A/N Here's what happened with Rose and Lucas: Rose walked into Flourish and Blott's, found the book she wanted, and got so immersed in it she sat down in what she thought was a chair. The said 'chair' was really Lucas, who was sitting on the floor. She sat in his lap thinking he was a chair.

'We are not doing that!'

'Then what else do you suggest, Rosy?'

'Anything other than your stupid idea, Lukey!'

The first week of school had passed and already the new Head Girl and Boy had gotten in enough fights to last a century. They had even reverted to calling each other 'Rosy' and 'Lukey' out of spite, names they hadn't used since second year.

'Oh, Lukey, don't let the little bitch get to you like that,' Nicolette purred, stroking Lucas' hair. 'She only calls you Lukey because she's jealous of me!'

Lucas rolled his eyes. Nicolette was too shallow to grasp the fact that Rose called him 'Lukey' because she knew how much he detested it.

Brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes, he shook Nicolette off as subtly as he could, and headed for a secluded dungeon.Lucas pulledhis mirror out of his pocket, muttering 'Severus!' into it.

The former Hogwarts potions master appeared in it, long greasy hair streaked with grey. 'Yes? What is it Lucas?' he said, struggling to control the impatience in his voice. Damn silly boy. Severus had never seen what the Dark lord had seen in him.

'She constantly undermines my authority! We get nothing done! I am losing ground fast, and there is nothing I can do about it! I don't dare harm her friends, she suspects me, I know it.'

Snape sighed, and opened his mouth to begin scolding the boy, but Narcissa pushed him aside.

'Lucas,' she said, looking at him with pride. How her baby had grown! He must be the envy of every girl. Her granddaughter, Nicolette, was so lucky to have him. 'Rose is a girl.'

'Yes, I know,' said Lucas, smiling at the woman.

She smiled back, and said, teasingly, 'Don't be pert with me, young man. Rose is a girl. Romance her! Woo her! Soon, she will be wrapped around your little finger.'

'But Rose isn't like that,' Lucas said desperately. 'And besides, I don't know anything about girl –'

The mirror was blank. '–s,' he finished miserably.

Back at number 12, Grimmauld place, Severus Snape paced worriedly around his study.

'Rosy and Lukey?' he hissed. 'There's already something there! Evans and Potter used be like that, and they ended up married, and spawned that little brat, who in turn spawned another one! The Prophecy is fulfilling itself before our eyes, and there is nothing we can do short of killing Rose Potter!'

Narcissa looked at him impatiently. 'When Lucas leaves Hogwarts, he will be ready to take his rightful place. We will have all the old crowd there. With such power in his grasp, he will submit himself completely to the cause. Nothing can stand in the way of the thirst for power.'

Severus looked at her. 'Love can.'

'Well, than we shall just have to keep him from falling in love, won't we?'

'Well, then you shouldn't have told him to romance the Potter brat!'

Rose sighed in frustration, leaning against her father's tomb. 'And you see Dad; he's just insufferable and impossible to work with. I want to use my position to help people, I really do! But every time I do something, he-with-a-stick-up-his-arse opposes it! It can't go on like this!'

She heard a familiar chuckling behind her, and looked into a pair of blue eyes.

Today, Aberforth Dumbledore wore a potted plant on his head, and silver robes that sang Celestina Warbeck's new hit song as he walked. He held a bouquet of beribboned pickles for his brother's tomb.

'No, Ms. Potter. It can't go on like this.'

'Then what else is there to do?' Rose cried desperately. 'We're as different as day and night!'

'How do you know, Ms. Potter? Sometimes we cannot see what is right in front of us.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Rose felt like beating her head against a tree.

'That is something you must figure out for yourself, my dear.'

Aberforth Dumbledore watched Rose Potter walk away, the words of the second prophecy echoing in his head.

'….And save the Dark Lord's heir.'

Aberforth had told her all he could. But, somehow, he knew that the fiery little girl he had come toadmire/mentor was now a fiery woman. And she would find a way to make the prophecy come true. He had faith in her.

Rose walked and walked, until she was sure the headmaster could see her no longer. Quickly scanning the grounds for Hagrid, she walked to the edge of the forest, breathing in the scent of growing things. She grinned, her eyes looking almost cat-like.

Rose stepped onto a small, worn path, and began walking into the Forbidden Forest. When she had gone what she felt was a satisfactory distance into it, she stepped just off the path, ducked behind a tree, and began to transform.

The cougar walked out from behind the tree, moving gracefully. It lifted its proud head and growled, sending a few birds fluttering from the trees. Swishing its tail from side to side, it sprinted deeper into the forest.

Oh, Rose loved this. Running so fast that the trees were a blur, leaving all her worries behind.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it was dusk, and she should be back at the castle, but she didn't care.

Lucas sat on a stump in the middle of a clearing in the Forbidden Forest. The key word was 'forbidden,' but he really didn't give a damn. Nothing would approach him, anyways. Even if the creatures in the forest didn't understand the destiny he had come to hate, he reeked of darkness from spending so much time learning the dark arts.

Lucas had tried to refuse to learn them, once, but the look on Severus Snape's eyes had made him submit completely. Those awful, awful eyes. There wasn't a drop of warmth in them.

When the remaining handful of death eaters had sent him to Hogwarts, they had no idea that the seven years would unravel the previous years of teaching and hate that had been drummed into him.

'Muggles are inferior,' he heard Severus say. 'They should not be permitted to contaminate our world. Our superior world. You have a destiny, and that is to finish what the Dark Lord started. Honor him, boy. He chose you himself.'

Narcissa's message had been kinder. 'You must purify the wizarding race,' she told him proudly. 'You have been chosen for an honorable task by a great wizard, Lucas. I know you will do well.'

But after he read about what the wizard he should 'honor' had done, he felt like vomiting. It was disgusting. The poor people did not deserve it. And the muggles were an asset to the wizarding race. Without them, he did not care to think what would've happened to the magic he loved so much.

Suddenly, he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Jumping up from the stump and brandishing his wand, Lucas found himself facing a full-grown cougar. He was about to stun it, but looking at it, he sensed it had no intention of harming him.

Sighing, he put his wand away.

'I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Hell, maybe you'll even listen to me. What a revolutionary concept.' Lucas buried his face in his arms.

He was stunned to feel something pushing against his elbow, and realized the cougar was pawing at him. He looked at it incredulously. He began to smile, and tentatively scratched it behind the ears.

Had she been merely observing the situation at hand, Rose Potter would've been laughing hysterically. Her enemy scratching her behind the ears, of all things!

She listened to him talk to her, pouring out what must be years and years worth of problems with no one to tell them to. At one point, she laid her head on his knee in what she hoped was a sympathetic manner – as much as she didn't like Lucas, he needed affection from something, even if that something was really the Head Girl in her animagus form.

Finally, Lucas realized how late it was. 'Fuck! I need to be back in time for the rounds – erm – will you be here? Oh bloody hell,' he said apologetically 'I've forgotten you can't understand me. Who knew animals could seem so human?'

With on last scratch behind the ears, Lucas left the Forbidden Forest, feeling refreshed and happy as he had never felt before.

As soon as she was sure he was gone, Rose changed back and straightened out her robes, sprinting to the castle as fast as she could.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.