Would You Be Mine?

6. The Prophecy

"It's time to tell her Harry," she said, a quiet determination in her voice as she looked from Harry to Rosalie, "it's time she knew."

Harry nodded slightly, his gaze turning to rest on Rosalie and without taking his eyes off of her, he spoke to his sister.

"Why don't you go to the sitting room and wait for us?" he said.

Penelope let out a loud sigh as she picked up the skirts of her dress before retreating from behind Harry and heading to the sitting room.

Harry walked towards Rosalie, stopping in front of her to cup her cheek within his hand.

"I'll finish dressing and then leave you to your privacy," he said.

He let his hand drop and went to move away but felt Rosalie reach for his hand, looking up at him, an expression of both curiosity and worry etched on her face, her gaze firmly upon him.

"Please wait with me," she whispered.

Harry knew he had waited what he felt was already a lifetime for her.

Whatever she asked for now he knew he would most certainly indulge her.

"Of course," he replied, a small smile now on his lips.

He drew her to him, sensing her need for the reassurance of physical contact, kissing the top of her head before releasing her.

They separated, and Harry led her back into the bedroom, both dressing with Harry finishing before Rosalie.

He turned and found her pulling a simple pale-yellow dress on.

Harry walked over to her and took the zipper between his fingers and slowly pulled it up until it reached the back of her neck.

Rosalie pulled her hair into a bun and secured it as Harry retrieved her boots for her.

Both finally dressed, they stood looking at each other with Harry holding his hand out for Rosalie to take, squeezing it gently and smiling at her.

"I've got you," he said, raising their joined hands together and kissing the back of her hand before leading her out of his bedroom.

But who's got you, she thought to herself.

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The crackling fire greeted both Harry and Rosalie as they made their way into the sitting room. Penelope sat in one of the large winged chairs near the fire, the flames casting shadows on her face in the darkened room. She had a small envelope clutched between her hands but quickly tucked it away into her dress pocket as Harry and Rosalie entered the room.

Harry led Rosalie to the other winged chair, kissing her gently before he watched as she made herself comfortable. Satisfied, he moved to stand himself near the fireplace, his arm resting against the hearth above it.

He sighed heavily, ensuring he chose his next words carefully, of what he was about to reveal of his past, of himself, to Rosalie.

And he was deathly scared.

"Shall I explain it to her Harry?" Penelope's voice brought him out of his thoughts, the fire crackling the only noise in the room.

Harry thought she almost sounded delighted at the prospect of what they were about to disclose to Rosalie.

Penelope took Harry's silence as permission, so she turned her attention back to Rosalie.

"There are some things in the world Rosalie that not everybody believes in," she began, waving her hands in a sweeping gesture, "unworldly things."