Miss Independent

She never asked for a boys help, or took it when offered. To her boys were friends not boyfriends. She dreamed about potions and quidditch, boys dreamed about her. She is miss independent.

My feet touch the ground and I'm surrounded by my teammates from Gryffindor, I had just caught the golden snitch of the first game of the year. Being the only girl on the team, and the top seeker since Harry Potter, earned me respect. But not as much as never showing the slightest interest in a boy, besides as a friend. James the team caption, and also her cousin, along with Bryce, a beater, lifted me up onto their shoulders in triumph. I laugh as they hoop and holler before joining in, pumping my arm in the air.

We spend the night partying in the common room where James had managed to sneak in some fire whisky. I drink Teddy who is know for holding his liquor under the table before I go off to bed, not even drunk. I run a comb through my straight fire red hair, wipe off the minuscule amount of of dark blue metallic eyeliner from my face, and brush my teeth before changing into plaid shorts and a yellow t-shirt before passing out in my bed.

The next morning I change into skinny jeans, a tight black v neck, and my quidditch jacket, with my favorite leather boots, along with signature eyeliner that makes my light blue eyes pop.

"Rose! The boys are waiting for you, and they're annoying the hell out of me!" My best friend Siren yells from the common room as I take the last step to see the smirking Gryffindors and a few Slytherins.

"Bye Si, I'll see ya' later." I say as the boys conform into a glob with me in the front. Scorpius and Al are flanking me on either side as we enter the dinning hall but then head off to Slytherin table. As the rest of us settle in at Gryffindor, at my normal seat a little black velvet box sits in the middle of the plate. Everyone at the table watches me intently as I lift the lid of the box to find the golden snitch on a gold chain. I know it's the one from last night because as soon as I touch it yesterday's date pops up on it. The wings are wrapped around the chain delicately, I clasp it behind my neck, the cool metal hanging at the hollow of my throat. A present from the team.

"Thanks guys." I say and they nod their mouths' full of food. I started eating an omelet that was filled with ham, spinach, and bacon.

After breakfast I separate off with Siren and head to Ancient Runes class. We sat in the back of the class by a window that showed the womping willow.

"Class," Professor Knight started, "I would like you to translate the third paragraph on page 274. And for homework I would like you to translate a the next chapter in your muggle book. forty extra point for two chapters." Siren and I crack open our big leather bound books and start translating, and thanks to our vigorous studying, we could translate without looking at the key saving us loads of time. So that we can start on our homework, i bring out my worn copy of Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy by a muggle named Ally Carter and start to translate the fifth chapter. The point in the translation is so that we have a whole book done before the end of the term that is completely in runes. For her project Siren is translating the second Percy Jackson book. Sea of Monster's or something. My hand moves across the parchment quickly, with my self inking quill, a birthday present from Uncle George. Class ends and we head off to potions. Taking her seat across the room with Lily Potter, Siren waved goodbye, and I walked over to my seat next to Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey partner" I say bumping him with my hip as I sit down.

"Hey Rose. Did you bring an extra quill? I forgot mine in divination." he asks and I draw out a bright blue one and hand it over to him.

"Thanks Rosie" he says and I go cold. Grabbing his shirt I make him look at me dead in the eye.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. Rosie." I growl before shoving him back to his chair. The teacher clears his throat,

"Today we will be making Draught of Peace. Can anyone tell me what that is?" Mine and Scorpius's hands fly up.

"Miss Weasley?"

"Draught of Peace relieves anxiety and agitation." i say promptly bored.

"Ingredients, Mr. Malfoy" Scorpius looks up from the picture he was drawling utterly confused. I cast a spell so that the words pop up on his drawing,

"Umm, powdered moonstone, powdered porcupine quils, powdered unicorn horn, syrup of hellebore, and valerian root." he says and Mr. Waynewright turns back to the board,

"Next time Miss Weasley don't give him the answers. If Mr. Malfoy decides not to pay attention next time I'll enjoy watching him fumble like a idiot." The class sniggers, I stand up annoyed and look at them,

"You have a problem?" I ask and they all start to find their quills very interesting. Scorpius pulls me back into my seat giving me a warning look. As Mr. Waynewright go on with the instructions. I pull out my silver pestle and mortar and get to work grinding up the ingredients. By the time I'm done a silver vapor is coming out of my cauldron, so I pull out my well worn sheet of parchment that has the recipe for my own potion, a potion that will make your body change as you will it if you add the right ingredients. i run through my list, in the room of requirement I had a cauldron of the basic poly juice potion that in theory if I added certain extra ingredients that it would physically change my body once I drank it. The extra ingredients I was going to add was, ice blue dragon eyes, snow, blue unicorn hair, and dragon scales for strength. Scorpius who had just finished his potion looked over at my parchment.

"What's that?" he asks as I shove the paper into my bag.

"Extra credit" I say as the bell rings and I jump up and join up with Siren,

"It's going to be ready tonight Si, I'm so nervous. What if this backfires? I mean like deadly backfires?"

"That's why I'll be there to run you to the clinic before you could recite your favorite quote. Now stop worrying. You're a potion genius. I'll see you tonight." she says separating from me and into her next class.

Time skip!

I sneak through the corridors wearing sweats and a sleep shirt so I have the excuse of sleep walking if I am to get caught. The doors of the room of requirement pop up in front of me as I approach them. I carefully pull them open and step into the well lit room where Siren is holding two mugs, the plan is if I don't die that she drinks the potion too. She even collected her own ingredients. Green cat eyes, red unicorn hair, snow, and dragon scales.

"Let's do this." I say as she ladles the sludge looking potion into a mug and I drop my extra ingredients in stirring them in,

"Bottoms up." I say gulping down the mixture. As the contents reach my stomach it feels as if someone lit a fire in me, my insides cramp and crunch together putting me in pain. I feel myself about to throw up and I grab a bucket from the corner before spewing. After about five minutes of this I wipe my mouth and slide down the wall my life fading to black.