"You love me, Harry."
"No i don't, Rose. Fuck off."
Rose Black, the daughter of the famous Sirius Black. The only thing she was ever known as. But what she didn't know, is that in just four years, she would be so much more than that. Voldemort and t...
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—————————- "Get off me." —————————————- GOLDEN TRIO No trigger warnings
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ROSE wasn't the type to be a deep sleeper, because she was always on alert. Thanks to her family being absolutely insane.
She was awoken when someone accidentally kicked her ankle. She jolted awake and looked around eagerly. Only to see three other kids her age staring at her with wide eyes.
There was one boy, Red hair, Blue eyes, and a rat moving around in his pocket. Gross.
Then there was a girl, Bushy brunette hair, and brown eyes, and holding a bushy orange cat in her lap. Rose was allergic to cats. Not deadly, but still allergic.
Lastly there was another boy, black hair, green eyes, and round glasses. Rose sighed loudly. Harry Potter.
"Are you okay?" The girl with bushy hair asked concerned of how fast Rose jerked awake.
She exhales deeply. "Yeah. Yeah—Fine." She states in annoyance, resting her forehead in the palm of her hand.
"i'm Hermione Granger." She introduced herself proudly, before gesturing to the red haired boy, "That's Ron Weasley," and Lastly she points to the green eyed boy but before she can say anything he interrupts.
"Harry Potter." He states, waiting for the same surprised reaction he's gotten for three years straight. But all she does is give them a thumbs up, uninterested.
"i know." she mutters.
They all looked confused. "How did you—" Hermione starts, but Rose cuts her off, lifting her head from her hand.
"I'm not new. Been here since first year. Everybody knows who you are. Your guys's ego is just too big for you to notice anyone else." She looked out the window. They look at eachother all a bit offended at her answer but she truly doesn't care. She's tired and does not have any interest for human interaction.
They continue to talk in hushed voices. but then she hears Harry whisper, "Sirius Black", she immediately whips her head around to them and look at them waiting for him to continue, but he didn''t. So she slowly looked back out the window, blowing out a large puff of air.
"What's that noise?" Ron said suddenly.
A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They all looked around the compartment.
Rose groaned loudly, "Turn it off!"
"It's coming from your trunk, Harry," Said Ron, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack. A moment later he had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between Harry's robes. It was spinning pretty fast in the palm of Ron's hand and glowing brilliantly.
