The D.A. stood around the room of requirement near Christmas, the darkened room providing shelter and warmth away from the chill that rested everywhere else.
Harry Potter had decided to teach everyone their patronus today, the lesson in which Rosie was dreading, especially with the pain resting on the back of her hand, but she knew that Harry was facing the same pain as she was.
'I must not tell lies'
'I must not listen to Potter'
'I must act like a pureblood'
'I must follow the rules'
Were a few lines that had been carved into her hand, which had actually spread up her arm like a disease, but she wouldn't back down and leave Harry to defend himself.
"Think of your happiest memory and allow it to fill you up!" The chipper voice of Harry cut into her thoughts and she removed her gaze away from her jumper covered hand.
"Happiest memory" Rosie mumbled to herself, did it have to count as her own? Because she knew everyone else's happiest moments...
"How about time you spend with me?" George suggested with a gentle smile written on his face, he wasn't joking and was actually trying to help. "Like...the Yule ball?"
"The Yule ball" Rosie repeated in a daze before a smile over took her face and she held out her wand slightly, before lowering it sheepishly and looking up at an expecting George. "Can we do it together?"
"Of course" He grinned, but before they could start a weasel had wrapped itself around them before rubbing towards the other twin, Fred. And George started laughing as he realised it was Kathy's. "Go on mate, get your mrs"
Fred rolled his eyes at his twin before he moved over to where Kathy and one of her friend was.
"Stop laughing at him, I think it's cute" Rosie cut off George's laughter, "it usually means a deep connection to the person or that they're soulmates"
"Alright then, let's do this" George turned serious before he exclaimed the spell and waved it in the air, causing a magpie to sore into the air. "Woah"
Rosie waved her wand and muttered her wand expectingly, but the blue light that had spilled faded as quickly as it came and she just nodded in agreement.
"I'm sure if you keep trying you'll be able to do it" George reassured her and she tilted her head at him slightly, offering a smile to cover up the fact that she knew that it wouldn't have worked.
Well, she couldn't perform a patronus but that was the least of her worried this year, she'd focus on happiness after this mess was over and done with.
She felt a pair of warm lips press gently against her cheek and she jolted slightly before turning to a smiling George, who then drowned her in his arms, dragging her into his jumper which she held on to by its sides.
She didn't know what she did to deserve him but she was going to soak up the time that was given to her.
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Fanfiction{COMPLETE} Harry Potter was the poster boy for hope, bravery and obviously his parents, but what about those who weren't so lucky? Meet Rosie Deaver-her father was a famous wizard for helping you-know-who and even killing his own wife, but a bundle...
