"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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"Yeah because i'm awesome." ————
THESE PAST FEW weeks, everyone has been avoiding Rose like the plague.
Of course, except for Blaise, Daphne, Theo, and Ron. She was surprised that Ron didn't avoid her, knowing he was the last one wanting to be her friend in the first place.
Harry and Hermione aren't avoiding her. More so, thinking over and trying to piece the puzzle together. In Rose's opinion, what was there to piece together? It should be simple to understand what she did and why she did it.
Pansy was awake now. Sure, she was still injured, but she was alive and well, Unfortunately.
Apparently Pansy was put into a coma for three weeks. She had gotten two broken ribs, a concussion, her nose was broken in three different places, and her left arm is broken.
Now, she was sitting in the Great Hall, obviously having multiple whispers about her. She sat at the Slytherin table this time, knowing everyone in Gryffindor either thinks she's like her father, or is incredibly frightened of her.
"Hey Rose."
She didn't answer, het eyes stayed glued to the book in her hands.
"Rose—" She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"What?" She whispered spinning around.
"Sorry." It was Harry.
She sighed, "Yes?"
"Do you— Do you want to— To sit with us?"
"Huh?"
Now it was Harry's turn to sigh, "Come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the seat.
"Hey— Let go of my hand four eyes—"
"Calm down—"
"No i will not calm down—"
He was dragging her down to the Gryffindor table where many sat, watching, wondering if Rose will break and give Harry a concussion.
"Sit down." He pointed to the seat next to him. Hermione in the seat in front of her, and Ron in the other.
She stayed glaring at Harry from the isle. "Fine." She said exhaustedly.
"Rose— What happened—?"
"I'd rather not talk about it right now in front of like one hundred people."
"Harry, did McGonagall give you your Firebolt back?" She changed the subject.
Harry huffed, "No. I ask her every time after every Transfiguration lesson and her answer is always the same. 'No, Potter, you can't have it back yet.' Ridiculous."
