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It had been quiet at the Burrow as Rosie spent her days there, the wedding of Fleur and Bill being soon enough and she'd have to leave on the day, she had prepared letters for everyone to read, letting them know that she herself had a separate mission that Dumbledore had set her up to.

She just didn't know how to explain to George that she wouldn't see him for about a year due to attempting to save the wizarding world.

"You didn't save him" Harry noted as the kids sat down in his and Ron's room one evening, and Rosie let her head fall slightly before she nodded. "Why?"

She lifted her head again and met his eyes honestly, "he didn't need saving Harry, he was going to die either way and he chose his own path"

A silence had soon wrapped around the kids again and they had later separated to their separate bedrooms.

There wasn't much talk about Dumbledore's death after that as they knew all they needed to know, it had been what he had chosen and they had to respect that and Rosie's job.

But, the hardest would be saying goodbye for a full year as nobody knew it yet. And now they had to go save Harry again, knowing that they'd also be going after Rosie.

They had all entered the abandoned house one by one, not wanting to attract attention so they slipped in rather quickly, not wanting to be caught or seen.

"Harry" Rosie nodded and Harry's eyes widened at her sudden haircut which rested on her collarbone (she knew she'd most likely not have a haircut for a while).

They stood in the empty loving room with the guides stood by the side as the future 'Harry's' stood in the centre of the room.

"Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the trace on ya" Moody explained roughly.

"What's the trace?" Harry questioned, turning his head slightly to where Rosie was stood next to Moody, her features somehow looking darker than usual.

"Of you sneezed, the Minstry would know ho blew your nose" Moody states sarcastically, yet he seemed completely serious, which made Harry even more confused. "Point is, we have to use those means of transport that the trace can not detect. Brooms, thestrals and the like. We go in pairs, that way if there's anyone out there waiting for us—and I reckon they will be—they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one"

"The real one?" Harry deepened, watching as Moody pulled out a bottle from his pocket.

"I believe you're familiar with this particular brew" Moody teased lightly in his usual tone, Fred holding in his laughter at the back of the room as his head rested on Kathy's shoulder.

"No. Absolutely not" Harry shook his head immediately on distaste at the whole idea, glancing at Sirius slightly.

"Told you he'd take it well" Hermione added on to the conversation and Moody nodded at her slightly.

"No, if you think that I'm going to let everyone risks their lives for me..." Harry continued to argue, this time another voice spoke up.

"Never done that before, have we?" Said Ron in a low tone.

"No! This is different, taking that and becoming me..." Harry defended again, glancing around the room in hopes that they wouldn't do it, he didn't want anyone else to die.

"Well, non of us really fancy it mate"
"Yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as a scrawny specky git forever"

Katherine gave the twins a look before turning her head back to Harry, "this is so much bigger than you Harry, you just play an important piece that we need to win"

"Everyone here is of age, Potter" Moody spoke again, "they've all agreed to take the risks"

Then there was a slight cough from a short and stubby man in the back of the room, which Rosie cringed at, as she glanced at the Ann who was supposed to cost Moody his life. He began to speak in his usual fake tone, going on about how he had been coerced into the situation.

"Nip it, Mundungous!....All right then, Granger, as discussed"

Hermione snatched some hairs from Harry harshly and he winced, watching her walk over to Mad Eye and place the hairs into the bottle.

The group separated into two, the people who would be Harry and those who would be escorts, Rosie had been paired up with Kathy—who would be staying the same as they'd be the backup team.

Kathy sent Rosie a slight smile as she reached her, even if it did look like a grimace, Rosie returned it before she grabbed the older girls hand and watched the scene unravel.

"For those of you that haven't taken polyjuice potion before, fairing warning, it tastes like goblin piss..." Moody warned, as he reached the Weasley twins first.

"Have enough experiences with that do you then, Mad Eye?" Fred quizzed as he held the bottle on his hand, being returned with a glare. "Just trying to defuse the tension"

By the time Moody had made his way back to the front, everyone had seemed to be transformed into Harry, which actually made Rosie feel very awkward as she looked between her—friend— and the fact that they'd all have to change clothes, as they they were practically looking like her brother.

"Wow, we're identical" The Weasley twins said in unison, causing Kathy to crack a smirk that Fred took pride in.