❝I'm in a box. But I'm the one who locked me in, suffocating. And I'm running out of oxygen.❞
( deathly hallows )
( plot credit: -patronus )
( r. allen book one )
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CHAPTER TWELVE. DEATHLY HALLOWS
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"We need to talk," Rosalie heard outside the tent, the demanding voice of Hermione Granger causing her to stir.
The Allen girl just wanted to stay in her bed all day, reading Dumbledore's journal in peace until they decided to move again. Sadly, she knew that Hermione had something important to say and that she couldn't miss it.
"I want to go and see Xenophilius Lovegood," Hermione said as Rosalie walked outside, squinting her eyes at the sunlight.
"Sorry?" Harry asked the Granger girl, giving a smile to Rosalie once he noticed her there, one that she returned.
No, she cursed herself, don't smile. Don't smile at him and be nice, don't become friends with him, it will only hurt more later...so don't.
"See this?" Hermione turned the book in his direction, "It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald. Look at the signature. It's the mark again." Rosalie went over to the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. "It keeps cropping up. Here. In Beedle the Bard. In the graveyard in Godric's Hollow – what?"
"Jesus," Harry muttered to himself, not noticing that the others heard him, "It was there too."
"Where?"
"Outside Gregorovitch's wand shop. On the alley wall..." Harry trailed off.
"But what does it mean?" Ron asked, and Rosalie rolled her eyes at that.
"It's the Deathly Hallows, you idiots," she looked at them, "You know? The Invisibility Cloak...Elder Wand...Resurrection Stone...come on, haven't you read the story before?"
"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked, slightly offended by her comment.
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to have heard of it, being a muggleborn and all, but Ron surely should've. It's a wizard fairy tale, my mum read it to me sometimes before she died," Rosalie looked down with pained eyes, recalling the memory of her mother.
Hermione huffed, "Harry, you don't have a clue where the next Horcrux is. And neither do I. But this, this means something. I'm sure of it."
"Well, of course, it does. Saying that these are real, if one obtains all these items, they become the Master of Death," Rosalie rolled her eyes again, "Something Grindelwald wanted...something Dumbledore also wanted at one point."
"Can you tell us anything else about it, Rosalie?" Harry asked her kindly.
"No, I don't have the story anymore. It burned in a fire my father set with every item that belonged to her," Rosalie muttered, a hatred burning in her for her father. Even though he was dead, she still felt such a hatred for him.
