The Black Rose

Chapter 3: The Hatred of a Mudblood

Another week had passed since Harry had left Grimmauld Place and Ginny for the second time. He had searched and searched for the meaning of "The Lion's Last Resort," in ancient archives across Europe to no avail. Harry remembered back to the night that he killed Nagini after realizing she had been following him.

He had crept into a dark, underground club he believed Voldemort to be hiding in under his invisibility cloak. The sight that came into view made Harry's insides burn. The crowd was large, but Harry made his way through, up a staircase that wound around the walls of the club. From his new view, he could see the Death Eater's at the center of the room through the red beams of light. Harry cursed as he passed a speaker blaring, "Descend the Shades of Night," by Machine Head. Harry decided to lie low and to learn any information.

A Death Eater stepped into the center of the circle the crowd was forming.

"Gather my friends. We are here to initiate a new Death Eater into our ranks. MacNair, bring him out," Harry watched intensely as he recognized Lucius Malfoy's cold voice. Within moments, NacNair returned with none other than Blaise Zabini. He looked strangely calm and collected. He approached Malfoy and bowed his head.

"Blaise, you soon will become worthy of the Dark Mark, after you complete the task given to you," Lucius spoke.

He looked to Goyle Sr. and said, "Bring out the mudblood." Goyle returned a few moments later with a young girl, about Harry's age, bound at the wrists and ankles and gagged. Her clothes were torn and her face dirty, but Harry could tell she was quite beautiful. She had long, brown hair and stunning features... She was being drug into the crowd's center and thrust to the ground. Blaise looked at the shaking girl and to Lucius who said, "Take her innocence and her life."

Harry's breath caught in his throat?he was about the witness a public rape and execution, and there was nothing he could do about it. Blaise not once lost his cool demeanor. He looked down at the frightened girl and removed her gag and bounds.

"Please, Blaise, don't do this," the girl cried out, her voice wavering.

Blaise looked at the girl, "You should've thought twice before coming to Hogwarts then Sarah."

The impact of Blaise's words hit Harry full force. The girl, she was going to be a sixth year at Hogwarts. She was a Ravenclaw and one of Ginny's friends.

Blaise showed no remorse for what he was about to do. He handed his wand to Lucius and like a panther began to strip her of her torn clothing. The crowd was wild, encouraging every motion. Harry watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the horrific scene unfolding before him. Blaise had stripped her upper torso bare, her breasts exposed in the cool air. The crowd chanted him on as he ripped her skirt apart and pulled off her panties.

"Blaise, please, I'm sorry, please don't kill me," she pleaded, as she lay beneath him on the cold floor.

Without a word Blaise pressed into her shaking body. The second he entered her, she let out a piercing scream that Harry would never forget. She screamed the entire time, Blaise not once showing any mercy. Each painful thrust, the more blood there was. Just as Blaise finally began to let up, he took the nearly unconscience girl's waist in his arm and pulled out a dagger with the other. She faintly looked at him as she saw the blade and whispered looking into his eyes, "I don't know what ever made me love you."

Blaise lifted her body so that her head tilted back towards the stone floor and swiftly sliced her fair skin at the throat.

Harry watched in horror as her blood spilled drenching Blaise and the surrounding area in deep crimson. It was then that he felt another presence near him. Harry turned around just in time to see Nagini beginning to lash out and sink her venomous fangs into his skin. Harry moved and raised his wand to her. He looked into its evil eyes and heard her whisper, "The Lion's Last Resort," in a dark tone. As she neared Harry, he killed her without hesitation. Fearing he would be found after her dead weight fell off of the balcony, he dissapparated.

As Draco scanned his new common room, he realized a few other seventh year honour students would be receiving their own dorms as well. The common room was enormous with priceless artifacts decorating it. The fireplace was grand and located lower than the rest of the room as well as its sitting area. The seats were arranged around a French styled table. There were extravagant tapestries on the walls featuring the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. The deep red carpet was soft to the touch. What Draco liked the most were the windows. They were ceiling high and led out to a balcony on the side of the tower. The view was beautiful. He could tell that each room had its own balcony. To the side in the common room was a small pentagonal shaped library.

Draco hated to admit it, but he liked it. At least it was better than those god-damned catacombs. He found the spiral staircase, encased in stone walls that wrapped around the outer portion of the tower. He ascended and noticed that there were two door labeled "Seventh Year Honour Student," and then saw the Head Girl's dormitory. He was pleased his dorm was at the top of the tower. Finally, he reached the dorm labeled, "Head Boy," and entered. His room was as highly addressed as the common room. He smirked as he noticed the familiar black carpet that adorned the room. He had a similar set of windows and a balcony as the common room and a bed any girl would get in for him. It had black drapes with a silver hint and looked immaculate. He noticed his wardrobe he left at school neatly hanging. Satisfied, Draco fell onto his bed but soon regretted it. His back felt as if it were engulfed in flames. "Damn inferi," he thought as he closed his eyes and fell into a well overdue slumber.
The weeks passed by and soon it was September first. Draco simply rode the train from Hogsmede to King's Cross-Station. He stayed in the Head's compartment to avoid the commotion.

As to his word Harry was there and met by an anxious Ginny. Soon they were all settled into a compartment.

"Any luck Harry?" Hermione asked looking hopeful.

"No, you?" Harry replied sighing when Hermione shook her head.

"We'll keep looking, I have full access to the library at Hogwarts as Head Girl now," Hermione said as if she should have had it years ago.

"Yeah, well even if we find it, there are still two horcruxes out there," Harry replied distantly.

The entire time Ron had been looking at Hermione with an amused look on his face.

"What Ron, what?" Hermione asked exasperated.

"It'd look kinda' bad if the Head Girl was late for her first duty wouldn't it?" Ron asked with a smirk on his face.

Crestfallen, Hermione jumped up and left the compartment while Ron laughed.

"Damn it," she thought as she made her way to the Head's compartment.

As Hermione slid open the compartment door, she froze as her eyes focused on a slightly malnourished Draco Malfoy. Unsure of what to do, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Very irritated, Draco spat, "Got something to say Granger?"

Draco slowly lifted his gaze to her as she looked at him blankly.

"Malfoy, how dare you step foot on this train," Hermione spoke, her words dripping with malice.

Draco stood face to face with Hermione, "How dare you think you have any idea what is going on," Draco said viciously pushing her into the corridor and slamming the compartment door closed.

"Damn Granger and her bloody ignorance," Draco thought.

Draco sat down and rested his eyes. Not a minute before the compartment door slid open again.

"God damn it Granger," Draco started angrily until he opened his eyes.

It was definitely not Granger.

Draco looked at the girl standing before him in shock. Draco was used to beautiful women but never had one caught him so off guard. She was stunning. Her soft golden curls fell to her waist and her skin was as fair as his. Draco stared into her deep azure eyes that seemed endless.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking for a place to stay, is this compartment full?" she asked even though Draco was alone.

Finally, Draco came to his senses and said no. He realized as she sat down he had never seen her before, but she looked familiar.

"My name is Roslyn," she said holding out her delicate hand. Unaccustomed to women greeting him this way, Draco awkwardly shook her hand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he said.

Just as Draco said the words, Harry busted into the compartment.

"You've got a lot of nerve Malfoy," Harry said enraged.

Draco turned his head away, looking out the window, "Get out of here Potter, you have no idea what your doing."

Not so unexpectedly Draco felt his nose break as Harry punched him. There was nothing Draco could do, his health was poor and he had no strength, Madam Pomfrey said he had another two months worth of potions to take before he was back to normal. So, Draco simply took the beating. It was nothing compared to what he was used to from his father.

Finally realizing Draco was not going to fight back, he stopped long enough for Roslyn to pull him off of Draco.

"What the hell is your problem," she yelled, "you could've killed him."

Noticing her for the first time, he wiped Draco's blood on his jeans and looked at her. Roslyn was slightly undone by the intensity with which Harry was looking at her.

Glancing at Malfoy, she told Harry to leave. Slightly guiding Harry out of the compartment, she closed the door, glad he was gone.

Draco was unconscious within minutes. He awoke near the end of the train ride and looked up into Roslyn's eyes. She was looking down at him cautiously. Draco realized just how beautiful she was. Her expensive off the shoulder blouse was ripped at the midsection. She had torn it to wipe blood from his face, exposing her flat stomach. As Draco stirred she said, "I wouldn't move just yet if I were you," she said holding his head firmly in her lap. Draco closed his eyes no longer having the strength to hold them open.

When they arrived at Hogsmede, Harry and the others watched Malfoy closely, curious of this new girl. Harry swore he knew her from somewhere. As Draco and Roslyn walked to the carriages, he wondered what the hell those creatures pulling the carriages were. Then his eyes met eyes with Blaise Zabini.

Over the summer, Harry and the Order agreed to let Blaise come back to Hogwarts to get information from him. He was to be constantly watched. Harry expected Blaise to greet and join Draco, but instead he look astonished to see him, as if he had come back from the dead. Draco smirked at him, but otherwise ignored him. The rest of the Slytherins seemed scared of him. Harry was bewildered by their behavior.

Soon everyone was settled into the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall first paid tribute to the late Headmaster. Then after a long sorting, Draco was finally interested. The Great Hall was silent as Roslyn stepped out into view. There were many gasps and whispers. Suddenly it hit him, he knew why he recognized her. Harry stared at her before looking to Hermione, "You notice it too, don't you," he asked her.

"Yeah, I do," Hermione said trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.

McGonagall spoke again and the Great Hall fell silent once more.

"This is Roslyn Adure. She is a muggle born witch and has been sorted into Syltherin House.

The Great Hall flipped. Never had a muggle born been sorted into Slytherin before. Roslyn slowly walked to the Slytherin table and grew nervous as she realized she was not welcome. She saw Draco sitting alone and quickly joined him. It was hard to believe that the most attractive people at the table were suddenly the most shunned.

Draco narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, "How could she not know," he thought.

Draco knew it would be unwise of him to interact with her for so many reasons, so after dinner he left without a word for his dormitory.

Harry, Ron and Hermione wasted no time in getting to the Headmaster's office. McGonagall explained what she knew, and they were startled when Dumbledore's portrait spoke to agree with McGonagall. Completely not thrilled, the three of them left the office. Hermione walked with them to Gryffindor Tower and stopped Harry before he walked in.

"Harry, you have your own dorm now," Hermione said.

"What," Harry said.

"Just come one, g'night Ron," Hermione said dragging Harry behind her.

As they reached the East Tower, Hermione spoke the password and she and Harry entered.

Hermione was amazed at the common room.

Harry however, was more interested in finding out who this Roslyn was as she was sitting on the common room couch in front of a blazing fire.

As she saw Harry, she looked less than pleased and excused herself saying hello to Hermione as she disappeared into the stairwell.

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