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Rosaline's POV

"Dumbledore?" I asked, shocked.

I couldn't believe it. Dumbledore was standing right in front of me. How is this even possible? Am I dreaming?

"Yes, Rosaline," he smiled, "It is me."

"B-but...how..." I stuttered out.

"I assume you'll be with speech quite soon, but right now we must find Aaralyn," he said.

He pulled out his wand, flicked it at the door and it swung open quietly. He gently took my arm and took me out of the room. We rushed down the hall and swiftly turned on the corners. Dumbledore didn't even bother to think on which way to go; it was as if he already knew. But it was Dumbledore we were talking about, so anything's possible.

We came to a door, which Dumbledore didn't hesitate to open. It revealed another set of rooms with a giant hallway in the middle. Dumbledore continued to guide me through the building quietly. Were we ever going to find Aaralyn?

My question was soon answered when I saw a big, burly man stand over an unconscious, beaten body. I gasped silently when I noticed it was Aaralyn. What the hell did he do to her? I didn't know what happened next, but I just remembered charging at him, wrapped my arms tightly around his giant neck. I squeezed with all of my might, but he didn't seem to struggle. But I didn't want to choke him. I was so tempted to do it, but my good side kept telling me to not get carried away. I looked down at Aaralyn again, and the anger boiled in me. I brought my hands to each side of his head and pressed powerfully.

At that moment his muscles started to loosen and he started shaking furiously. He collapsed to the ground, still shaking as I kept my hands on his temples. Several images were flashing in my head; his memories. I then got to the point where I saw him coming in to work at the beginning of this week; that was when I let go. As I did, I felt my legs weaken slightly, but I used all the strength I had to stay up. I then hurried over to Aaralyn's side and gently brought her up, putting one arm around my neck.

Dumbledore casually came over to my side and brought his arm over me and Aaralyn.

"Hold on tight and think of home," he said.

Home? I didn't have a home. But Aaralyn did, and that was at 12 Grimmauld Place, with Sirius. It was almost home to me, but I'd accept it anyway. Suddenly saw a group of people come rushing down the hall, with Carver in the lead. I immediately gripped onto Dumbledore and thought of Grimmauld over and over again in my head. I heard a strange call of a bird fly over us and then we were consumed in flames. But right before all of Division disappeared, I saw a pair of powerfully green eyes staring at me.

We appeared in the small hallway of Sirius's home. Immediately I heard the painting of Sirius's mother scream dreaded things at us as we walked by.

"Shut up, you bloody hag!" Sirius yelled from upstairs.

"Sirius," Dumbledore said, "That is no way to talk to your mother."

We heard the quick steps of Sirius running down the stairs. He was pretty shocked to see Dumbledore here.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said, weakly smiling, "Good day."

"Indeed it was," Dumbeldore said, "Until I happened to stumble on a bit of...trouble."

He nodded towards me, who was still holding the unconscious Aaralyn in my arms. Sirius's eyes widened and hurried quickly to us.

"Rosaline," he said, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said.

He looked down at Aaralyn and gasped. He took her from my arms and held her in his. I sighed in relief and rubbed my aching arms.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I afraid that the worst has happened for them, Sirius," Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts is no longer safe for them now that Professor Umbridge is there."

"What did that toad -" Sirius stopped himself and cleared his throat, "I'm sorry. What did...Umbridge do?"

"She took us to Division," I said, "Then we were separated and questioned and I don't know what that jack-ass...oh, sorry Professor."

"It's quite alright," he said coolly, "Continue."

"Well anyways," I said, "When we looked for Aaralyn we found her beaten up and unconscious with this almost-giant-sized man standing above her."

"That foul git," Sirius hissed, "I'll kill-"

"I believe Rosaline has already taken care of that for you," Dumbledore said, glancing at me.

Sirius then looked at me shocked.

"Rosaline, you didn't..." Sirius's sentence drifted away.

"Oh, no," I said, "I just erase his memory. He'll wake up thinking it's Sunday."

Sirius chuckled and then looked down at his niece that was cradled in his arms.

"I think I'll take her to her room," he said, "Thank you for bringing them."

"It was a slight risk to my hiding," Dumbledore nodded, "So now I must leave."

And in a crack of a whip, he was gone. Sirius carried Aaralyn to her room and laid her gently down on her bed. He looked over her carefully and cautiously. She had a few bruises on her arms, a busted lip and a bruise forming underneath her left eye. Sirius carefully examined almost each limb she had.

"Well nothing's broken," he said thankfully, "She'll definitely need something to heal up those cuts and bruises."

"If I know Aaralyn," I said, "She'll make it through."

"Sirius!" someone called from downstairs.

Sirius went down the stairs quickly and I curiously followed. Sirius was already at the hallway talking to someone.

"Sirius I need to talk to you," a familiar voice said, "Aaralyn and Rosaline are missing. And the foul toad-faced Umbridge is behind it."

I finally reached the bottom step to see Harry with an extremely worried look on his face. He looked past Sirius, towards me, and his jaw dropped.

"Rosaline!" he said, quickly attacking me with a protective hug.

"Whoa, whoa," I said, "Hi."

I gently hugged back and he pulled away, closely examining my face.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, "Did Umbridge do something to you? Where the bloody hell have you been today?"

"Slow your roll there, Sparky," I said, "I'm not hurt, but if you kept hold me this tight I might get a few bruises on my arms."

Harry immediately pulled his arms away.

"What happened?" he asked, "Where's Aaralyn?"

"She's upstairs," I said, "She's pretty beaten up."

"Beaten up?" Harry asked, "What happened?"
"Umbridge turned us in," I said, "To Division."

"How'd that gargoyle know about Division?" Harry asked.

"Beats me," I shrugged, "But all I know is that we were there. They separated me and Aaralyn so I don't know what exactly happened to her. I'm assuming it was the giant-like man that was near her when we found her. I mean honestly, the man was almost as big as Hagrid."

Harry only gave a light chuckle but then his eyes started to glint with curiosity. So I continued the story. I told him all about Carver and what happened when we were there and when Dumbledore came to take us away.

"Dumbledore was there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "But he left a while ago. He couldn't risk himself being caught."

Harry sighed and hung his head.

"So why are you here?" I asked.

"Well Hermione immediately noticed that you guys were gone," Harry said, "She almost pulled together a search party for you. So we checked everywhere to look for you. Then Michael Corner told us that he saw you and Aaralyn being taken away by Umbridge personally when the D.A. was caught. So we broke into her office, but sadly found nothing. I knew that the Floo Network was under surveillance, but Umbridge's fireplace wasn't. So I came here to tell Sirius. I thought he could help."

"Well you should get back before Umbridge comes back to her office," I warned.

Harry nodded and then said his goodbyes before going back in the fireplace, disappearing in the green flames. I lightly smiled and then suddenly felt light-headed. I hated using too much of my powers; I always became very dizzy.

"I'm going to get some rest," I said.

Sirius nodded and then I went back up the stairs. Once I reached my room, I finally let what was left of strength go and collapsed onto my bed. I closed my eyes and then began to drift off into a dark, dreamless sleep.

Aaralyn's POV

I slowly started to wake up. I expected to see myself back in lab, strapped to the bed, but instead I saw my room. Was I dreaming? I quickly lifted myself up, but then immediately felt an aching pain throughout my body. I slowly brought myself back down, wincing as I hit the mattress. Suddenly the door opened, revealing Rosaline. She looked at me and smiled.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"When did we get here?" I asked.

"Dumbledore took us from Division and brought us here," she said.

"Dumbledore?" I asked, "How did he know where we were?"

"I have no idea," she said, "But Dumbledore knows everything, which is really weird but true."

I lightly laughed and nodded my head in agreement. Rosaline then walked over to the side of the bed and held out her hand.

"Come on," she said.

I took her hand and this time I slowly got up from bed. Once I was on my own two feet, I let go of her hand and walked downstairs. I sat down at the dining room table while Rosaline pulled out two mugs from the kitchen cabinet.

"What do you think happened to the D.A. after we were gone?" I asked curiously.

"Harry told me that they're all serving detention," Rosaline said as she made the tea, "Fudge came by to take Dumbledore to Azkaban but he escaped. So Umbridge is now the headmistress."

"That's terrible," I said, making a disgusted face.

"I know," Rosaline sighed, "But we can't do anything about it. If we go back, Umbridge will find us and most likely kill us."

"So we're basically stuck here," I said.

"Basically," Rosaline nodded, handing me a steaming cup of tea.

I wrap both of my hands around the mug, absorbing the warmth of the hot liquid inside. I took a small sip and then set the cup down on the table.

"I'm going to miss Hogwarts," I sighed.

"Me too," Rosaline agreed.

"I'll mostly miss George," I said, "I'll miss him holding me every day or just hearing his voice."

"You'll see him during the holidays," Rosaline said hopefully.

"Yeah," I said, "But it's not the same."

"Don't even think about it," Rosaline strictly said.

She left me confused for a moment, making me stare at her curiously.

"What?" I asked.

"I know that right now you're thinking about sneaking out and seeing him," Rosaline said, "So don't even think about it."

"Damn," I muttered, "You know me too well."

"You're my best friend," Rosaline shrugged, "I'm supposed to know these things about you."

"Very true," I giggled.

Night soon fell. I knew that Rosaline told me not to, but does she actually think I'll listen to her? I tip-toed my way out of my room, down the hallway, towards the room at the very end. I cautiously turned the knob and slowly opened the door. I saw Buckbeak, the hippogriff, resting in the middle of the room. He raised his head towards me, his orange eyes glowing brightly in the dark. I bowed to him, waiting for him to bow towards me. He lowered his large, bird-head and then I quietly stepped closer to him. I untied the rope around his neck and guided him to the window. I opened it and then stepped out onto the ledge of the house. I tugged Buckbeak out of the window, as quietly as I could. I then slid onto his back and held on tightly. I tapped on his side, like you would for a horse, and he flew off into the sky.

I knew that Buckbeak would fly for Hogwarts, since he would want to see Hagrid. I just held on tightly, keeping a look out for anyone watching. But for extra precaution, I had Buckbeak fly a little closer to the clouds. Soon he lowered himself away from the clouds, revealing the green, rolling hills that led to Hogwarts. The castle was dark, not a single light in a window; so everyone was asleep. Buckbeak swiftly landed by the Black Lake, right by my favorite spot underneath the big tree. I slid off of Buckbeak's back and tied the rope back around his neck and the other end of it on the trunk of the tree.

"Stay hidden," I whispered to him, "I'll be back soon."

I then ran off to the castle. But then I thought; how would I get in?

"Shit," I muttered, "Didn't think about that."

Maybe the door would be open...No, who am I kidding? Umbridge is the headmistress now...God dammit! I wish I could just fly to the Gryffindor Tower, but taking Buckbeak would be too risky. And I can't fly a broom, so that's a no-go...Wait, but I can levitate...Shit! I don't have a broom!

"Great," I said, "How am I supposed to get a broom?"

"Well yeh could ask," a rough, deep voice said behind me.

I jumped back, scared out of my wits, and then turned to see who it was. It was Hagrid. He was standing next to Buckbeak, feeding him a dead ferret.

"Hagrid," I said, "Did you see me fly in?"

"Well if I was at home, I wouldn' of," he said, "But I was in the forest so...yeah I did."

"Okay," I said, "So I'm guessing you have a broom."

"I keep it in me hut," he smiled, "Wait one sec'nd."

He shuffled off to his shabby house near by, and came back moments later with an old broom in his hand.

"It's a bit ol' but it'll do," he shrugged, handing it too me.

"Thanks," I said.

"I bett'r go off then," he said, "Don' get caught."

I nodded and then mounted onto the broom. I then wrapped one hand around the broom, and faced the palm of my other hand towards the ground. Slowly, the broom started to uneasily lift into the air. I then pushed myself forward, and I was flying off to the Gryffindor Tower.

Once I made it there, I counted up to the seventh years' floor. I gently moved the broom next to the window. I then slowly removed my other hand from the broom and brought it to the window; while still trying to balance myself on the broom. I tapped on it rapidly with my fingers and then waited. Nothing happened, so I rapped again against the glass. Right after my third tap, someone jumped up from their bed and angrily rushed to the window.

"For Merlin's sake you stupid owl," Fred growled, "People are slee - Aaralyn?"

"Hey," I said.

"What...what..how..." was all he managed to say.

"I have no time to explain right now," I said, "Could you get George?"

"Yeah," he said, still trying to react to the fact that I was at their window.

He disappeared from the window to wake up his brother. I could hear George groan and hiss as he woke up.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" he asked, "It's the middle of the night!"

"You'll never believe who's at our window," Fred whispered, "Aaralyn."

"I don't care if it's - wait, Aaralyn?" George said.

"Yeah," Fred said, "Go look."

I then heard the quiet shuffling of feet come closer to the window. Soon George popped his head out, wide-eyed and with adorable bed-head.

"Hey," I said.

"What are you doing?" he asked, "How did you get here? How did you even manage to get on a broom?"

"I already said I don't have time for details," I said, "I just wanted to see you."

George chuckled and ran a hand through his red hair.

"You're bloody crazy," he said.

"Yeah I know," I giggled.

"I'm glad you came," he smiled, "Because I wanted to tell you something. And also ask you something."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Fred and I are leaving Hogwarts," he said.

"What?" I gasped, "Did you get expelled?"

"No," he said, "We're just...leaving."

"But why?" I asked, "Where will you go?"

"We bought a shop in Diagon Alley," he said, "It's going to be our joke shop. We've been planning it for almost two years now. And since Umbridge is now taking over Hogwarts, we don't see the point in finishing. We already have several products out and we always come up with new, crazy ideas. We don't need N.E.W.T.s for those. And there's a flat right above it so we already have a place to stay."

"That sounds great," I said, "And if you want to do it, then do it. So what did you want to ask me?"

"Would you like to come with me?" he asked.

My eyes widened into the size of saucers. I was completely taken back that I didn't know what to say. I almost lost control of levitating the broom.

"Come on," he begged, "You know that you can't come back to Hogwarts. And I know that you can't stand being cooped up in that dark home for the rest of your life. It's not right. Fred's fine with you staying, and I want you to come. You could start all over with me and Fred. You could work the cash register and help make new products and -"

"Yes," I finally said.

George looked at me wide-eyed, and then smiled brightly.

"You'll come?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"I'd kiss you but then I'd fall out the window," he chuckled.

"I wouldn't want that to happen," I giggled, "So when do we leave?"

"During O.W.L.s would be the best time," he said, "So in...five days."

"I'll come back the night before we leave," I said, "I should go before I get caught."

"Bye," he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I smiled.

George smiled back and then shut the window. I levitated the broom away from the tower and moved it back to the Black Lake. Once I reached where Buckbeak was, I dropped my hand completely and landed on my feet. I set Hagrid's old broom against the tree and then untied Buckbeak's rope. I slid back onto his back and then we rode off to Grimmauld before the sun rose.