𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

thirteen | the ghost guard

TO SAY THAT ROSIE WAS WORRIED would be a ginormous understatement. For one, she was a spy! That's a lot of pressure for a 15 year old. Second, Rosie was growing. Rosie had been a generally short person for most of her life, so when her dresses and robes started getting far too short, she started panicking. It seemed as if in the span of 2 months, Rosie had grown 15 centimeters. Fifteen centimeters! So, Rosie decided that she needed a wardrobe makeover. Sadly, as a spy, she couldn't keep wearing dazzling bling-bling dresses all the time, so much of her new wardrobe consisted of darker, more mature tones, which Rosie felt was a betrayal to her true self. That's the other thing. Rosie didn't know how she was supposed to act anymore. Now that the kids of the 'light side' had started hating her, Rosie had to turn to her Slytherin, 'dark side' friends, and saw herself become snider with every letter she exchanged with Draco and Daphne. Rosie didn't remember herself being such a person; yes, she was raised by Mortie, (the personification of death) but still, Rosie always had a cute, happy-go-lucky persona that she didn't see in herself anymore. Quite frankly, it scared her. She had been thinking about what Tonks told her that night, and the more Rosie thought about it, the realer it became. Rosie was super scary. Even to herself. And Rosie didn't like that. But it had to be that way. For her safety and the safety of those she loved.

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"Are we alone?" Daphne nodded. "Wait, seriously? No squealing Pansy and Rude Tracey?"

Daphne laughed. "Yes. There's a significantly less amount of people in Slytherin, so we get less roommates. Actually, starting from next year everyone gets their own dorms."

"WHAT? We get our own dorms!" Rosie, having just returned to Hogwarts, was basking in the greatness of the green Slytherin dorms, ecstatic to be away from Grimmauld place and snobby-Gryffindors-who-didn't-like-her-but-she-was-supposed-to-protect-because-she's-actually-a-good-person-unlike-them. Still revelling at the prospect of single dormitories, Rosie plopped down onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. "Hey Daph?" Daphne hummed. "You know Vol- the Dark Lord is back, right?" Daphne raised a single eyebrow at Rosie's slip up, but nodded nevertheless. "Well, are you planning on, you know, joining his ranks?"

Daphne scoffed. "Oh Merlin, no. Definitely not. I"m not going to work for a creepy inhuman snake dude. Why? Don't tell me you are, Rosie. You of all people?"

Quietly, Rosie replied. "I helped resurrect him." At Daphne's taken abackness, Rosie hastily added, "I'm not on his side, though. I'm acting as a spy." Daphne let out a short breath and signalled Rosie to continue. "Well, you know how I'm sort of a deity?" Daphne nodded, as Rosie had briefly mentioned it to her last year. "My mind is impenetrable, unless I allow it. I'm a Slytherin with Gryffindor contacts. It works perfectly, really. I just need to gain Voldy's trust and then, well, pass information, help the captives, you know, anything. I'm just looking to see if there are any other Slytherins, who won't necessarily have to join his ranks, but can help protect Hogwarts students while pretending to do exactly the opposite. Especially when Voldy gains power."

Daphne nodded in understanding. "I think I know just the people."

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"Ok so, you're saying that you want us, me, Draco, Theo, Daphne, and you to lie right under Voldemort's crazed, insane, genius, practically non-existent nose?" asked Blaise, wide-eyed in the boys dormitory that night.

"Er, yes. That would be right." Rosie nodded.

"And we would be the only people who knew about this?" a tentative Theo asked.

"Well, I'll tell Severus, he's a spy as well, and possibly Dumbledore. Even if I don't tell him, he'll probably figure out anyway, so," Rosie shrugged.