncle Fred, her father's other half. He looked eerily similar to her brother and father, in the way Hugo resembled Uncle Ron or Lily resembled Aunt Ginny. Tears streaked down her eyes as she realised she'd just witnessed her Uncle Fred's death, the one that died six years before she was born. It was amazing, yet heart breaking at the same time. She was glad when the pulled out of the memory.

"He was crushed to death," whispered Roxanne in a squeaky voice that was unlike her. She rested her head on Frank's shoulder and began to cry.

"Why'd you show us that?" He demaned, stroking his hand through Roxanne's hair. McGonagall looked alarmed.

"I- I- I'll explain!" She cried. Roxanne and Frank narrowed their eyebrows, awaiting an explanation.

"I have a feeling some force of evil is arising," She said shakily, "I need you to be on guard at all times. I needed to show you how bad it was last time and what could happen. I chose moments that were close to you," She explained, choking on her words.