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All year she had been waiting for this moment, and now that it had come she felt a knotted feeling in her stomach. Rosemary looked at Harry who just had a smile on his face and she began to speak.

"Harry, can I speak with you?" He looked at her, puzzled.

"Sure."

"No… not here. In private." With a nod, she then took him by the hand and led him out. She thought it would be best to move down the corridors to a small, quiet, secluded area.

Once they had made it around a few bends, no longer hearing the sound of the Great Hall, and sure that no one would have any reason to come this way she thought she would make her move.

"Harry-" She started to say but he then started to speak.

"You know, this has been one of the best nights. It's been just perfect."

She sighed at this. Isn't it funny that people make you feel guilty when you are to do the worst things possible? He had no clue what was happening, he only thought about the magical evening he was having.

For a moment Rose thought to herself. Why should I do this? How can my hatred become into friendship? But she knew, if she had stopped, things would be bad for her. Reputation lost, sought out by her superiors.

She then started her farewell speech. "You know Harry…." She stared but then decided to start it a little differently. "How can you trust me when you don't even know me?"

He seemed a bit taken aback. "I've known you all year. What are you talking about?"

"You never asked me any real questions. Why out of everyone I wanted to be friends with you? Why did I stay with you when it was so apparent that I had feelings towards Adam? Why do you trust me so much even though, after near death experiences? I don't understand." Her voice was then becoming high pitched. Her eyes began to water. Feelings of anger and sadness pulsed though her. She turned around, facing the opposite way. She then pulled a knife out of the inside of her robe and slid it down her sleeve.

"I don't understand what you're getting at. We're friends… or… more then friends…" He took her hand but she pulled it away.

"Why did this happen like this? I wasn't supposed to care about you. I wasn't supposed to even like you! And look at me! Here I am! Standing here, with you as if we're the best of friends! Why did things turn out this way? Why?"

At that moment she hugged Harry, arms around him, sobbing. Regret was creeping though, along with sorrow. But, still, she knew what she had to do. She knew where her place was and for once, she was sorry. She whispered a few words into his ear. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do." He said nothing and at that moment she slid the knife out from her sleeve and stabbed him in the back.

A feeling of pain surged through Harry's body as she stabbed him over and over again, tears rolling down her eyes as she did so. She held him close to her with one arm as she sent the knife though him over and over again. She then let go, his body fell to the ground with a hollow thump.

He lye there, looking up at her, his eyes looking into her face. Quick breaths went though him, trying to understand what was going on, trying to stay alive. Harry was lying in a pool of blood as he whispered something to her. "Why?"

Her voice then changed. It was unsteady, as though sad and confused at the same time. "See what you made me do! I had to do this… I had to! I had no other choice! But it doesn't end…no! You're not dead yet!" She then took out her wand and pointed it at Harry the blood stained knife in the other hand. She started to say one of the unforgivable curses, "Avada Kedav-"

At that moment her wand when flying in the air out of her hand and before she turned around she sighted. She was expecting someone, a professor to be waiting to see her face. When she slowly turned, her hands in the air, she looked to see Adam, his wand pointed at her.

Puzzlement was in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He didn't seem angry but only calm and collected.

She put her hands down. "Don't hate me." She then started to walk over to him, the knife dropped to the ground and clattered on the floor. She was expecting him to reject her, turn her in, hate her, but instead he opened his arms to her and embraced her.

"I am so sorry!" She shoved her face into his chest and he only looked into nothingness.

"What have you done?" The words were slow.

"I need to leave! Before they can find me. Don't tell them. Don't tell them it was me. You, just say that it was a death eater. Just tell them that-"

"Shh," he cut her off. Her arms were wrapped around him and at that point all of the pain she was going through left her. She loved him and no matter what she would. She had never felt this way before and she noted how she had changed from when she had first come to Hogwarts. The only wish she had was that no matter what he would love her. He then spoke again, "don't worry about that. It won't matter anymore."

"What do you mean? If they know that I killed him then I'll be sent to Azkaban. Forever." She was puzzled at his words still, but asked only one question, "Do you love me?"

There was a pause then. "Yes." Another long pause. "Do not hate me for the things I do."

"What-?" She looked up at him. And he pushed her away. She staggered a few steps back and he pointed his wand at her.

"Avada Kedavra."

She then fell dead, onto the floor. Her last tear rolled down her cheek and onto the floor. "I am so sorry," he said as he took her wand and placed it into her hand. He turned and then ran towards the Great Hall.

Once the whole school found it the story spread like wild fire. Harry Potter had been stabbed and left for dead by Rosemary Williams who had then used the Unforgivable Curse on herself.

Adam had then found the two of them lying there on the floor and had come back to the Great Hall, and told Dumbledore. He, escorted by Adam, had then laid eyes upon what had happened. He looked to find that Harry Potter was not dead, but if they hadn't gotten there when they did the results would have been different.

He had bled so much that he stayed in the hospital wing for many days and he was lucky that he was alive. When Harry woke one day he was confused.

"What- What happened?" He asked his two friends who sat next to him.

Hermione, now standing looked at him. "I'm so sorry Harry."

"You sure know how to pick 'em mate."

He was still puzzled and Hermione told him the whole story and once done she spoke again. "I knew it. I knew she was a death eater."

"But she was not Miss. Granger." Dumbledore had now entered the room. He knew that she was going to ask another question. "We checked the body and found no dark mark on her body. So she was no death eater."

"Then-?" Harry started but Hermione spoke up.

"She must have had a curse on her the whole time."

"We thought that this could be possible," Dumbledore said. Their conversation went on. Harry felt alone, mislead, and stupid for not seeing the signs but he supposed that he wasn't the only one.

Adam, alone in the common room then reflected back to what had happened. He some what regret what he did and he loved her deeply. He felt sorry that he knew so much more about her then she knew about him.

Since it had happened no one had questioned his story, no one had ever suspected what had happened. On the contrary, everyone thought he was a hero, and felt sorry for what he had seen.

Melody had been over to him 24/7 and seemed to try and comfort him constantly. It made it harder to forget what he had done but he had to. He was surprised that no one even thought of him as a culprit.

Everyone had their secrets, and hopefully, no one would ever know his.