"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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When Harry, Ron, and Hermione enterd the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of other Slytherins. Only Harry noticed, but Rose was sitting there too, but had an extremely bored expression on her face.
As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter- minus Rose.
"Ignore him." said Hermione.
"Hey Potter!" Shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"
All of a sudden Pansy was hit in the eye with a Half a White Chocolate Cookie. "Wooo- OW!" Most people at the table, as well as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, looked for the culprit.
There she was. Rose. Sitting at the end of the table with a glare.
"My Lord, Shut the fuck up."
"Why did you do that?" Pansy asked offended.
Rose just shrugged and said obviously, "Your just fucking annoying."
Pansy huffed and grabbed another cookie and threw it at Rose, but before it could hit her, Rose grabbed the cookie in incredibly impressive speed. Set the cookie down, and said "Thanks for the free cookie."
The trip wasn't gonna lie, that was attractive.
Pansy looked fuming angry now.
"Bad doggy." Rose stated, completely serious.
The trio had to put their hands on their mouths to muffle their laughs.
"UGH!" Cried Pansy, running out of the Great Hall, tears streaming down her face.
After a moments silence, Rose asked, "What did i say?" looking around.
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The Hall started emptying when people starting heading to their first lesson. Rose had divination, as well as the trio.
Rose stood up, and left the hall towards the north tower.
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Rose walked into the strangest-looking classroom she ever seen. In fact, it didn't even look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic, and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece, was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume, as it heated on a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.
