ANIMOSITY | "i never met my father, is that okay?"
Rosalyn Black lives in a world of magic, her father died before she was even born, her mother died of a broke heart when she was only two months after finding out about her lover's death. Her uncle...
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✩☆★✩☆★✩ ↯ chapter thirty ➾ moons & betrayal
ROSALYN TRAILED BEHIND EVERYONE, SILENTLY fiddling with the wand through her fingers, not only did she find out that Sirius Black was a animagus but was also a guilty man who lost half of his life in Azkaban, but a man who was her uncle.
"Sorry about the bite." Sirius apologized to the redhead, as he and Harry helped carry Ron through the tunnel of the shrieking shack. "I reckon that twinges a bit."
Ron eyes widen. "A bit? A bit!? You almost tore my leg off!"
"Now, I was going for the rat." Sirius said in defense. "Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that i make the change permanent." The of three came to a stop. "The tail I could live with but the fleas— they're murder."
They walked out from the tree and into the forest, Ron settled down on a rock, finally catching his breath, Rosalyn gazed around, placing her wand back in her pocket. Sirius looked around, taking in everything. "You better go." Ron nudged his head to the man.
Harry shook his head. "No, no, don't worry, okay?" Hermione came around and kneeled down by Ron and his wounded foot. "It's fine. I'll stay." Harry reassured.
Hermione met his gaze. "You go, we'll stay." She gestured to herself and Rosalyn. Harry looked between them before he walked away. Rosalyn walked around and crouched down by Ron, eyeing the blood. "That's looks really painful."
"So painful." Ron said peering down. "They, uh... they might chop it."
"I'm sure Madma Pomfrey will fix in a heartbeat." Hermione tells him, Rosalyn gaze shifted to Harry and Sirius down the hill. "It's too late. It's ruined, it'll have to be chopped off."
Remus crawled out the tree with a terrified Peter, the male launched onto Ron. "Ron, ha-haven't I been a good friend, a good pet? You won't let them give me to the dementors, will you? I was your rat!"
"Well now, you're a grown man." Rosalyn exclaimed pushing off the ground, glaring at the man. Peter snorted shaking and look to the right, Hermione furrowed. "Oh, sweet girl! Clever girl! Surely you won't let them—"
Remus yanked up to his feet. "Get away from her! Get away from her!" Peter cried, praying to the dark moon for some guidance. "All right, please, please! No! No! I'm weak. I couldn't help it."
Rosalyn stepped around her friends, protecting them from Peter Pettigrew, wand in hand ready to cast a spell if she needed to. That's when she began to noticed a shift in Remus eyes and the moon reflecting off his face, it was really bad timing for them. "Harry!"
