"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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"NO I DO NOT NEED A TAMPON!" — RON WAS NOW in the boys dormitory putting Harry's Firebolt in there.
"Can we sit down, then?" Harry asked Hermione.
"i suppose so," said Hermione, moving a great stack of parchment off two chairs.
Rose looked around at the cluttered table, at the long Arithmancy essay on which the ink was still glistening, at the even longer Muggle Studies easay ('Explain Why Muggles Need Electricity') and at the rune translation Hermione was now poring over.
"How are you getting through all this stuff?" Rose asked her.
"Oh, well—you know—working hard," said Hermione. Close-up, they saw that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.
"Why don't you just drop a couple of subjects?" Harry asked, watching her lifting books as she searched for her rune dictionary.
"I couldn't do that!" said Hermione, looking scandalized.
"Arithmancy looks terrible," said Harry, picking up a very complicated-looking number chart.
"Oh no, its wonderful!" said Hermione earnestly. "Its my favorite subject! It's—"
But exactly what was wonderful about Arithmancy, they never found out. At that precise moment, a strangled yell echoed down the boys' staircase. The whole common room fell silent, staring, petrified, at the entrance. Then came hurried footsteps, growing louder and louder—and then Ron came leaping into view, dragging with him a bedsheet.
"LOOK!" he bellowed, striding over to Hermione's table. "LOOK!" he yelled, shaking the sheets in her face.
"Ron, what—?"
"SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!"
Hermione was leaning away from Ron, looking utterly bewildered. Rose looked down at the sheet Ron was holding. There was something red on it. Something that looked horribly like—
"BLOOD!" Ron yelled into the stunned silence.
"Aw, Ron got his first period. Seems as though his mood swings are acting up, you need a tampon?" Rose teased.
"NO! I DO NOT NEED A TAMPON. HE'S GONE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"
"N—no," said Hermione in a trembling voice.
Ron threw something down onto Hermione's rune translation. Hermione, Harry, and Rose leaned forward. Lying on top of the weird, spiky shapes were several long, ginger cat hairs.
