AN: I've had this story sitting on my phone for god knows how long. It is actually an uploaded note from my previous data that I never bothered writing. I usually write for General Audiences with dash of humor and light angst. I'm no pro, just really an amateur writer who enjoys this fandom a lot. So I hope you guys enjoy this short 10 chapter fic as well :)
Cross posted to AO3 under the same penname: robdrobot
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the HP fandom especially JKR's works. And any mistakes I own up to since I don't have beta.
Chapter 1
What the darkest wizard doesn't know.
Is that love is the most powerful magic of all.
What the darkest wizard doesn't know.
Is that love is the most powerful magic of all.
"Wake up my darling" Coo so sweet it tinkles in her ear. Like the soft chimes from grandmother's porch.
"Wake now my flower." The voice sang again, now in a resonating rich voice. Purring lowly at her.
She wish to swat away the buzzing, 'Go away bees' she wanted to say. Even though she knows it's no bee she hears.
The faint smell of roses invade her senses. It smelled lovely, it smelled like home.
"WAKE UP!" she suddenly sprang with a gasp, clearly startled.
She was standing in the middle of a garden, she realizes. Rows and rows of crimson rose hedges, no wonder the scent engulfs her very lungs. The place was foreign, but surprisingly she feels no threat.
Foreign yet familiar. She explored the garden, a romantic maze of roses and Grecian statues. As the farther she wanders, she winds up in a labyrinth. There she sees a fountain at the end of one channel.
Birds were heard chirping, singing sweet melodies as she walks casually towards the fountain.'Better than those meddling bees' she thought. However, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Her feet, now aware of its bareness, suddenly are sopping wet. Water was slowly rising from the grassy pavement, and in her panic she runs toward the fountain.
Suddenly waist deep in water, she tried to grab on to something, anything. But the rose bush nicked her with its thorns and the marble stone statues were slippery to touch. With no choice she struggle to get to the fountain even closer. Didn't matter if the water was coming from its well. Perhaps she could stop the sudden burst of water from there.
As she reach it suddenly instead of the stone basin she grabs hold at a wooden bench. "Careful Rosie" she suddenly heard. The garden morphed into a ship, she was suddenly standing atop a ship's deck grabbing on an empty bench, as if for dear life. The waves were making her wobbly, and she tried to remember what she was doing before.
She suddenly remembers the voice and she looks up to find it. A man was crouched down smiling at her from the other side of the deck.
"How about you walk back to me darling". 'What an odd request.' She thought. But she complied, no harm in doing so she guesses.
Her feet was still wobbly, perhaps from trying to swim. But she wasn't swimming, she couldn't have. She's atop the deck not on the sea. Few more steps and she almost has it. Almost there, she's about to reach him. His hand stretched out towards her, awaiting her. She wants to reach back, but feels shorter. Or perhaps everything was bigger.
Almost, almost there. Just a few more steps.
But a sudden big wave wobbled her steady feet and she fell on her bottoms. It didn't hurt as much as she would think. But she suddenly find herself crying. The man strode over to her in no time, his long legs reaching her with no effort. She was picked up and cradled in his arms. His warmth and musky scent calming her. She burrows at the crook of his neck, joyful for the comfort offered as his big arms sooth her back in practiced motions.
His humming was familiar, a tune she felt she heard over and a million times.
"Oh honey, are you alright?" A sweeter voice asked, this time more feminine. She wanted to look up, but a hiccup evaded her mouth instead. She feels safer in the man's arm and doesn't want to be parted from it.
Soft warm hands caress her back, together with the man's. Then a soft kiss to her hair and whispers of soothing words were offered to her. Still she didn't bother looking, but her cries have settled to soft whimpers now.
The sea was lulling her peacefully. And she would have succumbed to a peaceful sleep, but a voice - squeakier this time interrupted her alert.
"Rosie you'll be fine!" The voice in its chipmunk sound said. And it startled her how much she longs for that squeaky voice that her head pops up.
Two pairs of silver and hazel eyes meet each other. Both of them have the identical swirl of colors.
A large wave from faraway suddenly hit the ship, and Rose was shaken violently. She is finally awake.
… … …
'The blasted alarm clock won't stop.' She thought in frustration. Her mind felt woozy and she could almost feel a headache coming. So much for sleeping, she couldn't even rest in her dreams.
"Rose darling! Are you up? You'll be late be late hun!" a voice called for her from downstairs. She was still a bit disoriented from those recurring dreams, but she knows better than to keep her grandmother waiting.
"Coming nan!" She scrambled out of bed and in an instant excitement coursed through her. Dreams forgotten, she headed for the loo and was determined to have her morning shower. Initially, she wouldn't bother with one. The weather in London is in total contrast of that in Brisbane, and her tanned skin accustomed to a warmer climate will regret forgetting so. However, it is her first day of school in London, and she did help her Nan fix up their home yesterday that in exhaustion she purposely overlooked bathing that night in exchange for an early kip.
She may have also forgotten to pack her school bag the previous night and is now jumping around, pants at mid thighs, looking for her schedule and class card.
"Good heavens child! What is going on up there!" Her Nan hollered, probably from the kitchen, still didn't bother replying. She scrambled towards her luggage, her clothes still unpacked and looked for her periwinkle jumper. It was of her Mother's, her Nan has given it to her before departing Brisbane just after her 16th birthday.
When she finally buttoned her jeans, her jumper folded at the arms, and her schedule tucked between her pinched lips, Rose finally got a final look at herself in the only full mirror in the room. Her hair was getting too long already, almost reaching to her waist, and she ought to have them trimmed. Her Nan always brushes her hair when she was a kid, always admonishing her for not brushing it enough that it tangles badly. In all honesty, sometimes she thinks her Nan is describing a different girl, with hair curling at every inch. Because no matter how tangled her mahogany hair is, they never curl, and with just a brush between her fingers its tangles are freed.
Nan said she looks like her Mum. Perhaps it's her dark toned hair, or her pert little nose, wide doe eyes, or even her full rosette lips. However, their similarity ends their, her Mum had curls just like her Grandfather's, and her eyes does not have the swirls of silver in them. Instead they were warm hazels.
"Rose!" She jumped in alert. Clearly despite age her Nan still has the lungs of a horse.
"Coming Nan!" She said once more.
Rose tucked in her jumper, grabbed her bag and ran downstairs towards the kitchen. Her previous dream forgotten, as her melancholic thoughts. It's her first day in secondary school anyway, what could go wrong?
