Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own none of this aside from Lily a.k.a. Rose's half sister. J.K. Rowling owns the rest.
"Yes, Rose. A male suitor is outside the castle. Bring them in."
"Yes, Uncle."
Rose walked out silently. As she left, she heard Patricia complain," Why can't I just let Lord Vincent court me. Vincent was the son of the late Lord Theodore. Ever since he died when Vincent was 13 he had taken over his father's estate.
Rose walked down a great many twisting corridors. Whenever she was alone, Rose noticed, the staircases changed. (a/n: See where I got that from? Yes, it's Hogwarts) Eventually, she found her way to the drawbridge control room.
"Let down the bridge, kind sir," she said politely.
The guard's look on his face went from a bored, empty stare to a look of pure shock. Rose laughed. She saw that he was obviously used to Patricia and King Justin's rude way of ordering him around.
"Don't worry. You will not be treated as my cousin and uncle treat you while I am in control of my body."
"Right then, lady Rose. I shall do as you ask of me."
The bridge was then lowered. The man lowering it had quite a bit of trouble, so Rose decided to give him a hand. Suddenly, she had a premonition. She saw a person who looked much like herself running through a house with a baby no more than a year old. In the distance she heard a young man's voice screaming," Lily, take Harry to the room. Run!!!" Then she heard the man scream and a high- pitched, merciless laugh. She then saw no more.
When she woke up, three men were standing over her.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You fainted, miss," the man working the drawbridge replied. " I think you worked so hard that you fainted".
"Might I help you, Rose?" asked the man with black messy hair and blue eyes. "Yes, please," she replied silently.
John helped her up. She looked deep into his eyes. He stood about five inches above her. She noticed that he sounded a lot like the man she heard in her premonition. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought.
"I must take you and your servant to see my uncle, the master of this castle."
She took him down the halls of the castles. Strangely, unlike the times she walked down the halls with her sister, Rowena, who later became known as Rowena Ravenclaw, the stairs moved.
"Don't worry. They do this all the time," she said.
"For some reason, this seems very familiar. I don't know from where, though," replied John.
She felt very odd around him, like she knew she would one day marry him. 'It can't be.
I must be dreaming,' she thought.
Before they knew it, they were outside King Justin's throne room.
"Here's the rules: Do not talk unless you are spoken to, do not fidget, state your business quickly and if you don't get what you want, do not try to negotiate," she said. "Rose, is that you?" she heard her uncle's voice call. "Oh, no," she whispered.
A/N: So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed this edition of my new story, "Premonitions." Thanks to Sailor Mahoshie for the idea for the name. Please r&r. Thanks for reading.
Before I say good-bye, here's a few thanks to those who reviewed my fic.
Dude Where's My Cheese: Thanks. Glad you like. I will continue to update whenever possible. Anonomus: Thanks. As you can see, I've made an attempt to get your request done. Freakyfroggur122: Thanks. Here is your request.
Disclaimer: I own none of this aside from Lily a.k.a. Rose's half sister. J.K. Rowling owns the rest.
"Yes, Rose. A male suitor is outside the castle. Bring them in."
"Yes, Uncle."
Rose walked out silently. As she left, she heard Patricia complain," Why can't I just let Lord Vincent court me. Vincent was the son of the late Lord Theodore. Ever since he died when Vincent was 13 he had taken over his father's estate.
Rose walked down a great many twisting corridors. Whenever she was alone, Rose noticed, the staircases changed. (a/n: See where I got that from? Yes, it's Hogwarts) Eventually, she found her way to the drawbridge control room.
"Let down the bridge, kind sir," she said politely.
The guard's look on his face went from a bored, empty stare to a look of pure shock. Rose laughed. She saw that he was obviously used to Patricia and King Justin's rude way of ordering him around.
"Don't worry. You will not be treated as my cousin and uncle treat you while I am in control of my body."
"Right then, lady Rose. I shall do as you ask of me."
The bridge was then lowered. The man lowering it had quite a bit of trouble, so Rose decided to give him a hand. Suddenly, she had a premonition. She saw a person who looked much like herself running through a house with a baby no more than a year old. In the distance she heard a young man's voice screaming," Lily, take Harry to the room. Run!!!" Then she heard the man scream and a high- pitched, merciless laugh. She then saw no more.
When she woke up, three men were standing over her.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You fainted, miss," the man working the drawbridge replied. " I think you worked so hard that you fainted".
"Might I help you, Rose?" asked the man with black messy hair and blue eyes. "Yes, please," she replied silently.
John helped her up. She looked deep into his eyes. He stood about five inches above her. She noticed that he sounded a lot like the man she heard in her premonition. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought.
"I must take you and your servant to see my uncle, the master of this castle."
She took him down the halls of the castles. Strangely, unlike the times she walked down the halls with her sister, Rowena, who later became known as Rowena Ravenclaw, the stairs moved.
"Don't worry. They do this all the time," she said.
"For some reason, this seems very familiar. I don't know from where, though," replied John.
She felt very odd around him, like she knew she would one day marry him. 'It can't be.
I must be dreaming,' she thought.
Before they knew it, they were outside King Justin's throne room.
"Here's the rules: Do not talk unless you are spoken to, do not fidget, state your business quickly and if you don't get what you want, do not try to negotiate," she said. "Rose, is that you?" she heard her uncle's voice call. "Oh, no," she whispered.
A/N: So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed this edition of my new story, "Premonitions." Thanks to Sailor Mahoshie for the idea for the name. Please r&r. Thanks for reading.
Before I say good-bye, here's a few thanks to those who reviewed my fic.
Dude Where's My Cheese: Thanks. Glad you like. I will continue to update whenever possible. Anonomus: Thanks. As you can see, I've made an attempt to get your request done. Freakyfroggur122: Thanks. Here is your request.
