❝ you are the knife i turn inside myself ❞ | in which rose potter used to be a good girl until she let draco malfoy corrupt her. in which hogwarts has to deal with teen pregnancy. in which voldemort wins... for a while.
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order of the phoenix...
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" their dutiful son who had undergone a rare moment of madness "
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16 SEPTEMBER ; 8:22 AM
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Breakfast in the Great Hall was overwhelming at the best of times.
Most mornings, Rose Potter could be found hidden amidst her brother and their friends with her face in her homework and her headphones shielding her ears. Today was just like most mornings... until it wasn't.
With ABBA filling her senses, Rose sang distractedly under her breath while she worked on the end of the week's Transfiguration essay. She didn't bother looking up when the morning owls swept in overhead with the daily mail — letters, packages, newspapers, and the like. Hermione looked up from her book to unroll her copy of The Daily Prophet when it dropped beside her plate. Unsurprisingly, Rose had no mail of her own to receive from her brother's owl, Hedwig. Both Remus and Sirius were busy with Order business, the Dursleys wouldn't send mail if their lives depended on it, and Rose and Harry had long ago unsubscribed from that horrible rag of a newspaper.
That all being said, she was completely unprepared for Hermione's sudden gasp of horror.
"Oh no!"
Still humming quietly, unaware of the disaster waiting ahead, Rose merely wondered, "What is it? The Prophet up to its usual sh—t?"
"Oh, Rosie."
Hermione's tearful voice was enough for Rose to look up with sudden dread. Her blood ran cold and a chill shivered down her spine as her friend shakily extended this morning's edition across the table. It didn't seem possible that anything in the news could bother her anymore, what with all the rubbish published about the Potters throughout the years, but then, she saw there — right there — written in big bold print:
