AN: Hello again! The second chapter was up and done so I figured I'd post it early. May post the third early as well so keep an eye out for it! Thank you to Elizabeth and pianomouse for Reviewing! And Elizabeth...scary accurate.

Hope you enjoy this next chapter enough to review!

-PF

Chapter Two:

It had been a little over a week since Rose had dealt with Madeye. She stood now in the large marble entrance to the Ministry of Magic, watching the witches and wizards hurry toward the lifts that would take them to work. She glanced up at the stone fountain that had been destroyed when her father had come here. Something was wrong. No one seemed to recognize her. Her father saw it as an advantage and used it to plant her in places he needed someone to be but it bothered her. They should be running in terror right now. Screaming and begging for their lives. Instead, they barely even glanced her way. Well, that was about to change. Even if her father wanted her to remain in the shadows, she didn't care. She was done hiding. No, it was time the whole world knew just who Rose Merope Riddle really was.

With a slightly insane grin she shot her wand toward the ceiling and whispered the incantation that would bring forth the Dark Mark. There were the screams of terror. Chaos broke immediately as everyone began screaming and running away from her and she took a deep satisfied breath as Death Eaters appeared about her, shooting spells in all directions. She heard Bella's cackle and sighed. Good mood gone now. Stupid witch. Sometimes she wished she could just dispose of the trollop. But her father seemed to think Bella had her uses. Sighing she strolled through the chaos, deftly lifting her wand to deflect stray curses as she made her way to the Minister's Office.

Bella stayed right behind her and it made her skin crawl. But she ignored it. For now. When they reached the Minister's office she was surprised to see only a few Aurors which she and Bella took out without so much as a blink of the eye. Then it was just her and the Minister, who was standing behind his desk, wand drawn and ready.

"Minister," she greeted with a smile. "How lovely of you to see us on such short notice."

"You will not be excused for this act of…of treason!" The Minister declared and Rose rolled her eyes.

"Really? And here I was hoping we could all be friends," she cast the first spell silently and watched as the Minister's eyes widened before he was thrown back against the wall. "Now, Minister, I regret to inform you that your usefulness in my Father's kingdom has come to an end. Sectumsempra" as the words left her lips the Minister screamed in pain. She watched as blood began to ooze from his new wounds and he gurgled on blood.

"That a new one?" Bella laughed and drew her own wand. "Avada…"

"No," Rose interrupted, "I think I'd rather he die the slow way."

Bella shot her an incredulous look but sheathed her wand all the same. "You won't…get…away with this." The Minister gasped out.

Rose walked over to his desk and shuffled through the papers, listening to the man dying. "I already have." She informed him. Then suddenly a different man appeared in the room. She spun to face him, wand drawn, and was able to immediately deflect the curse sent her way.

"Crucio!" she hissed and watched as the tall black man cried out in pain. Even through the pain, he lifted his wand and whispered a spell she couldn't quite hear. White blue smoke seeped from his wand and then shot off out the doors leading to the balcony and through the Ministry up a fireplace.

"No!" she cried releasing him from the curse and before she could blink he Apparated. She rushed to the balcony to see her Death Eaters looking back up at her. "Go you fools!" she cried, "Follow that Patronous it will lead to the others!" One by one they disappeared in smoke, leaving only Rose, Bellatrix and the dead body of the Minister still attached to the wall.

She glared at the body for a moment before her eyes caught something on the desk. A picture of Harry Potter. She frowned as she shoved the stacks of paper off of it and picked the picture up. Her head swam, and she closed her eyes against the sudden pain. An image appeared behind her eyes, a scene with no words. She was standing next to Harry Potter grinning, and he was grinning back at her, holding her hand. She stumbled, opened her eyes and sneered at the picture of the boy who had almost killed her father.

"Rose?" Bella asked cautiously and Rose snapped her gaze up to see the woman fingering her wand.

"Raise a wand against me Bellatrix, and I swear it will be the last thing you ever do." Bella sheathed her wand and took a step forward to see what had caught Rose's attention but Rose destroyed the picture. "Nothing," she assured Bella, "a headache. Go tell father we are finished here. Then see where that Patronus lead the others to." Bella disappeared and Rose glanced at the charred remains of the picture. She'd seen pictures of Harry Potter thousands of times before, but never had that reaction. Something was wrong, but before she could contemplate it, she felt her father calling for her. With a put upon sigh she apparated back to the Manor.

RMR

It has been a little over a week since the Funeral and Fred was worse than ever. It was as if his mind had been placed on autopilot, to respond but never initiate. He still laughed if George said something funny, he still pulled pranks, if George suggested it and implemented it, he still talked with his family if they approached him first, but then his mind would reset to emotionless and he'd continue on as if he'd never done it in the first place. Other than the one time at her funeral, Fred never cried. Despite this, George became concerned that others were starting to notice and while Hermione and Fred had always been friends, he wasn't sure Fred was showing the proper amount of morning for 'just a friend.'

The night before Bill and Fleur's wedding, things got worse. He and George had been sitting in their room at Molly's, after their mother had insisted they stay at the Burrow instead of their apartment. Fred had been starring at a wall, tracing the indent of the ring under his shirt, and George had been working on a product for their shop when Ginny burst in.

"How could you?" she cried, tears in her eyes and for a moment George wondered what prank they had pulled that she was responding to. But his eyes landed on the book in Ginny's hand and everything clicked into place.

"Ginny!" he started rising from his seat but she ignored him to glare at Fred instead.

"How could you not tell me!"

Fred was staring at the book with a strange mix of horror and longing on his face. He got to his feet and reached for it without a word. Ginny let go and took a step back, finally taking in her brother's actions and appearance. "Oh Fred," she whispered and moved to wrap her arms around him but he shied back.

"Where did you get this?" He whispered and Ginny wiped tears from her eyes.

"We were packing Hermione's things." She said quietly. "Putting them in boxes and I came across her Journal. I didn't think she'd mind if I…"

"She would have," he snapped, bringing the Journal to his chest. "She never liked anyone touching it."

For a moment, they all stood in silence. Then Ginny said, "Fred. You should have told us. No, she should have told me. But the rest of the family deserves to know. We could help you cope…"

"Cope?" Fred snapped, eyes blazing. "You can help me cope. How far in the Journal did you get, Ginny? To the part where we told each other we loved each other? To the part where she promised to come back to me before we went to fetch your boyfriend?" He tossed the book on his bed and yanked the necklace out from under his shirt. Ginny gasped and covered her mouth as she took in the ring. "Cope," he spat again. "There is no coping. There is no getting over this. I lost my future wife Ginny. Not some friend, or girlfriend. She was going to be my wife." And then he crumbled into the floor, his hands cradling his head as he sobbed.

George was instantly beside him, trying to help his brother who shoved him away. "Get out," Fred whispered and Ginny turned without another word and fled. "You too." Fred added and George recoiled as if he'd been slapped.

"Not leaving," he said defiantly. "You can shut out everyone else but not me, mate. Never me." But he'd leave him to grieve on his own in the floor. He rose, sat back at his desk, and stared blankly at the paper he'd been working on as he tried to endure the sobs. Somehow, he had to help his brother. He just couldn't figure out how.

RMR

The next morning George woke to see Fred sitting on the bed, cradling the Journal. George sighed and stretched before walking over to pat Fred's shoulder. "Another day," he said simply and Fred nodded, gently laying the Journal back on the bed and standing to get dressed himself.

After a moment of dressing in silence, Fred turned to George. "There are things," he began and then stopped, taking a deep breath. "There are things at the end of the Journal I think Harry needs to hear."

George glanced at the Journal and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "Like?"

"Things about…you-know-who. Things she was thinking about. Ways of ending it."

"So tell Ginny." George said. "Let her tell Harry."

Fred nodded and picked the Journal up, sliding it into the pocket of his coat. "Yea." He agreed and shoved their door open without another word. George followed Fred to Ginny's room where he knocked once and waited. Ginny opened the door and took a deep breath, as if bracing herself against her brother. But Fred just reached into his pocket and handed her the journal.

"Fred?" she asked, confused and he shrugged.

"You were her best friend." He answered. "You should have it." He shuffled his feet for a second and then added, "There are things in the end of it that Harry has to know. Just don't…"

She nodded. "I won't let him read it. I won't tell him about you." Fred nodded and moved away from the door but Ginny snatched his arm and pulled him into a hug. "We're here, Fred." She whispered. "Me and George. We're here." Fred nodded and hugged her back for just a moment before heading down the steps to help with the wedding. George smiled at his little sister before following his twin.

The wedding went off without a hitch. And though Fred sat in the back for most of the reception, George enjoyed dancing with a number of pretty girls. After a while, Harry moved to sit beside Fred and George tensed, waiting to see if Ginny had kept her word, but Harry didn't say anything and the two just sat in silence, watching those around them enjoy life. After a while, Ginny pulled Harry out to dance with her but it only lasted one dance before Harry moved off to sit somewhere else. He too was mourning Hermione.

Ron on the other hand seemed to be handling it quite well. He had been dancing with Lavender all night and whatever she'd been saying had had him laughing loudly quite a few times. Just proved to George that Ron never deserved Hermione, and he was grateful she had chosen the right Weasley in the end.

When the patronus arrived, everything was thrown into Chaos. Witches and Wizards alike apparted on the spot, leaving drinks and plates to shatter against the ground in their wake. George rushed to Fred who was already on his feet, wand drawn. Ginny reached Harry and Ron just as the Death Eaters appeared and with a twist the three apparated as well until the only people left were the Weasley family.

"Well well well," a Death Eater intoned as he circled the red-headed family. "Seems we crashed quite the party."

"We've done no wrong here," Arthur said and the Death Eaters laughed.

"Where is Harry Potter?"

No one answered. One of the Death Eaters pointed a wand at Molly and the first asked again. "Where is Harry Potter?"

"We don't know!" George cried and all attention turned to him. "He left days ago."

"And your brother? The one who travels with him?"

"Gone too." Molly stated. "You can search the house. We don't know where they went. They told us they were going to stay for the wedding and then snuck out the other night."

"What about the girl?" One of the Death Eaters asked. "The Mudblood?" George felt Fred tense next to him but the lead Death Eater laughed.

"She won't be bothering us anymore." He laughed. "Hard to be a nuisance when you don't exist." And before Fred or any of them could retaliate the group disappeared. Arthur and Molly let out a sigh together as they turned to survey the destruction left behind.

"They'll be back," Arthur promised. "Often enough to check if the boys have returned."

"Where have they gone?" Molly asked, clutching Arthur's arm. "I didn't seem them."

"Apparted with Ginny," George answered. "Just before the Death Eaters got here."

"Oh," Molly whispered and turned to begin cleaning the mess up with her wand. George glanced at Fred who looked furious. He turned, without a word to his twin, and began helping his mother clean up. Apparently cleaning instead of talking about things was a family trait. George sighed and joined them.

AN: Review please! Oh! And Fred and Rose meet in the next chapter. Just a spoiler! :)