If you knew the girl Rosalyn Potter, you would know a feisty, outspoken girl that would hasten to get what she wanted. This is why she was currently more angry than she could ever be at Albus Dumbledore. She knew she had agreed to the labour that this was, but she didn't think it would be this bad.
As you'd probably guessed, she was living with the Dursley's. She was with Harry, but that was still three people versus two.
Every morning, she woke up from nightmares about the graveyard and Cedric's death with no one to comfort her but Harry, who tried, but wasn't nearly as good as Molly would've been. Then, after she'd stop crying she would get dressed and go down to breakfast where she'd get treated like a servant. In the day she and Harry went walking just so they could get out of the house, then in the evening whilst the Dursley's ate way too much and watched telly, Rosalyn and Harry went upstairs to their bedroom, not wanting to be around their so-called family.
Rosalyn hated it. She hated her Uncle Vernon, a beefy man who ate too much and had no neck. She hated her Aunt Petunia, her mother's sister, who hated Rosalyn mutually because of how much she looked like her sister. Then there was Dudley, the fattest boy Rosalyn had ever seen in her life and the boy who hated Rosalyn and Harry more than ever.
And there was one more reason. It had been a month, a month, and Rosalyn hadn't heard anything. Not from Ron, not from Hermione, not from Sirius, not from Izzy, not from Molly. Nothing. Not a single stinking word. Nothing about what was happening now Voldemort was back, nothing about what Dumbledore was planning to do to counter him. Nothing.
She and Harry often talked about it, and they were today when they were walking through a field near Privet Drive.
"They could've just forgotten, Rosie," said Harry logically.
"No! No! NO!" Growled Rosalyn. "Hermione said it at the end of last year, that she wanted us to write! And Ron joked but-"
"But they would never do this to us," Harry said. "Exactly! Exactly, Rosie, so it must just be a mistaken address or something-"
"But it's not!" Rosalyn said frustratedly. "I just know it's not! There's something going on and we don't know about it!"
Harry sighed as they entered a park and sat down on the swings, watching two kids on the roundabout go home with their mum.
Rosalyn looked at Harry and Harry looked at Rosalyn. They both knew they were thinking the same thing.
Rosalyn's eyes lowered and looked at their shadows on the ground, and as soon as her eyes left the park it had some new inhabitants. Laughing filled her ears as she looked up and saw her cousin, Dudley.
"Oh, hey Big-D," Rosalyn said, having picked up the fact that this was Dudley's nickname over the summer. "What have you guys been up to? Beating up a ten year old?"
"This one deserved it," Dudley said.
"Oh, yeah, what?" She did a quick head count. "Five versus one, that's very brave..."
"He cheeked me," Dudley said.
"Oh yeah? Did he say you're rude, spoilt, and a cross between a pig and a pug? Because that's not cheek, Dud, that's true."
"Shut it," Dudley said.
"Oooohhh, so scared," Rosalyn said.
The gang didn't take kindly to this.
"Come on, Dud, hit her!"
"Yeah! Get her!"
But Dudley didn't and Rosalyn knew why. She had her wand in her back pocket.
But to Dudley's gang, it seemed like he was too afraid to strike.
"Says you," said Dudley, going for the verbal option. "Moaning in your sleep every night, at least I'm not afraid of my pillow!"
He nudged the guys behind him and they laughed. " 'Don't kill Cedric!'" Dudley mocked. "Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?
" 'He's going to kill me, mum!'" He mocked again. "Where's your mum, Potter? Where's your mum?"
"Don't react, Rosie," Harry hissed under his breath to her. "Don't, he's trying to-"
"Is she dead? Is she dead?" Dudley mocked, and this was the last straw for Rosalyn.
She burst up off the swing and right up to Dudley, where she pointed her wand at his neck.
His gang laughed.
"You wouldn't," Dudley muttered quietly.
"Oh, I fucking would," Rosalyn countered quietly. "Just try me, say something else about my mum-"
But as she said that, the air turned cold and dark, the wind blew hard and clouds closed over the sky that was once blue. Harry got up off the swing and joined his sister.
"What you doin'?" Dudley asked Rosalyn rather stupidly.
"I'm not doing anything!" Rosalyn yelled over the whistling of the wind, her hair blowing wild.
Dudley's gang were yelling and soon they all ran away. Cowards. But Harry, Rosalyn and Dudley all stayed put.
And soon they were all running. Rosalyn and Harry were faster than Dudley, but this was a crisis so he could fairly shift. Rain started pouring so the path became slippery, so they ran into a tunnel to avoid it. This tunnel was small, square, and with lights all the way along it.
But then they started to flicker, and frost covered them even though it was summer. Rosalyn knew something was going on, just think, she told herself, where have you seen this before...
But the question came before the answer. She turned round, and it was there.
A dementor.
It grabbed her by the neck, pinning her up against the wall of the tunnel, choking her.
"Ha- Harry, D-Dudley, run," she managed to get out.
"No!" Harry yelled.
But Dudley had already gone, he was running towards the exit. But the tunnel floor was wet, and he slipped, sliding on his back along the tunnel. "R- run!" Rosalyn choked, but it was too late, another dementor had entered the tunnel and had swooped down on Dudley.
Harry, who didn't know how to do a patronus, couldn't help either of them, he knew only Rosalyn could. However, Rosalyn was held up by the dementor that had started to perform the kiss on her. She was hopeless.
She groped around for her wand in her pocket, but she couldn't reach it, and she was just about to loose herself beyond being brought back-
Grabbing her wand, she punched the dementor as hard as she could so that it released her. She slid down the tunnel wall and her wand slipped out her hand, landing at least three metres away from her with a clink.
The dementor advanced fast, obviously furious that she had punched him, and Rosalyn backed away along the ground, but she wasn't going to reach her wand.
But wait a sec. Her wand wasn't there.
"Rosie!" Harry, sure enough with the wrong wand in his hand, yelled. Rosalyn put her hands up and her brother chucked her it. She jumped slightly off the ground to catch it, got it in the right position in her hand and tried to perform the charm. She thought of her, Ron, Harry and Hermione together again, after all this time...
"Expecto Patromum!" She yelled, and a silvery fox leapt out of her wand, running at the dementor. It drove it out the tunnel. Drove it away with happiness.
Rosalyn breathed, but Harry yelled at her. "Rosie, Dudley!"
Rosalyn turned her eyes on Dudley, and saw that a dementor was kissing him without hinderance. Rosalyn sighed and pointed her wand at Dudley so that the fox could diminish that dementor as well.
Rosalyn and Harry ran towards Dudley and knelt by his side. Rosalyn felt his face. "He's stone cold," She said.
Harry, however, hissed. "Rosie, put your wand away."
"What?" Rosalyn asked confusedly.
"Your wand! Put it away!"
So she did, and seconds later, Harry was saying, "Mrs Figg."
A rather old lady with a rain coat on and a plastic hood was standing there. Rosalyn frowned as she said. "Well don't put it away, girl, they could come back."
Rosalyn and Harry looked at each other before picking up Dudley and following Mrs Figg out the tunnel.
"And who in the name of Merlin's pants is that?" Rosalyn asked her brother.
"It's Mrs Figg, she's our neighbor, they Dursley's always used to leave me with her when they went out, but I don't know what all that 'they could come back' was about. How could she know what dementors are?"
But she did. Because when Rosalyn and Harry had each of Dudley's arms around their necks (Dudley was in a rather unconscious state) and they were walking him home, Mrs Figg explained fully.
"Dementors in Little Whinging? Whatever next?" She chuckled. "The whole world's gone topsy-turvy."
"I-I don't understand," Rosalyn interrupted. "How do you know about-"
"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you," Mrs Figg said matter of factly.
"Dumbledore? You know Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "All those times I was shut up with you when the Dursley's had gone on holiday and you never told me-"
"After You-Know-Who killed that poor Diggory boy last year did you expect him to let you go wandering about on your own? Good lord you two, they told me you were intelligent," Mrs Figg laughed at her own wit.
They reached number four Privet Drive and Rosalyn sighed as they reached it. It was such an unhappy place for her. But Mrs Figg patted her arm and didn't say a word about her welfare. "Now, you get inside and you stay there-"
"Is that everything we're getting told?" Rosalyn asked, staying put.
"Rosie," Harry started. "Rosie don't-"
"No!" Rosalyn yelled, rounding on Mrs Figg. "You're in league with Dumbledore, you can tell us what's happening! But no, all we get is this crap about how we need to 'stay safe' and let everyone else do the work!"
"I understand it is frustrating dear, but you must-"
"You don't understand anything!" Rosalyn yelled, letting go of Dudley and walking deliberately right across the newly mowed lawn of number four.
Harry sighed and followed her, rolling his eyes at his sister's angriness.
Inside the house, Petunia Dursley had a very short dress on, with skin that she evidently thought tanned, but was more sunburned. Vernon was through in the kitchen, eating ice cream straight from the tub.
"Diddykins? Is that you?" Petunia crooned as she heard the door open. She scowled as Rosalyn entered, but her look became fearful as she saw Harry carrying Dudley.
"Vernon! Vernon come quick!" She yelled.
Once Dudley had been sat on the sofa in between his mum and dad with a bucket in case of vomiting, Vernon asked. "Who did this to you, boy?"
Dudley slowly raised his arm in the direction of Rosalyn.
"It wasn't me!" She yelled. "It was-"
"Happy, are we, now?" Vernon interrupted. "You've finally done it, finally driven him loopy!"
"I didn't, you idiots, I can explai-"
"Yes you bloody well can!"
"Vernon, don't say that!" Petunia whimpered.
"Look at him, Petunia, our boy has gone yumpy!" He practically yelled.
"Yes but it wasn't Rosalyn!" Harry countered.
"I've reached my limit with you," Vernon said. "This is the last I'm taking of you and your nonsense!"
"Oh you're kicking me out?" Rosalyn said in mock sadness. "Please do!"
Vernon was about to reply when an owl with a letter in its beak came flying in through the conservatory. It dropped the letter on the vacant sofa and left. The letter however, twitched then came to life. It floated in front of Rosalyn. The red seal became red lips and the envelope was folded efficiently to make eyes. Rosalyn sighed, what's going to happen to me now? She thought.
"Dear Miss Potter," The letter said in a formal voice. "The Ministry has received intelligence that at six twenty-three this evening, you performed the patronus charm in the presence of a muggle. As a clear violation of the decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery your are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk."
The letter fell on the floor and everything seemed frozen. Harry looked shocked, but it was nothing compared to Rosalyn.
She was expelled. She wasn't going back. The place where she had found friends, where she had gone on adventures. It was gone.
Uncle Vernon, however, walked forward, sneering. "Justice."