"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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——————- "Congratulations." ————————————
THE Storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry, Ron, and Hermione examined their new course schedules at breakfast.
Rose had not made it to the Great Hall yet, and Harry was slightly worried.
"Today's not bad... outside all morning," said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. "Herbology with Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures... damn it, we're still with the Slytherins." Hermione side-eyed him. "That's not including Rose."
"Speaking of Rose, where is she?" Hermione, questioned, looking up from the table and towards the doors, then toward the Slytherin table.
Just at that moment, the Great Hall doors had opened.
"There she is," said Ron, not looking up from his schedule.
Taking one look into Harry's eyes, she walked straight to Blaise Zabini's side at the Slytherin table.
Rose knew Harry did nothing wrong, she just wanted to fuck with him. He's been annoying for too long. He was right after all, when he took a very sharp guess as to what happened with Brian. Soon enough she was going to explain that she did kill him, but for now, she's making Harry think she's mad at him. What harm could it do?
Harry gaped at her as she walked away.
"What the hell did you do, Harry?" Ron turned his head toward him, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"I—I didn't do anything!" Harry defended himself, rapidly shaking his head.
Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry in a way like 'Right. Now tell us what you did."
Harry sighed in frustration, "I just asked her about Brian—"
"Harry!" Hermione hissed, interrupting him. "We all agreed that we wouldn't bring up that topic around her. We said that we would let her grieve—or celebrate— his death. Harry, you swore."
"I know i did, but i had to ask. Do you not think it's suspicious how he was announced dead the day after Rose returned from her home?" Harry looked between the both of them, hoping one would come to their senses. "Look, i'm not blaming her for anything. If i had the chance, i'd kill him too."
"Shhh!" Ron hushed him, looking around the table.
"Okay, maybe it's a little concerning but you should have minded your own business." Hermione pipped up, turning to look at Rose's talking figure.
"Alright, fine, i won't bring it up again." Harry sighed, looking back down to his schedule and groaned. "Double Divination this afternoon."
Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawaney kept predicting Harry's death, and constantly telling him a certain ginger is his soulmate. He assumed she was talking about Ron, which he found annoying.
