As the Weasley twins forcibly dragged Rose away from the infirmary, Ron and Hermione tried to gain admittance. Rose wryly thought that they'd be lucky too, but was more preoccupied with being dragged away.

"Guys!" She yelled at them, "Stop it!"

They immediately stopped, panic in their eyes, "Did we hurt you?"

"No," Rose begrudgingly answered. "But I would like to know what's going on."

"We just-" Fred started.

"Really missed you," George said with a small smile.

"Yeah, haven't seen you have such a bad dream since you were five." They said together.

"I've never wound up in the hospital for a dream before boys."

They nodded their heads, "We know."

That's when it occurred to Rose, she had the most important people in the world right in front of her. Best friends, practically family, and, to the outside eye, maybe even a bit more. These boys in front of her had obviously worried to an amazing extent about her and her health and had likely gotten no answers.

Suddenly overcome by emotion, Rose reached forward and hugged the two boys, finally paying heed to her crush on them, and admitting that perhaps it wasn't a terrible thing. "We have a lot to talk about."

She followed their lead to an abandoned classroom and started telling them the story of her year, and what she had been trying to keep from her brother. She told them almost every detail, but never mentioned that she had seen them in the Mirror of Erised. She told them how without them she was likely to have gone crazy with her brother and his two best friends, who they all dubbed The Golden Trio. She was glad to not have made that a quartet.

They, in return, told her about the happenings of the school since she had passed out and her twin and best friends had gone to protect the stone.

"The common room was a mess when you left, everyone was panicking, and you know, we ended up getting a detention," George said, tucking a strand of her vibrant red hair behind her ear.

"And how, pray tell, did you get yourselves a detention?" Rose said with a sigh.

"It was Hardy's fault!" George defended.

This caught Rose's attention. "And what did Hardy do?"

"He said that he was the only one that was supposed to make you scream…" Fred muttered angrily.

A trail of fear ran down Rose's back and she frowned nervously, "You told McGonagall right…?"

"Yeah, but that was after cast stinging hexes at him," They said together.

"Guys!"

"He deserved it."

That night, after the twins almost had to forcibly drag Rose to dinner, Rose was greeted with loud whispers and rude stares. She looked down hearing muttered comments about how weak she was, until Lavender defended her, "You know, maybe you're a seer. Or maybe a twin's connection is really that deep."

"I hope I'm not a seer," mourned Rose. "I don't want to know what's going to happen with my life."

Lavender tittered and went back to eating. Rose watched the twins pile food onto their plates and then when she only drank pumpkin juice added some food to her plate too. Her face felt as if it had been caught in a blaze of fire and she glared at each of them in turn, much to Lee's amusement.

"I can take care of myself, boys."

"Then start doing it," they immediately replied.

Shaking her head Rose ate some of the macaroni and cheese they had placed on her plate, noting that it was particularly good for some reason. She ate happily and talked back and forth with the twins, Lee, and Lavender.

The next day went amazingly fast for Rose. She let the twins distract her thoroughly with talks of pranks they all wished to pull off one day. She was more distracted with thoughts of how her twin was doing, though, and went to dinner hoping beyond hope that he would make it.

As she sat in the Great Hall a terrible sadness filled her as her brother didn't immediately appear. She completely ignored the Slytherin colors that covered the surrounding areas. She saw the huge banner that showed the Slytherin serpent that covered the wall behind the High Table, but only thought that it was beautiful. She knew they had won the house cup for the seventh year in a row, but couldn't find it in her to care.

When Harry finally walked into the full Great Hall there was a sudden hush and then everyone started talking loudly at once. Rose cheered for him but stayed in her seat. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione and blushed as he noticed people standing to look at him.

Fortunately for him, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully, your heads are all a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts…

"Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin has Four hundred and seventy-two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Rose could see Draco banging his goblet on the table and she shook her head in mild amusement.

"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. They Slytherin's smiles faded a bit.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yesss

"First- to Mr. Ronald Weasley…"

Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a sunburn.

"... for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years. I award Gryffindor House fifty points."

Gryffindor's cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

At last, there was silence again.

"Second- to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points/"

Hermione buried her face in her arms; Rose strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves- they were a hundred points up.

"Third- to Mr. Harry Potter…" said Dumbledore. The room went deathly quiet. "... for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House sixty points."

The din was deafening. Rose took both of the twins hands and covered her ears with their hands pressing them to her head with her own, and even that didn't dull the roar. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points- exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the House Cup- if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.

Dumbledore raised his hands. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I, therefore, award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, Hermione and even Rose stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before.

"Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, with a horrible, forced smile.

Rose had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but they did. To her surprise, her brother and Ron had passed with good marks. Even more surprising, to everyone, was that she and Hermione tied for the best grades of the first years. Even Neville scraped through, his good Herbology mark making up for his abysmal Potions one.

And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays ("I always hope they'll forget to hand these out," Fred said sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross station.

It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didn't attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.

"You'll come over this summer, yeah?" Fred asked while George draped his arm over Rose's shoulder.

"I always do."

"You know she wouldn't miss it for the world," George said with a smirk.

People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called:

"Bye, Harry, Rose!'

"See you, Potters!"

"Still famous," said the twins, grinning at her.

"Always and forever," Rose said with a sigh.

She watched as Harry, Ron and Hermione passed through the gateway together, and she stepped up with the twins to wait.

She stepped through to see Harry was already engulfed in Sirius's arms, as Ron had been by Mrs. Weasley. The twins dragged her over to Remus and bowed dramatically to him before walking to their mother.

"What was that about, Cubette?" Remus muttered as he hugged her close.

"Oh, well, you know, they know who you two are now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius said, having released Harry and sent him over to the Weasley's.

"It means they know you're the infamous creator of the Marauder's map."

They both laughed and engulfed her in another hug, looking at each other over her head. They knew that that wasn't the only reason the twins had presented their girl in such a manner. They both withheld sighs and instantly aged another ten years. It appeared that it was time to have the talk with their little Rosebud.

"So, what's the surprise you guys were talking about?" Rose wondered aloud.

Remus snorted and Sirius glared at him before then both smiled, "Well, pup..." Sirius said slowly as Harry walked over to them.

"Yeah...?" Harry and Rose inquired.

"Well..." Sirius seemed at a loss.

"He's gotten you two a potential godmother," Remus said, not able to keep it a secret.

"What?!" They both yelped.

"Yeah! What Remus said! Don't be upset, she's a kind woman, and she has a passion for reading, like you, Rose, and is amazing at Quidditch, like you, Harry."

"That's not all," prompted Remus, ignoring Sirius's dirty glare.

"We... Uh... Well... It took a lot of work mind you, but we're moving."

Rose grew deathly pale as she stared at the two of them and Harry wrapped his arm around her, glaring at his two guardians, "To where, exactly?"

"The same house! We're just changing it all with magic! No need to panic!" rushed Remus.

Rose and Harry sighed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the summer wouldn't be as terrible as it had appeared to have been fated to be.

Hey, everyone! SylviaSnape98 here! This is the last chapter of Harry and Rose Potter Book one! I've posted the next one already, so feel free to go at it! Hope you all enjoy the next installment, where you'll discover Sirius's mystery Witch!