Hey everyone, this is my first serious fic, and my first Harry Potter fic. Have mercy..
Note: This is a remake of a story I started earlier. I find that it's better, and I hope you like it! Please review!!
Disclaimer: Hey, I'm not claiming anything anyway. But I own nothing in this story but my very special character, her background, looks, personality, etc. and the plot. Everything else came out of the head of the lovely British genius J.K. Rowling.
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As Harry walked through the maze of halls on this sunny day, he was reminded of his own experience here. He made his way past the entrance to the dungeons, and he thought about Snape and their many tribulations in Potions class. He strolled by the Great Hall, and reminisced upon the great times he and his two best friends shared in there. He stopped periodically throughout the school as memories flooded his mind.
But Harry halted in one particular area: the painting of the fruit that held the entrance to the kitchens. He went over and inspected the wall. He found a small scratch and ran along it with his finger. The memory was all too clear. This was the place where he met Rose Donnelly in his 5th year.
As he walked by the painting, Harry turned around to see Ron calling him. "Harry!" he shouted. "Wait for me!"
Harry stood there impatiently. "Come on! Let's get to the library quicker so we can get started on our homework sooner!" Swarms of students surrounded them as Ron came nearer.
"I know, I'm trying! There are so many students here; it's like… um…"
Just as Ron reached Harry, Harry got knocked over. He caught himself with his hands and regained his posture. He turned around to see a girl of his age on the ground. Her books were scattered about the floor and were in danger of being trampled on. Harry held out his hand. She grabbed it and pulled herself up. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going… I was talking to Padma…" she bent down, and started recollecting her books.
Harry crouched down, and assisted her. "It's okay. Really." He handed her the texts he picked up. "I'm Harry, by the way."
"Rose. Rose Donnelly." She smiled, and her sapphire eyes lit up. Harry noticed that they were a deep blue, not light and not dark. Her auburn hair fell straight down to her lower back. She was also short, probably 5 inches shorter than Harry, but she was the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. He felt something. Back then, he wasn't sure what it was, but he knew by their 7th year.
Coincidentally, Harry and Rose met in that exact spot two years later. They had been friends by then, although Harry never saw her very much. Rose held out a closed fist, and opened it to reveal a black rope with a hanging ornament, a strip of metal that looked like a fang, with a curve in it towards the point. "This necklace is very special to me, Harry. I want you to have it."
Harry held his hands out in front of him. "No, I couldn't. You said it was special…"
"But look." She took out another one. It was identical except for the fact that it was shorter. "Take this one." She slipped the rope on over his head. Harry was mixed with different emotions. Rose smiled, and tenderly kissed his cheek. She held the other necklace out as she walked away, and its sharp edge scraped the wall. It was not a big mark, but Harry could point it out from a mile away. She then put it around her neck.
He knew then. He loved her. Harry loved her. Rose moved away shortly after the rendezvous, never graduating from Hogwarts. Harry recalled everything as he fingered the keepsake that hung from his throat.
There wasn't a bad memory of Rose, except for whenever she was with Malfoy. The two somehow became good friends. Harry could tell by the way Malfoy looked at her that he felt something for her too. Then something struck him. After Rose walked away, she met up with someone in the distance. Malfoy. Could Rose have possibly let him go for Malfoy? He didn't want to think about it. He would be starting his new job soon.
Harry Potter was only 23, and he was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. It was no surprise, as Harry had experienced so much about the Dark Arts for his age. He couldn't wait. He quickly made his way to the Headmaster's office.
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