Chapter 9, Reconciliation
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Thought/Rose speaking
Magical items
Text from books/letters/ect.
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Quirrell was a simple case, he had to stop Rose well before she had a chance to do anything.
The scary part was that Rose confirmed that there was an Entity like being on the back of his head, and it knew about her now.
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Flashback -
Harry stood in Quirrell's office, waiting for the possibility of a fight.
"So you know." Quirrel said, dropping the stuttering.
"Yes sir, you have an Entity also." Harry said.
"Entity?" Quirrel asked, restraining himself at his Lords orders.
"Rose is my Entity, I don't know what she is exactly, but I know you have something like her."
"Show me her." Quirrel requested, putting away his wand.
"Rose?" Harry asked, looking up into the air.
Rose responded, and glowed with Lumos.
"Very well, that confirms it." Quirrel said, smirking.
"Do you know what she is?" Harry asked.
"She is like a Wraith, but not quite. Easily one of the strongest I have seen. What can she do?" Quirrel said, relaxing considerably.
"She can move objects, talk to me, give me a shield, possess people and animals, she can give me the memories of people and objects, she can do spells and manipulate my own magic." Harry answered with the short list.
"Really? Well then, here. Tell me the memories of this." Quirrel said, giving him a butterbeer.
Harry cracked it open, and took a sip, and put it down, but still touching the bottle.
"Whenever you are ready Rose." Harry said, relaxing.
Quirrel looked on in wonder as Harry's eyes went to the back of his head, which rose up. a moment later he took a deep breath, and spoke.
"You got them for half off from the Hog's Head, from a bet with Hagrid. You then lost a dragon egg to him." Harry said, and Quirrel's eyebrows shot up.
"Sir, why a Dragon Egg?"
"Very well, the dragon egg was a spare, and I know Hagrid is capable of raising it properly."
"Alright sir. Could you teach me about Wraiths?"
"In due time. I have to speak with the Headmaster here soon." Quirrel said, standing up.
"Alright sir, I will see you later." Harry said, getting up and walking to the door.
"And Harry?" Harry turned to listen.
"Do not reveal that I have the entity, and I will stop stuttering. And I will know if you have told anyone."
Harry nodded his head, and walked out the door to his common room.
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Less then an hour later, Harry was being escorted by the head boy to Dumbledore office. He was pretty sure it was because of what happened with Rose and Professor Snape. Time to get expelled already.
They were both silent as they walked, until the Head Boy knocked on a gargoyle twice, and walked off telling him to stay there.
The gargoyle slid out of the way, and the door opened.
"Please Harry, come in." A voice up the stairs said.
"Yes sir." Harry said, wanted to scratch himself. Rose tried to be inside of his body like Quirrel's Wraith.
She was able to, but it wasn't comfortable. His magic itched, as strange as that sounded.
"Harry, please sit down." The ancient voice of the Headmaster said, gesturing to a chair.
Both Snape and Quirrel were there, both standing imposingly next to Dumbledore. Funny, a few hours ago Quirrel being a strict character would have been a joke.
Harry sat down, and asked Rose to check the room.
"Now Harry, I understand that you have attacked Professor Snape..."
"It wasn't me, it was Rose." Harry said, and Dumbledore looked surprised.
"How do you...Ah. I understand. You remember...Harry my boy, Rose died a long time ago. She couldn't have done anything."
Harry stared at Snape, who sneered. He then looked at Quirrel who gave a clear look of, Don't reveal my secrets.
"She's still here. Professor, can you conjure rose petals please? A lot of them." The Headmaster looked at him in curiosity, but did so.
"Rose...go ahead." The Petals rose, and formed into a little girl. She then cast Lumos, glowing under the roses, then conjured up flames at her hands, keeping the fire from burning the petals.
"Harry..." Dumbledore said, now looking sad. A loud shrill was heard, and it somehow sounded sad. Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and a large golden bird was staring forlornly at the rose petals.
"That is just not possible. I'm so sorry, but she died that Halloween night." He said after a moment.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
All three adults looked at each other, and Quirrel muttered.
"He doesn't know?" This made looks of panic flash across Dumbledore and Snape's face.
"Harry, tell me, what do you know of your past?" Dumbledore asked uncertainly.
"I lived with the Dersleys my whole life, and my birth parents were lowlifes that died in a car crash and left me there." Harry said.
Snape's face contorted into anger, Dumbledore looked displeased, and Quirrel was mildly surprised.
Dumbledore sighed, and spoke.
"Harry, what do you know of Lord Voldamort, also called 'He-who-must-not-be-named' or the Dark Lord?"
"Who?" Harry asked, looking confused. That answered the question for Dumbledore.
he then told the tale of what happened the night Harry's parent's, and Rose, died.
"What? Rose is my sister?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Your twin. She was murdered by the Dark lord, then he turned his wand on you."
Then Quirrel spoke up.
"Well, we don't know that for sure. But that is the leading theory."
"You get it now? You are a celebrity, everyone in the wizarding world would love to do nothing more then to lick your boots." Snape said sarcastically.
Harry and the still animated Rose stared at Snape, and Rose lit herself on fire, burning the rose petals into grey smoke that filled the room.
Snape had his wand out, and dispersed the smoke, right as he felt heat come near him.
She stopped moving, and the flaming hand stayed away from him.
"Professor, I would recommend not angering Rose." Harry said, his eyes in deep concentration, begging Rose to leave the man alone.
Snape muttered "Avada Kedavra" Then Rose was flung across the room, and Harry screamed in pain with Rose.
Both Snape took a step back when they caught a glimps of Rose, as she appeared in the visible spectrum for a split second, snarling.
It was as if she was a mass of black string, but emitting power and rage.
Dumbledore shot a red spell at where Rose was, and she just stopped. Harry could feel her, and it was like she was sleeping.
Harry then realized she was knocked out.
Dumbledore flicked his wand a few times, and the damage around the room was fixed.
"Alright. We need to do something about this." Dumbledore said calmly.
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Well folks, last chapter for a while. I write about a page and a half every other day on , and this is an on-going fic.
