Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Eleven

The next night Rosalie and Jeremy sat in the common room, Rosalie scanning over the potions book. Jeremy reading the Prophet, wanting to keep up to date with everything happening in the wizarding world.

Neither pay any attention to the Weasel and Granger. The two still not understanding that Rosalie gave two shits about them. "Have to admit, thought I was going to miss that last one. Hope Cormac's not taking it too hard." They heard the Weasel say.

Behind her book, Rosalie rolled her eyes, Jeremy scoffed, as he turned to the next page, laying his head on Rosalie's lap.

"Has a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac." Weasel states.

"He's vile." Granger responds. The Wesel considers this, then glances across the room at Lavender.

Rosalie says nothing as she looks at a spell written on the pages of the Potions book. 'Sectumsempra. For Enemies.'

"Hmm," Rosalie hums, her eyes alight with mischief. Jeremy sees the look on her face as she traces a finger over the words.

"I'd like to know just whose book that was." Granger says suddenly leaning towards Rosalie.

Speeding away from the girl, Rosalie and Jeremy are now standing behind the couch they were sitting on. "I think not, Granger." Rosalie growls, her eyes now narrowed on the girl. Her eyes sharp with annoyance.

"Why not?" She asks.

"It's... old. The binding is fragile." Rosalie says with a smirk.

"The binding is fragile?" She questions back. Rosalie shrugs before turning away and going to her rooms. 

"The binding is fragile?" She questions back. Rosalie shrugs before turning away and going to her rooms.

"I think it best we leave this area Jeremy." Rosalie says.

"I agree, I might have to hurt them again." Jeremy stated, growling at the two humans. Rosalie just turned and made her way to their room.

The next morning, Rosalie, Neville and Jeremy walked through the main street of Hogsmeade, all the students lean into a bitter wind, trudging through deep snow. Rosalie was quite content until Granger and the Weasel came bounding over to them.

"For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it..." Granger starts. "And you have no desire to find out who The Half-blood Prince is?"

"I didn't say I wasn't curious." Rosalie responds. "Even though this has nothing to do with you I have already figured it out, and I've spoken to them," Rosalie states as they stop. "They have given me permission to use this book, as long as I perform no spells that are in the book on others. Happy."

Granger blinks her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. 

"Now if you two don't mind we are trying to have lunch so stop being annoying and leave us and Rosalie the hell alone." Neville states grabbing Rosalie and pulling her away, leaving the two in shock. Jeremy smirking as he followed Rosalie and Neville. As Neville dragged Rosalie, she couldn't help but point something out to the boy.

"You do realise, you just stood up against Granger and the Weasel correct?" Rosalie questioned.

Neville stopped, and blinked, his mouth agape. "I just stood up to them and told them they were annoying." Neville said in a panic.

Rosalie patted Neville's back as in panicked. "Why are you panicking, they won't do anything to you." Jeremy states to the boy.

"But..." Neville starts.

"But nothing, you stood up to them like a true Gryffindor, you stood up against some of your own housemates that's courage." Jeremy says to the boy. "Anyway had you not said or done anything, they wouldn't have left us alone. So well done Heir Longbottom." Jeremy says before going ahead of them, his eyes watching and observing.

"I'm proud of you Neville." Rosalie whispers. Neville smiles softly to his god-sister before linking arms and walking down the street again.

The two walked in silence as they enjoyed the crisp white snow that fell from the sky. Only to land in their hair leaving flecks of white in their hair, Rosalie's harder to see, seeing as her hair was a lighter blonde now. Her aunt wanting it to match her ethereal looks.

"Hey Rosalie, the twins, they became hybrid's right?" Neville asked suddenly.

"Yes, they did, why do you ask?" She questions him.

"Do you think they'd help me into turning into one?" He questioned, throwing Rosalie off, her eyes now wide in shock.

"Neville, if you are asking to turn into a hybrid like the twins, you must realise that we feed on humans to keep our strength, you'd be almost killing someone, and it takes a long time to even be able to control yourself." Rosalie states to the boy. 

"I know the risks, I've already spoken in length with Fred and George, I just want your opinion." Neville says with a shrug.

Rosalie turns her head away and looks forward. "Are you prepared to say goodbye to those you love, outlive them never seeing them again, are you prepared to take peoples lives, are you prepared to sacrifice the life you have now for a life of hatred by people we call friend?" Rosalie asks the boy.

Neville looks froward seeing the life in front of him, the people he knows, the people who care and love him. "I'm prepared, my parents are gone already, my very small friend group will outlive me, and I know the issues I have with taking a life, and I'm prepared to overcome it."

Rosalie nods. "Then you have my permission, but wait till we are out of school, let us celebrate your humanity for this one last year."

Neville smiles and hugs Rosalie tightly. "Thank you for being my sister and listening to me."

"Thank you for being apart of my first family," she says hugging back tighter.

When her smiled turned into a smirk, now another light wizard was joining her side, not Dumbledore's slave anymore. Her god-brother was safe now from that old fool. No longer will he be shunned; no longer will he be bullied and no longer will he be used for that stupid greater-good bull. 

The game will end soon. And she will be the winner.  She will reign Victorious.