A/N- Tasks, and well people celebrate for Rose she creeps around looking for clues

-Rose POV-

I saw them on my final night. I knew they'd been here and for I was sure of.

The first task.

"I have a plan." I said walking by them.

I did.

Dragons were not a topic that was new to me. It was actualy very engrossing, and one that I found myself enjoying. I liked it alot as a kid and was now remebering why.

So my siblings, Granger, Wealsy and Luna where here.

"What's your plan?"

"Beeswax." I snapped.

Beeswax what it means is none of your bussiness.

Luna knew this.

"No." She gripped my shoulders tightly. Her nails digging on to her shoulder. "Tell us."

Us.

Pular.

Her, her siblings, and there friends. ( It was only Harry's but still.)

"Bees." I pushed her away. Her hands falling from my shoulders."Waxs."

I turned and tried to leave.

Tom was there.

If glares could kill I wouldn't be there WITH him glaring at me right now.

"Decied that if you can't choke me to death, you'd glare me to death." He wilted back lightly at that.

Guilt.

He was guilty. So was I guess but what Tom showed I hide. Shoved away never show them you care.

I scoffed. It wasn't forced, my acting had become well easy.

I knew this person wasn't who I was, but still.

Did I really know?

I hadn't let myself be myself for well ever.

It was all control the darkside, know everything about your family, control from the brack-drop.

I liked dragons, books, history, magic, muggle devices sayings and music, and well yeah.

Huh.

Most people could list more then that. But. I. Am. Not. Most. People.

Maybe one day I could, do soul-searching or whatever.

But not now.

I walked past the rest, face cold.

I had no more say, and no one else had anything to say to me.

-Luna POV-

We shouldn't have been surprised not really.

This was just how Rose was.

Bitter, yet snapping and unwilling accept help. I don't doubt she'll have a plan. And a good one at that but still.

I wish she'd tell us. I wish she'd tell me. We are friends after all... Right?

I walked to a bathroom a took a shower before heading up to bed. My hair, was wet. Dripping on the ground. I walked along, my feet tapping along the ground.

When I entered the common room, I glanced around hoping to find a seat where I could do my charms homework. There were none.

I heard whispers as I sat down, on the ground, by the book-case.

Loony Lovegood.

I glared at down at the pages. How could Rose deal with this. I saw her sitting alone. As usual. She was reading a muggle book.

I stood up, and walked over.

"You were rude earlier.' She looked up her cold eyes, meeting mine. I thought for just one moment she changed. She had lush black hair, that natural curled, and cold brown, and green eyes. But it was just my imagine just like the first hundred times it'd happened. She had red messy hair, and cold green eyes. "Your point." She said it like a stanment not a question. She was angry, her fingers had torn at the paper bottom. "The papers torn." Your angry went unsaid but both of us knew it.

I held Rose's gaze despite my nerves.

A light chuckle.

"Muggles are silly," She said a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She was deflecting. It was clear what she wanted.

Leave now Luna went unspoken but we both knew what she wanted.

I turned and walked away, my mind wandering to the next day.

What would Rose do?

-James POV-

The day of first task. Rose's first task.

She was sitting eating. She was wearing a simple purple dress, with a gold chain necklaces, and black netted gloves, her hair pulled back into a bun, using a black bow.

People were staring gob smacked but I was use to this from my girl.

She saw it as a sign of power and fearlessness. And in a way it was. I was not Lily.

I knew Rose would pass each task, probably even win. But still Lily would worry. And I would worry for her and Rose. I think. Rose reminds her of Petunia. I wished, I could ask Snape but... I glance at him across the table. Our eyes locked and he glared at me.

I needed to know, more about her and Petunia but.. still...I'll have no luck most likely. Today- Today I should focus on, Rose and her task. I hope she can do it.

My eyes filter through the crown. All my children, look worried and dishearten- other then Rose. She seemed annoyed and- well that was probally everyone around her. Lily's eyes were also trained on her. I looked at her,to see worried echted on her face. With motherhood it had become a common face for her.

She looked up at me. "Jame's do you think she'll be okay?" "Yes, Lily." I nodded. Rose was a powerful witch and an avid reasearcher. She I had no doubt would pass with nothing but the best score.

I wished -and it was wrong of me. She wasn't so powerful me or her mother for help. But at school all the spots were taken by her. She was the top of her clases. Top of Ravenclaw.

Rose never seemed stressed holding the mattle, it was tough act to follow by anyone.

I was proud of her for it but still... Rose has also independate ever since that day. When Harry almost died.

-Time skip-

-Harry POV-

We're waiting in the tent, Rose got changed, but still wore black-netted gloves and her bun was now gone, replaced with two braids, held with black bows.

A reporter - Rita Skeeter from the daily phopect. Her eyes were trained on Rose, who to everyone's disbelief was doing her charms homework.

"Quit staring.' Was all she said.

Rose didn't care. That was just who she was.

They got there eggs out from a hat. Rose got the huckel-horntail.