Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts ( School of wizard and witch crafty ) and the leader of the light gave up. He couldn't find Rosalind Potter. She was nowhere to be seen. He will just announce her dead, so no one will keep looking for her.

And Severus Snape was no better. The man couldn't seem to find her either. Couldn't even read her aura anymore. Which was weird, because they could always tell.

A sigh left the old man's lips. It was time, he just hope no trouble would be much.

Ah, Merlin please help us all.

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Rosalind shivered the next night as she wrap her arms around herself. Her body was dropping and fast.

Why was she shivering?.

She sits up and looks around. A gasp left her lips, no one was in her room but her. Even Voldemort didn't come in without her permission.

' maybe a bath will work ' she thought.

The redhead stood up and wince at the cold floor, her bare feet felt like ice in the cold room. She walks to her bathroom and turns on the hot water.

While waiting for her bath, she looks in the mirror. It was 3 week left until she turn 17.

What would she do for her birthday?. What would Voldemort do for her? He seems to grow cold again?.

She sighed, it was back to square one again. She grew feelings for him. All her brave and cunning personality has flown out the window.

It was like a switch has flipped. Rosalind looks down to see the water half filled. She turns the knob to cold and waits for the water to get to the temperature she likes.

Finally, the water was ready. She strips off her clothes and places her feet in the water. Immediately she felt better.

She gets in fully and sits down in the tub. The water moves around from her weight but went still.

Rosalind leans her head back against the back of the tub and closed her eyes. She felt herself calming.

A humm left her lips as she felt herself going to sleep.

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Voldemort pinches the bridge of his nose. The damn Gryffindor girl was upstairs in the bath. He had to battle himself not to get up there and fuck her senselessly.

But he stops himself, he has grown weak. In the past, he would not have gotten close to anyone.

Bellatrix didn't count, she was merely a fuck.

But still, he found himself fa-

What was he about to say?. Was he about to say the L-word?.

No! He was not -.

No, the dark lord was not in love with the girl who lived. She was his arch-nemesis.

She was meant to destroy him.

And she would die, just as planned.

So what was she doing upstairs In his house and in the bathtub?.

To die of course!.

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