Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Fifteen

The next day would have a scowling Rosalie walking along the halls with Ronald and Hermione bickering back and forth. They exit and head down a slope as Ronald speaks up. "I find it astonishing that someone who prides herself on being so logical can be in such denial."

"Rosalie. Will you explain to your friend Ronald that he has absolutely no proof whatsoever that my sweet, unassuming cat ate his shabby, decidedly decrepit rat." Hermione states looking at Rosalie.

"Rosalie was there! She'll tell you how it was. Go on, Rosie, tell her." Ronald ordered and with that Rosalie stopped, her eye twitching in annoyance.

"No, I won't. Know why? Because I don't care about your stupid rat!" Rosalie cried to Ronald and then turned to Hermione. "I don't care about your stupid cat! I've got a few other things on my mind right now!" Rosalie shouted.

"Really? Wasn't you who would have had to roll under a bed last night to avoid getting cut to ribbons! A person could die being your friend, Rosalie!" Ronald shouted. The girls jaw popped open slightly before she regained herself.

Ronald stops, wishes he could take it back. They all wish he could.

"That's fine Ronald, because we aren't friends." Rosalie states with a smirk. "I'm kind of over your continuous jealousy of me and I'd wish you'd both leave me the hell alone." Rosalie finishes before continuing down the slope. The two not following as their eyes are wide with shock. "God, I hate them."

Rosalie soon came to see Hagrid patting Buckbeak, who started squawking when he had seen the young girl. The nice, brave, and sweet girl.

"Rose." Hagrid greets. The young girl smiles as she climbs in and has her chat with Hagrid, telling him about her days, about Hermione and Ronald and just everything. Except about what she was.

And when it was finally time to rest. Rosalie let her head fall onto the pillow and her eyes drift close. Her dreams filled with images of her heroism, the thing that Dumbledore would force upon her. Though a darkness fought them away.

With a soft gasp Rosalie sat up from her bed, she saw the morning rays seeping in slowly. She closed her eyes again as she felt them change to the vibrant gold and the veins run down her face. She needed blood again.

Falling back onto the bed she turned away from the other girls and looked at the bleak wall. She took breaths in as she calmed her urges, before hurriedly getting ready for the day. She kept her hair down as she ran down the stairs, her eyes still glowing gold.

She needed to find the twins and fast. Thankfully the two boys made their way down first, the pair having a grand idea for a prank that morning. But that plan was soon pushed back when they saw the hungered vampire.

The two boys looked at each other and nodded. George walked over to her first followed by Fred. Both grabbing an arm as they hauled her out of the common room and down to the kitchens.

As soon as they were in front of the portrait, George tickled the pear. With a slow creak the three went inside. Dobby the house elf saw Rosalie taking slow breaths, her bright gold eyes glowing in the dim light, veins running down her face and her fangs protruding from her gums.

Dobby instantly snapped a bag of blood in front of the girl. She snatched it out of the air and sank her teeth into the bag. A moan of delight leaving her throat as she finished the bag. Another appearing in front of her and she drained that one as well.

It was hard being what she was and not being able to have access to blood when she needed it. That pesky Headmaster had been having the portraits watch her every move. They'd report everything to him no matter how small the thing she did was. The only portraits she trusted were the ones aligned with the snake's.

"How you feeling?" Fred asked as George went over to get something for himself and his brother to eat.

"Better." Rosalie answered. Fred nodded happily as he walked her over to the counter and sat her on his lap. Rosalie snuggling into his chest as he and George started eating. At some point Rosalie was passed over to George as he held onto her and she sighed and snuggled into his chest.

Both boys doing it so that they both could have their breakfast. When they finished, Dobby handed them their school bags. The three going to their respective classes. George and Fred escorting her to her class, speaking in hushed tones.

"See you at lunch." Fred whispered. Rosalie smiled and nodded her head. George leaned down and kissed her forehead followed by Fred.

The two leaving her to go to her most hated class.

Now sitting down in the class Rosalie gazed into the crystal ball her face reflecting the mist within, so that their very skin seems to be made of smoke. Rosalie took note of how the supposed golden trio were conspicuously sitting apart.

"Crystal-gazing requires that you clear the Inner Eye. Only then, will you... See." Trelawney starts before she stops in front of Rosalie's. "Oh my, what do we have here...?" As Trelawney eyes Rosalie's crystal

Rosalie sighs. "Here we go again. It's the Grim! It's the Grim!" Rosalie hears Hermione growl. Trelawney looks to her.

"My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shrivelled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave." Trelawney states. Rosalie's eyes widen in shock hearing those words.

She turns to see Hermione stunned she tries to make a remark but seems incapable of a single word. Rising gracelessly, she exits, knocking her crystal ball to the floor. Rosalie watches as the crystal ball rolls slowly out the doorway...

"'In late spring, one of our number will leave us forever!' You knew, Professor! You saw." Rosalie hears Lavender shout.

"On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Brown." Trelawney states shaking her head.

Rosalie puffs some air out from her lips praying for the time to go faster.

As the students exit, Ronald, walking separately from Rosalie, she watches as he turns to Neville. "She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see..." Ronald states. He takes a glance at Rosalie. Only to see a harsh look in her eyes and her lips turned into a sneer.

He quickly rushes away from her. Rosalie watches him go, along with the others, then spies Hermione's crystal ball lying on the landing. A devious smirk goes across her face as she feels the necklace hum.

Walking back into the classroom with Hermione's crystal she sets it on its stand. Rosalie starts to leave when the smoke in the crystal suddenly darkens. Leaning close, Rosalie watches the shape that appears. It is unmistakable: Sirius Black. Just then, a shadow crawls the glossy surface of the crystal and a hand snatches Rosalie's shoulder. She turns quickly reading to attack when she sees the old fraud.

"Professor Trelawney," Rosalie starts but the woman suddenly gasps.

"He will return tonight..." She gasps, Rosalie has a frown resting on her face.

"Sorry?" Rosalie asks.

"Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the servant shall break free. He and his Master shall be reunited. It cannot be prevented." She gasps her voice hollow. Trelawney smiles savagely... then her head falls forward. When it rises, she blinks, eyes the hand that lies upon Rosalie's shoulder. Her hand.

"So sorry, dear girl. Did you say something?" The woman asks. Rosalie almost laughed, she smelt the flakiness in the little speech she gave, it also had the undertones of Dumbledore's powers. Rosalie growled as her fangs extended.

"No. Nothing. You crazy woman." She muttered leaving the classroom and going to her next class.