An Interesting Turn in Time ◇Hogwarts Legacy × Reader× Golden Trio◇

Goodbyes & Greetings

The news of Rosalies awakening spread to the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, and it was decided that the following evening they would meet at the Burrow to plan Harry Potter's escape.

Rosalie, though, could be found early that morning slipping quietly out of the kitchen door into the misty and dewy air. She hadn't slept since she had come too, and the glowing had mostly dimmed- she was thankful for that.

She pulled the knitted shawl tighter over her bare shoulders, ignoring the wet grass as it brushed her bare feet and dampened the bottom of her simple cotton dress. She was much more focused on more important matters.

The sun shone lazily from the horizon, through the trees and misty morning, not yet hitting her skin.

The pale girl approached her destination- a plot of upturned dirt adorned with a temporary marker. The wooden cross held flowers and pictures.

She approached, eyes scanning the memorial, toes pressing into damp upturned earth. A picture of young Bill holding a baby- Ginny, she assumed by the pink knitted baby blanket. A picture of him and the twins, laughing- the ghost of which she swears she could hear if she listened hard enough.

Amongst the printed film, which was entirely motionless and muggle, (Mr. Weasley had acquired a camera some months passed), one picture stood out.

Rosalie dropped to her knees in the dirt, eyes unable to leave the photo. Bill sat on the couch, laughing down at Rosalie as she lay with her head in his lap reading a comic book. She had just looked away from the pages and up to Bill, who had been chuckling down at her while he played lightly with her hair.

She stared, eyes welling with tears. Her surroundings faded, replaced by unrelenting numbness.

"I'm so, so sorry Billy," She sobbed quietly, deciding that this moment of solitude was the time to talk to him. When the others couldn't hear.

She began to tell him everything- from what happened in the astronomy tower to what happened in her mind during the weeks of coma.

She had let it all go in their last moment, not even realizing when she knelt further down and pressed her forhead against the earth.

For two hours, she had sobbed and spoke to Bill, allowing the magic within her to tendril out- not daring to let it go more than centimeters beneath her out of fear of what she would find.

Sebastian had woken roughly an hour after Rosalie had first began her mourning, yawning lazily as he had patted his down the stairs to check on Rosalie in her bedroom.

Panic shot through him when she saw her empty bed, sobering him from his tiredness. He ran back up the stares to Ominis's room, shaking the poor boy awake.

"What," he mumbled, then shot up almost headbutting Sebastian, "What?"

"Rosalie is gone. I went to her room and her bed is cold and empty." Sebastian tossed Ominis a shirt from the floor, "Get dressed. We have to find her."

"Wait, Sebastian. Calm down." Ominis sat up, and once again using the trick he had learned from Rosalie, allowed his ancient magic to stray in search of Rose. The tendrils of magic she released usually moved slowly, throughly prodding their surroundings- but in this instance, Ominis didn't have the patience for such things.

The tendrils shot out throughout the house- testing for others. They found the sleeping forms of the others: Ginny, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Charlie and Fleur, Fred and George, Ron and Hermione...

"She's not in the house," Ominis muttered, brows furrowed.

"No shit," Sebastian snapped sarcastically.