The Black Rose

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Chapter 5: The Locket

Later Roslyn ascended the tower staircase to the Head Girl's dormitory. Admiring the intricate designs on her door, she knocked softly. Hermione opened the door smiling, "Hey Roslyn," she said, "Harry and I were just talking about you." She stepped aside so Roslyn could enter.

Roslyn soon realized somehow, even though they were in the same tower, her room was more 'spacious'. It was draped in crimson and gold in a stylistic manner. Her furniture consisted of comfortable silver armchairs and a couch. Roslyn saw Harry and greeted him.

"Hey Roslyn, how was your first day?" Harry asked.

"Well, aside from Malfoy, fairly well," she said venom coating her words, "I see what you mean Harry, he's an arrogant bastard."

"Well, after you hear what I've got to say about him, your really not going to like him," Harry said.

"So Roslyn have you gone to another wizarding school?" Hermione asked.

"No, but the Headmaster left me with several reading materials and I feel quite capable of doing most spells. Somehow I was unknown to your world until the Headmaster realized I was there... I don't really now how he came to find me," Roslyn said thinking back.

Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the evening filling Roslyn in on the wizarding world's current situation. The color drained from her face as she listened to the horrible things that were occurring.

"I had no idea..." she whispered, "What is being done to stop it?" Hermione glanced at Harry and looked to the floor.

Harry looked torn, "There's nothing we can do until I find what I'm looking for."

Roslyn looked at Harry questioningly. Seeing Harry start to lose his focus, Hermione stepped in.

"When Harry was just a child, Voldemort murdered his parents to get to him. He desired to kill him because of a prophecy. A prophecy that states only Harry can defeat him, and in the final battle, one will die. However, when he tried to kill Harry, something went wrong, and it reduced Voldemort to something barely alive," Hermione said.

Roslyn was looking at Harry, taking into account he was the same age as her.

"How long have you known?" Roslyn asked looking at Harry.

"Since I was 15," Harry said, "unfortunately, there's more."

"In Voldemort's rise to power, he desired to become immortal. He shredded his soul and hid them in powerful objects, making them horcruxes. In order for him to die, they must all be destroyed," Harry said.

"How do you shred your soul," Roslyn asked incredulously.

"Murder," Harry said flatly.

Roslyn looked appalled, "and how many are there?"

"There are seven, four of which have been destroyed," Harry said.

"Do you have any idea where the remaining three are," Roslyn asked hopeful.

"Only for one," Harry said the reality of it sinking it.
Draco lay in his dormitory, his thoughts consuming him. He knew when he left Hogwarts he was dead. This reality of it began to drown him. Unless Potter actually succeeded, he had no chance.

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Silhouettes above the cradle hold me down

They won't let me go the wrong way

My mother taught me all the fables, told me how

In the end all the sinners have to pay

But...

I don't wanna live like my mother

I don't wanna let fear rule my life

And I don't wanna live like my father

I don't wanna give up before I die

They would find him... Draco cursed his father for his choices. The only thing he could do was help Potter, who he loathed. Draco looked over to his bookcase and saw the goblet that somehow got him out of the catacombs. Several times Draco had tried to get rid of it, but somehow it always ended up back on his shelf. It was as if it were drawn to the darkness...

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Several weeks had passed, the air turned cold and the leaves layered the ground. Roslyn had avoided Malfoy who seemed to never leave his room anymore. When she did see him, he was very distant, never talking to anyone. He just maintained a cold expression, never letting his emotions show.

Roslyn decided to enjoy the cool autumn day and went far out into the grounds. She made her way up a tree-covered hill and found a small clearing. She was surprised to find Harry sitting there, overlooking a steep drop off over a stream.

"Oh, Harry, I didn't know you were out here," Roslyn said, but Harry simply motioned for her to join him. She sat down on the ground, taking in the view.

It was beautiful.

"What brings you out here," Harry asked.

"Just wanted to clear my head," she said.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," Harry said. Roslyn gave a short, hesitant laugh as she picked up a vine of berries nearby and closed her eyes. Harry watched curiously as she transfigured the vine into a bottle of wine. She pulled out the cork as if she had down this many times and took a deep drink, then held it out to Harry.

They sat talking and finishing the wine. Harry was starting to feel the effects of the wine as he began to laugh.

"And you know what's really weird," Roslyn continued, "Malfoy... at the beginning of the year, he kept calling me 'Black' for some reason, maybe he thinks I'm evil," she laughed.

As Roslyn said this, the smile slid off of Harry's face. He felt like he had been doused in icy water...

"What did he call you?" Harry asked no longer laughing.

"Black, strange huh?" Roslyn said shaking her head.

Harry looked at her...that was it. That was why he recognized her...she looked just like Sirius, it was unmistakable. She was a Black, no wonder she was in Syltherin, Malfoy must have just put it together quicker. Her stunning blonde hair was the only thing out of place. She wasn't a muggleborn, she was a pureblood, and she didn't even know it. She was the only Black left.

"What," she asked Harry, noticing him staring at her strangely. Harry could feel a power residing within her he knew only too well, soon she would be able to do anything. Harry recalled something Dumbledore once said to him...

"Do you know what makes Voldemort so powerful, Harry?"

"No"

"A pureblooded wizard has the power of the ancients, that the wizards had thousands of years ago, when the world was made up of different elements. This power continues to run within their blood today. A muggleborn, while they can compete with today's magic can only do such. This is what makes a true half-blood so very powerful. You, Harry as well as Voldemort are true Half-Bloods. You have the power from two worlds. "

Roslyn had grown up in the purest form of the world of today-away from other wizards. She had learned how to use her powers of the ancients completely on her own, making her independent of a wand.

It suddenly all made sense to Harry, he had recently achieved the capabilities of wandless magic, as well as new spells and charms unheard of in the ancient world. Roslyn could only harness the power of the ancient world with precision Harry could only hope one day to achieve.

As he looked into her eyes he felt a certain connection he had never felt with anyone before. A small breeze flowed through her hair, her soft tendrils grazing Harry's skin. The very sky around them seemed to darken. Before giving it much thought, Harry took her waist and looked deeply into her eyes, curious if she felt it too and softly pressed his lips to hers.

Roslyn could feel an overwhelming force in the air...it as intoxicating and it numbed her senses. Surprisingly, the kiss deepened, and Harry allowed the momentary lapse from reality as he kissed her allowing this one moment of lust. Losing himself, Harry unclasped her cloak, revealing her skin to his touch.

The second Harry touched her, he snapped out of it, Ginny's face coming to his mind.

Roslyn opened her eyes feeling as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders and quickly raised her hand to her chest, grabbing her locked. It was hot to the touch, as if it were on fire, burning her skin. She jerked it off, and pulled her cloak back on putting the locket in her pocket.
Harry passed the next few days trying to decide how to tell Roslyn who she was. He decided he would run it by Hermione first. As Harry expected, Hermione was in shock that she didn't recognize it before.

"Harry we have to tell her, she could be in danger," Hermione said.

"Yeah, I know, but Sirius can't be her father, he would have known, she's the same age as me," Harry said, trying to find a way that she was definitely a Black.

"Come on, let's go and find her," Hermione said urgently.

"Hermione, wait," Harry said, "there's something else."

Hermione stopped, giving Harry a suspicious look, "what?"

Harry looked to the floor, "Something happened... I sort of...well... kissed her."

Hermione's face fell as Harry spoke, she sighed and finally looked at Harry, "Right now it is the last of our concerns Harry, put it form your mind. We need Ginny to stay levelheaded?we need her in this war. Forget about it Harry, we have a war at our doorstep."

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Draco stood staring out into the night on his balcony the wind blowing through his hair. Draco's eyes focused on a large figure coming towards him. It was his father's eagle owl.

"Great," Draco thought, taking the letter and tearing at the Malfoy crest.

Draco,

I am displeased with your disobedience, however, the Dark Lord is impressed you have escaped the catacombs. I don't know how you did it, but the Dark Lord has set a final task for you. This new girl, Roslyn Adure, she has something the Dark Lord seeks. Bring her to us, and you will be redeemed. Do not disappoint me. Lucius

Draco frowned ripping up the letter. He felt he knew how they found out about her so quickly...and he was not going to let it go lightly.

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