Rose Weasley and the Time Turner

A not-so-happy-ending

"Rosie!! Rosie!! Wake the hell up!!!" Someone was shouting at her, and it sounded like Al..

But Is that possible? No, she got to wake up and help him, or the f.cking basilisk would eat him.

After struggling for about three seconds, Rosie finally managed to stand up.

She looked beside her, expecting to see anyone but Al.

But there he was, red faced, sweating and right.next to her.

"Oh,Al, i knew you'd come back!"Rosie exclaimed, gasping for air.

"We'll have time for that later, for now, how about helping me to attack this evil woman?"

Al said, not unkindly.

Rosie looked toward the basilisk and realize, shockingly, it was lying on the floor, motionless.

"AL, did you-"

"Yes I did"

"But how-"

"We'll talk later, focus!"

Rosie turned her attention back to Lestrange.

The old woman was surrounded by four first years, five, including Rosie. She suddenly realize that she'd had been dead if it wasnt for her loyal and protective friends.

Grabbing her wand from the cold floor, she realize that it was full of basilisk blood. Disgusting, she thought, staring at the blackened blood.

"Oh, come on Rosie. Just pick it up. We need help here!" Laura called while bending down as a deadly curse flew past her.

"Stay strong! I'M coming!!"

Rosie wiped the blood on her school robe and joined the battle.

She sent curses and jinxes flying toward lestrange, about two times her spell found it's target,and gave Lestrange another cut or bruise.

"Rosie! Behind you!!" Ly called out

The battle was a mess, curses and jinxes were flying everywhere. And as far as Rosie was concerned, neither of the sides seemed to be gaining an advantage which was both good and bad.

If they don't beat Lestrange quickly, they're going to run out of strength but speeding up the process was hard because all of them were just first years. And Lestrange was a advance witch, with years of dark art training.

"You bitches want to kill me? Not so easy~!" Lestrange hissed, sending five curses flying to all directions.

Everyone bent down, except for Al, who didn't have time to.

"AL!" Rosie shrieked "NO!"

Al was shocked, but he soon reacted. Not having enough time to bend down, he grabbed a silver sword that Rosie hadn't realize was there and placed it in front of him.

The sward was thin and long, and it seemed light and weak.

Rosie almost banged her head on the floor, like what the hell was Al thinking, he thought that the sword can block the deadly curse? How could he be so stupid?

The green light met the surface of the sword, and then, it disappeared! Like it was nothing more than oxygen. Rosie gasped, but quickly shot a curse to Lestrange before the woman could come back from shock.

"Sh.t!" Lestrange cursed, as the pink spark blew a hole right in Lestrange's hand.

Rosie thought it was going to stop the witch from fighting back, but Lestrange was more stubborn than Rosie could have ever thought. After being hit on her wand-hand, she picked up her wand lightly with her left hand instead and kept fighting.