Would You Be Mine?

12. Best Laid Plans

"No no no no no no! Harry!" Rosalie screamed as she watched Harry's body slump down in front of her.

She held his face within her hands, pulling his head up so that he was level with her face, but his eyes remained closed.

She shook him slightly, willing him to wake.

"Harry don't leave me! Harry you can't!" she cried, tears filling her eyes as she waited for some sort of signal from Harry.

Any sign.

"What have you done?" the words came across the room, low and angry.

Rosalie looked up to see Penelope standing in the middle of the room, shock written all over her face.

"Wake him up Rosalie," she said, panic beginning to set in, "wake him up you stupid little bitch!"

Rosalie shook her head, unable to speak she cradled Harry's head on her shoulder, shuddering as she felt the coldness of his skin on her neck.

"Look what you've done!" she screamed at Rosalie, "you are meant to be dead, not him!"

Overcome with rage and grief, Penelope grabbed at her own hair as she collapsed to the ground, screaming at the thought of her brother now lying dead in Rosalie's arms.

For a few minutes the sound of Penelope's sobbing filled the room until she let out an angry scream.

She stood up, eyes wild as she looked at Rosalie.

"Don't touch him," she said.

"What?" Rosalie replied.

"Get your hands off him!" she seethed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, "he is mine!"

Rosalie clutched Harry tighter to her.

Even though he was now dead, she was not going to relinquish him to Penelope.

She would die trying first.

"No," she said quietly.

"Well let's fix that shall we?" Penelope replied, looking around the room, a smile appearing on her face when she found what she was looking for.

She walked over and picked up a shard of glass, clenching it tightly so that blood beginning to drip out of her hand.

"Perhaps I should finish what I started earlier? What do you say Rosalie?" she smirked at the other woman, "you killed my brother, 'tis only fair that I return the favour..."

Rosalie held on tighter to Harry.

"I didn't mean it Penelope! Why would I kill the man I was planning to marry?" she asked.

"Best laid plans..." Penelope replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Rosalie braced herself for what was to come, when she felt a slight breath on her shoulder.

She turned her head to look at Harry and gasped as she watched a wisp of black trail out of his mouth and disappear into thin air.

"Rosalie..." she heard Harry whisper, "remember the prophecy..."

Rosalie fought to remember.

'True aim to the heart, she must not miss.'

Rosalie reached up and grasped the shard that was still embedded in Harry's chest.

She hissed again as she gripped it and pulled it out of him, causing Harry to groan out in pain.

"What...what are you doing?" Penelope asked as she neared them, "leave him be! He is not yours Rosalie, leave him be!"