Chapter one;
Author's note; So I said I'd do it, and here it is guys. I hope you enjoy and I know the first chapter's kinda short...the rest will be longer :)
Waking up took a hell of a lot of effort, taking in the fact that Rosie could barely move any of her muscles. Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself looking around at the forest, the dirt and leaves damp against her body. It looked to be nightfall, the only light coming from the full moon hanging above the sky. The sky and stars looked like glitter had been haphazardly thrown over black fabric, and it intrigued her. Although the intrigue was there, confusion instantly filled her. Where the hell was she? What the hell was she doing there? With a tremendous amount of pain, she was able to push herself into a sitting position and fully take in her surrounding.
She was in a clearing, in what seemed to be a forest. The trees were huge and looming, covering in what seemed to be moss that was damp from the light shower falling over her. Rosie mentally kicked herself. How could she have not noticed that?
Her hands began feeling the ground around her, looking for anything that could explain where she was. She found only damp leaves, dirt and a mixture of plants. Yet, as her fingers dug deeper into the foliage, she found a wand. Just by letting her fingers trail along the smooth woods bumpy exterior, she pinpointed it must've been her wand.
"Lumos." She muttered and winced at how hoarse and scratchy her voice seemed, almost as if two stones were being grinded together in her throat. Instantly, the tip of the wand lit up, putting a faint, blue-ish hue on the part of the forest that she was still sitting.
A prickling of déjà-vu came over her and she slowly hefted herself onto her feet, something in the distant darkness catching her eyes. The Qudditch pitch. Rosie turned a bit to the left and saw the large shadowy castle, the lights making it welcoming.
The Forbidden Forest.
Rosie was in the Forbidden Forest and she had absolutely no idea how she got there. She brought her left hand to her forehead to push her long, messy hair from her eyes but instead her fingers came back sticky with blood. What the hell had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was baking peanut butter and chocolate chip biscuits with her older brothers on the farm. So how'd she get here? At Hogwarts? Especially in the Forbidden Forest?
It took her a few moments, but Rosie began to walk toward what seemed like the entrance of the forest, her right hand holding onto her wand tightly. It was the only thing that seemed familiar to her in that moment of time. Not to mention her faded jeans and red and black plaid shirt. They were familiar. Like she'd been wearing them before she got here and ended up covered from head to toe in mud and foliage. Yippee.
As she stumbled, Rosie grabbed onto a tree to keep her balance. She was definitely not scared; she'd never been scared of the forest. Okay, that may be a lie, but she wasn't scared of the forest anymore. Rosie didn't have time to be, not when she was best mates with the Marauders. Speaking of the Marauders…where were they? She knew for certain Sirius wouldn't just let her wander in the forest alone, especially since no one ever knew what was really hidden in the forest. She heard undergrowth and footsteps and she quickened her pace. She was confused and bloody exhausted for some reasons and wasn't exactly up for a fight with a creature from the forest, especially when she was in it's element.
When she'd finally stumbled her way out of the forest, she gave a happy yell, accompanied by a jump. Rosie could swear that the last few minutes spent in there someone had been following her and they hadn't even made an effort to keep quiet about it. Rosie stretched and tucked her wand behind her ear, making a mental note to wash her dirty, undergrowth filled hair. Rosie dug her hands into her pocket and began making her way back up to the castle, completely oblivious to everything happening around her.
The full moon.
Hagird's hut.
The way the night was so eerily quiet and unmoving.
She didn't notice it all as her mind struggled to fill in the continuous blanks in her memories. One of her hands made its way up to her temple, where she'd felt the blood earlier and a frown settled onto her face. Maybe that's why she'd lost her memory. Maybe everything was fine and Sirius and James were up in the common room joking about Slytherins and pygmy puffs.
If she'd been paying attention she would've noticed the big man coming up behind her, clutching a pink umbrella with a terrific dog at his heels and she also would've noticed that the last time she'd seen the Whomping Willow, it hadn't been that big or developed. She would've noticed slight changes, the way the forest looked, how things seemed to have less of a happier vibe. But she didn't notice any of it, nor did she notice the pale scars reflecting the slight light from her wand. The scars that spelled out the words "Filthy Mudblood" over and over. Nor did she recognize the memory that accompanied those scars or the people intertwined with those memories.