𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 - 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘰

VI. ❝This ones mine!❞

❝This ones mine!❞

Rosalyn Adore Rosier Ϟ

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦, woke the two girls up, Marlene sits up straight, a feeling of nausea taking over her body.

Blood splatters against the sand, as she coughs, her hand pressing against her chest, "Adore!" She coughs, reaching out to grab the brunette.

"Your okay, Marly" She reassures, pushing Marlene's hair from her face.

"I can't feel my heartbeat" Marlene squirms, her eyes frantic, Rosalyn gives her a small smile.

"You haven't got one, it's alright" She smiles, standing up, Marlene watches in horror as Rosalyn cracks her back, wiping the blood from her mouth.

"What the hell are you on about?"

"Your dead, Marly, only temporarily of course but still dead, it's the easiest way to get here, can't exactly get to the land of the dead with air still in your lungs" She chuckles, offering the Gryffindor a hand.

"I'm dead?"

"Come on, Marly, if I told you you wouldn't have came! Plus it's totally reversible, it's just a 24 hour thing until we get back to the land of the living, alright?"

"Fine but you owe me big time for this, Rosie" Marlene stands, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

The ocean seemed to the darkest shade - without being Black, the sand almost a pearly white, littered with small black rocks.

"Where are we?"

"The rocks of the remorseful, mostly the ones who haven't yet finished their sentence in hell" Rosalyn replies, bending down to pick up a small black pebble.

"Like who?" She asks, watching as Rosalyn's rock skips across the ocean.

"Mostly child killers, rapists, the inexcusable" Rosalyn shrugs her shoulders, "quite an ironic name really, must be some backwards science, all those who feel no remorse stay here until there sentence in hell is finished" She continues.

"Merlin, what are we doing here?" Marlene says, watching Rosalyn throw another rock.

"Usually we start off at the holy hole, where all the dead come, you lay before the gods and the gods decide where you will go" Rosalyn begins to walk, her boots leaving prints in the sand.

"Gods?"

"You didn't think they was just one did you?" She smiles, "They all sit in a row, Jesus, Allah, Odin - you name them, they are there, all working in unity, whoever the individual believes in makes the decision" Rosalyn sighs.

"Do you know what Evan chose?"

"Merlin, I wish I did, would probably make this easier - could've gone straight there, but we'll have to take a different route to my dearly beloved" She continues, her eyes begin to water, as the light shines from above, "You see that tiny figure? That's someone, heading into the holy hole" Rosalyn points out.

"This feels unreal" Marlene whispers, staring at the light in awe.

"It almost is" Rosalyn chuckles, beginning to walk once again, "Come on, we only have 24 hours after all" She smirks.

"How do you know your way around here so well?"

"My parents - as you know, are strict on pure bloods tradition but we are also from the Noble House of Black, the ancestors from Merlin and many other great Slytherins, the darkness that people are so scared of has always been taught to us" She begins, leading Marlene through a forest full of black wood and red lined leaves, "We've taught how to bend it, to use it to our advantage, we sculpt the darkness and use it for however we see fit!" She exclaims.

"Killing the Ghoulie? Me and Sirius learnt that at the age of five, the map of the dead? I could draw it before I knew how to write my own name" Rosalyn winks, as Marlene gawkes at her.

"The Black curse, is it true?"

"Depends, if you think it's truly a curse or a gift given from the Gods" Rosalyn shrugs, her hand falls down in front of Marlene, ordering her to stop.

Rosalyn brings a finger up to her lip, instructing the girl to stay quiet, it's only then that Marlene notices the noise.

"Blacks, Blacks, Blacks..."

It seems to get louder the more she concentrates, until all she can hear is the chanting of women in her ear, "Blacks, Blacks, Blacks..." they continue.

"Run"

Marlene follows after Rosalyn, who darts between tree and bush, skirts getting caught on nettles but neither stop as the fabric is torn or blood is drawn.

Rosalyn let's out an unearthly cackle, and if Marlene wasn't so frightened of the chants she would've been of Rosalyn.

"Blacks! Blacks! Blacks!"

Watching Rosalyn dive into a lake of Black, has Marlene holting, the water splashes her face, as she tried to catch an unnecessary breathe. Her eyes don't register that no bubbles was coming to the surface, as panic begins to fill her.

"Blacks! Blacks! Blacks!"

The jump causes more rips to Marlene outfit, but with the salt water filling her lungs she doesn't notice, she struggles to fight her eyes open as wet wire like creatures grab at her limbs.

The darkness seems to take over her vision, her legs begin to calm, no longer bothering kicking - or her arms failing to swim, as she notices she wasn't even drowning to begin with.

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"Move out! This ones mine!"

Rosalyn eyes slam open, she scans the room quickly, sitting up in her water soaked outfit, "Marly, you alright?" Is the first thing she asks.

"What in the hell was that?" The blonde whispers, reaching to grab Rosalyn's hand.

"Don't worry, we made it" Rosalyn smirks, jumping off the bench.

She glances at the people surrounding her, all gawking at the two school girls, their skins pale as snow, faces almost emotionless.

"Rosalyn Riddle, at last we meet"

Gasps fall out of the mouths of the dead, all whispering words to another, others try and push to the front, "lemme see her! I wanna see her!" One yells.

Rosalyn stares at woman who spoke her name, standing tall with sleek Black hair falling down to her hips, a dress of pure green velvet - with little ripples on the edges.

She didn't need to the a genius to recognise the woman, not by the way she spoke or the clothes she wore and especially not by the features of her face.

"Oh mother, I thought you would've prepared a party?"