The Black Rose

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Chapter 7: Roslyn's Secret Desire

Draco fumed as he made his way to the Slytherin common room. The Slytherins froze as he entered, enraged.

"Where is Blaise," Draco said causing the room to fall silent.

Losing patience, Draco grabbed Pansy's arm, "Where is he?"

Knowing she would pay for it later, Pansy looked into Draco's eyes seeing his anger, "In his room."

Everyone watched silently as Draco stormed into the dorms. The common room waited to hear the uproar. It was common knowledge no one ever touched a girl Draco slept with. Partly because they were scared of him, or just because they could never live up to him. Everyone in the common room knew who was in Blaise's dorm at that moment, and they feared for him.

Draco busted open the door. The sight before him enraged him further. Blaise was with Melanie, kissing her... fucking her...

Draco lost all sense of control as he grabbed Blaise and threw him into the wall.

"You bastard," Draco shouted punching him in the face repeatedly. Melanie couldn't take anymore as she clenched to the sheet, "Draco, stop please..."

Hearing her, Draco let Blaise fall to the floor as he turned around to face her. His expression turned her blood cold.

"Do not speak to me, your nothing but a common whore."

Melanie took the words to heart, looking truly hurt, "Draco, I have no choice..." she whispered pleadingly, trying to make him understand.

Grabbing her arm, Draco pulled her left wrist from beneath the sheets. He stared at the Dark Mark, black as night, burned into her skin.

Draco looked into her eyes, seeing tears falling, "I had no choice, Draco," she whispered.

"...I'll get you out," Draco whispered before turning back to Blaise.

"You will pay for what you have done," Draco said menacingly, "and if anything happens to Roslyn, I will hold you personally responsible."

Draco went to the door and said, "And tell your Lord I'll die before follow him," and he was gone.

Draco made his way back to his common room intent on finding Roslyn. On his way, he spotted Potter and the Weasley girl.

"Hey Potter," Draco said looking at Harry.

"What," Harry said stepping slightly in front of Ginny.

Draco eyed Ginny wearily, but decided it didn't matter if she heard.

"Zabini, he's a Death Eater, and could be endangering a student," Draco said watching Harry's reaction.

Harry looked at him curiously, "We know he's a Death Eater."

Suddenly very interested, Draco was glad for his hellish Legillimency training his father put him through.

Harry felt his mind being broke into. Flashes of Blaise and the club appeared before him. A Ginny worried grasped Harry's arm and he finally broke eye contact with Malfoy.

Not believing what he just saw, Draco looked at Harry, breathing heavily.

"How did you get in there?" he asked.

Harry looked at Malfoy, unable to believe he was capable of breaking into his mind so efficiently. Harry had actually become a skilled Occlumens on his own. When he left Hogwarts after Dumbledore's death, he was paranoid of those he tracked breaking into his mind... it was a matter of life and death now. Malfoy would have never known it the way he attacked his mind. His skill was off the charts. Not even Snape had so effortlessly broke into his mind, which now, Harry always kept walls around.

"I walked in," Harry said.

"And you saw...," Draco started.

"The whole thing," Harry said disgusted.

Draco looked at Harry with a little more respect than before, still not liking him though.

"If you need to know anything Potter, you know where to find me," Draco said walking away.

"What the hell was that all about," Ginny asked.

Harry looked at her loving how innocent she was, saying, "Don't worry about it Gin," and led her away.

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After collecting his thoughts, Draco went to Roslyn's door and knocked. Figuring it was Hermione, Roslyn opened the door wearing a tight shirt with off shoulder straps that barely covered her breasts, revealing also her flat stomach and fitted jeans.

"Oh, Draco..." Roslyn said blushing. Momentarily forgetting his purpose, Draco took in the excellent view.

"Knew I was coming, huh?" Draco smirked.

Looking red in the face and very irritated, Roslyn said, "What did you want, Draco?"

The smirk slowly slid off of his face as he finally looked up into her eyes, "I need to talk to you."

Sensing his seriousness, Roslyn stepped aside letting him enter. He went in and began to pace.

"You can sit down," she said.

Draco looked at her, "Do you know who you are?"

Roslyn raised an eyebrow, "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"I'm going to put this simply; you think you are muggle-born because you were left in a muggle orphanage or something right?" He said not waiting for an answer, "That's not true...I'm not sure how it all happened, but you were hidden for a reason... You were in danger because your father was a Death Eater who betrayed the Dark Lord. At least that's the only explanation I can see fitting...whoever your mother was, she knew what she was doing because the Dark Lord has no tolerance for love and would never have let Regulus Black's family live," Draco paused watching her. She looked stunned, and in severe disbelief.

"Unfortunately, the Dark Lord knows of you now and will no doubt be furious that you exist," he said, "Roslyn your blood runs as pure as mine, I can feel it, and it will spill just as red."

Roslyn looked at him scared and confused.

"You have no proof... leave, Draco," Roslyn said hurt.

Draco looked at her sharply and noticed the tears in her eyes. He took a picture out of his robes and put it on the table before letting himself out.

Roslyn picked up the picture after Draco had left and wiped the tears from her eyes. She wanted to believe him, but it was too much. Looking at the picture, Roslyn gasped.

The woman had long soft, blonde hair, and pale skin. And her face... it was so very much like her own... Roslyn turned the photo over and looked at the name... Narcissa Black, 18.

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Roslyn stared out her window, thinking for hours, barely noticing when Hermione knocked on her door. Harry decided it would be best if he wasn't there.

Harry saw how distant she was as she gazed out the window.

"Is this a bad time?" Hermione asked.

"No, just got a lot on my mind right now, what's up?" she asked finally looking at her.

"Roslyn, are you sure your muggle-born?" Hermione asked carefully.

"Why," she asked, eyes wide.

"Well," Hermione said, "Harry and I disagree... we think you are the last of an ancient pureblood family."

Roslyn looked as if she were going to pass out and suddenly jumped up and stormed out of the dorm, dropping the photo on the floor.

Hermione stood staring after her then picking up the photo... she knows, Hermione thought.

Roslyn furiously ascended the spiral staircase to Draco's dorm. She didn't even knock as she thrust the door open to find a shirtless Draco with his back to her and the sight made Roslyn stop dead in her tracks. Draco quickly turned around but couldn't hide what Roslyn had already seen. The inferi wounds.

"What is that from," she asked fearfully.

Draco looked at her darkly, "That's not something you should worry about. Your concern should be telling me why you just burst into my room."

Roslyn suddenly grew cold, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked less harshly than she felt.

"Because you didn't need to know," Draco said.

"I didn't need to know who my family was?" she asked furiously.

"Any decent ones are dead Roslyn, you have no family now, unless you want to end up like me..." Draco said quietly.

Roslyn looked into Draco's eyes wanting to understand what he meant.

"You better get back to Granger," Draco said nodding to the door, putting on a shirt and turning his back to her once more.

Roslyn took her leave joining a concerned Hermione who was waiting at the door.

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Roslyn simply avoided everyone the next few days. It still hadn't sunk in that she had a family out there. A pureblood family at that. She was angry...angry that someone took them away from her. They had not only taken that, but her identity...for so long... she had no friends or someone who loved her because of this Lord, she thought bitterly, it wasn't fair. This caused her to decide she would take part in Harry's quest to destroy him. If he had the right, so did she.

Weeks went by without any 'out of the ordinary' occurrences. The Death Eaters publicly executed a muggle in the middle of London, but it was common now. The wizarding community could no longer cover it up. The muggles were frantic about it, all over the world they feared this unknown force.

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One day at lunch, Hermione rushed in grabbling Harry.

"Harry, I've figured it out," she said dragging him to the East Tower.

As they sat down, alone in the common room, she spoke.

" 'The Lion's Last Resort,' is a metaphor. It was what Salazar Syltherin used to say to mock Godric Gryffindor when they dueled. He would only raise his wand if he had to, not wishing to hurt anyone unless it was a last resort."

Harry looked at Hermione looking as if he could kiss her.

"Hermione, that makes perfect sense, Nagini said it as I raised my wand... She is a horcrux, so she would know, right?"

"I don't know for sure Harry, but I think it's a damn good hunch," she said seriously, "I looked up where his wand is and it is buried with him in his tomb, here on the grounds. Apparently it's located under the Black Lake, there is an ancient obelisk deep in the old part of the Forbidden Forest that will take you to it."

Harry jumped from his seat knowing exactly who could help him, he just hoped she would.

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Roslyn lay back in her room thinking about Draco and that night she had seen his wounds... She never saw him anymore, he didn't even attend classes. She wondered if they could've ever had a future together had things been different. Everything about him made breathing difficult for her, and she didn't know why. Sighing heavily, Roslyn got up as she heard a hard, urgent knock at the door.

Roslyn opened her door to find a very anxious looking Harry. She chose to ignore the fact that she hadn't spoken to him since that night...

"What's the matter Harry," Roslyn asked noticing an unusual glint in his eye.

"I need your help, if you're up to it," he said.

Roslyn looked at him, "You found one didn't you?" she stated more than asked.

"Yeah, how long 'til you're ready?"

"Let's go," she said, leaving her dorm.

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