Blood ━ Harry Potter (1)

VI. HAUNTED HOUSE

CHAPTER SIX.
HAUNTED HOUSE

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         Like Rosalie had said, it didn't take long to reach the empty house. She had walked to the place many times, and knew how to get there quietly and quickly, reaching the place before the sun could shine at all. When they got there, Harry went first with his two friends following, Rosalie taking the back. She could see that Hermione didn't like as she kept glancing at the girl.

         They walk down the main hallway that had many cobwebs and dust. Then, a gust of cold air swept through the house, their tongues curled back into their mouths and something shifts in the shadows at the end of the hallway. Rosalie stepped forward to see the corpse of Dumbledore, it raised its wand towards her and then stopped. The corpse shrunk back and disappeared, like it was never there to begin with.

         "What was that about?" Ron questioned once everything went back to normal.

         "Mad-Eye's doing, I'd guess," Hermione said, "In case Snape decided to come snooping."

         Then, they heard the floorboard creak, causing all of their heads to turn. Hermione lifts her wand, "Homenum revelio."

         Once nothing happened, she lowered her wand and began to explain, "It's a spell to reveal human presence."

         Everything turned back calm. Hermione moved towards Ron, who shuffled closer to the girl, and Rosalie rubbed her arms to stop the chill bumps. She stood back from the group, looking at the walls covered with spiders and other little things to signal how vacant it had been in the two years of Sirius' death.

         "I'm going to head to bed," Hermione announced, "Rosalie and I could share a room and you two could stay together, alright?"

         The three nodded at the statement, Rosalie still searching for the one thing that brought the four of them to the house. "Rosalie?" her attention stopped when she saw Hermione staring at her, "Are you going to come with me?"

         "In a moment," Rosalie answered, "I think I'd like some time to look around."

         She nodded, and everyone left her as they carried themselves up the stairs. Rosalie went to living room, which looked too ghostly for the name, and saw a pile of parchment on the coffee table. She took one of the slips, taking a muggle pen from her pocket (thank Hermione for leaving it there on accident) and started to write.

         Everything's fine. Got out alright with the two I needed to be with. Had to Obliviate two of us to keep my cover, and they don't suspect a thing. Don't worry.

         Rosalie x

         She finished writing before crumbling up the parchment and bringing it close in her hands. It was too dangerous to find a bird, no, and she didn't have one. Rosalie went to the fireplace of the room, bringing some of the Floo Powder and sprinkling some of it onto the letter.

         "Malfoy Manor," she whispered, watching the green flames ignite, engulfing the fireplace before disappearing – the letter gone with it. She sat back into one of the sofas, closing her eyes and taking a breath, letting all the guilt of the day reel in.

         Every day she had to take time to look back on the events of what happened. Letting all of the horrible things that she was connected to override her, letting her subconscious tell her how terrible of a person that she was. Rosalie hated it, but she needed it. She already knew it. It was for reflection, it was to remind herself to never love Voldemort or believe in him.