TRIGGER WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT INVOLVING MINORS: MASTURBATION, FINGERING, DUB-CON

AUGUST 31ST, 1993 - HAMPSTEAD - VEGA RESIDENCE - NIGHT

"Are you sure you don't want to take this one too?" asked Isabella holding out a red wool and cashmere cape lined with black fur by the hook of its hanger. "I hear the weather in Scotland is absolutely dreadful in winter!"

Rose shook her head from where she stood by her bed, the six suitcases that stood by the door were already tightly packed with more than enough clothing, including several coats, that she doubted whether she would have a chance to wear all of it in one year. Even if she did the coat her mother has holding out was ridiculously loud and conspicuous.

Isabella sighed defeatedly and returned the rejected coat back to its hanging spot in the closet amongst a handful of clothes that were either too light for the weather or too 'childish'. Her eyes scanned the beautiful floral print dresses and pastel ruffled tops that Rose now refuses to ever wear again. Her little girl had never had a problem with the clothes she bought her until recently. While Isabella knew that one day Rose would find her own style she never expected it to be so at once, dark, and, dare she admit, revealing. If her husband was right about these sudden changes being part of some kind of delayed puberty then it was best to support her, within reason of course.

Still, it was an emotional blow to have her daughter reject the clothing she had bought for her. Clothing that she looked absolutely radiant, elegant, and graceful wearing unlike the belly-bearing shirts, ripped denim, short skirts, and large platforms she now favored. Rosie was changing right before her at an alarming pace it was as if moving had triggered this sudden need to grow up. Isabella wasn't a fool, she had been a young witch once and knew all too well that something had occurred between Draco and Rose while they were away. She also did not believe for a second that there had not been alcohol aboard that yacht despite her husband's reassurance. Why should she believe Garrette Flint? The man was nothing to her! In fact, if it wasn't for Rodrigo's political position she was sure they would not have been so welcoming. Perhaps that is why Rose took to them so quickly, they had welcomed her like royalty whereas back home she had been avoided and gaped at like an anomaly instead of a person.

But where had all this lying come from?! It wasn't like Rose although she was perfectly capable of it as they very well knew after learning of the Legilimency nearly a year after the adoption. That had been a different time, however.

In hindsight, they should have expected this but Rosie had never given them a reason to doubt the trust they placed in her. Even during the championship, miles away in Tokyo and boarding with children much older than her from different schools, Rose stuck to her schedule and checked in with them every night before bed. When they had gone over to attend the finals Rose had introduced them to the team of coaches, a handful of game officials, and her sponsors but no friends.

Now, all that was gone, she even held herself differently, and although Isabella saw no fault in that she feared the other changes that would occur in the months to come. Months that they would be apart. The Scottish Highlands might as well be on the other side of the world, how could she guide and help her from so far away? This and the reminder of Rose's impending departure tomorrow gnawed so viciously at the older witch's heart that she remained with her back turned to her daughter to conceal the tears threatening to fall.

Meanwhile, Rose busied herself pulling off her bed covers, pretending to ignore her mother's thoughts out of respect and emotional avoidance as the teenager could not wait to leave her hovering attention and questions. These past few days had been torture due to her mother constantly wanting to talk about boys, peer pressure, and the importance of modesty.

"You mustn't let yourself be influenced by peer pressure." She had gone on during one of these instances. "Witches these days have forgotten what it means to behave like a proper young lady. If only they still taught etiquette in school. Remember Rosie, it's the mystery that keeps a warlock interested."

"Alright, that's the last of it," said Isabella returning to the foot of the bed, tears stifled but face still flushed, to close and lock the seventh and final monogrammed trunk with a few waves of her wand. With another impressive flick, the trunk was sent to stand with the rest of Rose's luggage near the door. "Now it's going to be another big day tomorrow so I want you to go to sleep right away, Rosie."

"Mom, we don't have to leave until five-thirty in the evening," Rose reminded furrowing her eyebrows in protest at the early hour she was being sent to bed. After all, it's not as if she was taking the train with everyone else. The Headmaster had agreed to allow Rose and her parents to arrive an hour ahead of the rest of the school for a private meeting with the faculty and staff. "Aren't we Flooing straight into Dumbledore's office from here?"

"Yes," replied Isabella with a nod. "But you'll want to start your day bright and early! Perhaps go on a run and meditate. We'll have your favorites for breakfast and lunch then we'll all spend some time together before it's time to go."

Rose held back the impending sigh and nodded giving in to her mother's request besides, she could use the sleep as last night she had been kept up by her thoughts on Harry and their far-from-ideal reunion. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chest, settling in for the night. However, if Rose was honest with herself she doubted that sleep would come easy tonight too. The excitement and nervousness she presently felt at what awaited her tomorrow ran rampant throughout her body and was sure to guarantee another sleepless night.

"Goodnight, mi amor," said her mother softly leaning over to kiss Rose's forehead. 'Hecate, help me, I miss her terribly already.' The witch, however, did not voice her thoughts and turned to take her to leave.

"Mom?"

Isabella turned back just as she reached the door, a curious expression on her face, "Yes, amor?"

Rose sat up and cast her eyes down unsure if she should continue, "I'm...," Oh by Isolt, did she hate to admit this, "...scared."

Her mother briefly looked surprised at this rare glimpse of vulnerability then smiled warmly and walked over to sit at the edge of the bed, "¿Que te asusta, mi amor?" She asked softly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear.

"What if...," Rose started casting her eyes down once more before returning to look at her concerned mother, "What if everything goes wrong?"

Isabella's thin eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Like what?"

"I ..." the girl stumbled, there were so many questions powered by her fear of the unknown that Rose wanted to voice but had no idea which to say first.

What if she's sorted into a house that's not Gryffindor?

What if she was actually sorted in Gryffindor? Would it affect her friendship with Draco?

What if she's in fact terribly behind and can't keep up with their curriculum?

What if, despite being English, she couldn't adapt to the culture?

What if she was not good enough to help their mediocre dueling team?!

Worse yet, what would she do about Harry?!

Everyone expected so much from her because she was a Potter! What if she failed to live up to their expectations? Would the press crucify her for being so different?

You're being ridiculous, the voice scorned. She's suspicious of you enough as it is. If you tell her any of this you'll only give her cause to worry. Do you really think she will comfortably send you away if she believes you to be so helpless and overwhelmed? You'll go back to the Mind Healers and back to homeschooling. You don't want that now, do you?

'No!'

Then say nothing!

"Uhhh...I don't know," Rose finally said shaking her head as she forced a lighthearted chuckle for effect. "I guess I just have a bad case of new school jitters."

Isabella eyed her suspiciously but decided to not press the teen further on the matter. Their years together had taught the older witch to know that there was no coaxing information out of Rose unless she really wanted to let it be known. Otherwise, it was like conversing with a wall.

"You'll do brilliantly," Isabella resolved to say placing a comforting kiss on her daughter's forehead once more. "You are strong, you are beautiful and you are very intelligent," she went on to praise cupping Rose's face gently in her soft hands. "Hogwarts is lucky to have you."

Rose smiled and instinctively wrapped her arms around Isabella bringing her into a rare but affectionate hug, "Thanks, mom."

Isabella gently caressed the soft black tresses, closing her eyes to take in the feeling of her daughter in her arms. No matter how many years passed hearing Rose call her 'mom' was something she would never tire of hearing. "Now, go to sleep," Isabella then said smiling as she pulled away.

Rose returned the smile, settled back in, and watched Isabella leave the room.

"Goodnight, Rosie."

"Goodnight, mom."

The door closed softly behind the witch and instantly Rose let out the long-imprisoned sigh she had been holding back. A sigh that held frustration, fear, and anxiety at being powerless to predict the future.

'Of all the abilities to have why couldn't I have been a Seer instead?' She lamented.

Would you rather be precise or subjective? Commented the voice in a bored tone.

'Precise, I guess,' Rose groaned internally. 'But at least having some idea of what the future can hold would be helpful right now.'

You can't predict the future but you can shape it.

"What if it all goes to shit?" She questioned out loud.

Where is this coming from, Rose? He questioned back although already knowing the answer. Just days ago you were blooming with confidence after your little adventures.

"A few days ago I hadn't discovered that my own brother is disgusted by me," she shot back.

You don't need him.

'How can you say that?! He's my brother!'

Clearly, that means nothing to him with how quick he was to pass his judgment against you and the Vegas.

'Why did you teach me to call You-Know-Who the Dark Lord?'

That is his title.

'To his followers and sympathizers!'

To the world! He answered with force. 'Be reasonable, Rose. How pathetic and weak does it sound to call the greatest Dark wizard of all time, You-Know-Who?

She sighed, "What if the rest of Hogwarts is disgusted by me?"

Impossible! Draco wasn't. Nor was Evan, remember how he looked at you?

"How does that help me when they're Harry's enemies?"

Are they really? Or is darling Harry just unnecessarily biased and, dare I say, prejudiced? After all, did they not make you feel welcome? Did Draco not go out of his way for you? Defying his own father for your pleasure?

"Okay, but that does not mean everyone else will be the same, remember Cassandra and Terence?"

Everyone else does not matter! He shot back angrily, his patience finally running dry, causing Rose to actually flinch.

Rosie, he then began softly. You are strong, beautiful, and intelligent. You do not need anyone's approval and, with me forever inside you, you will never be alone.

Rose didn't reply, the words he had repeated throughout her life did little to comfort her.

How can I put you at ease? He asked attentively.

"Shut off my brain."

He chuckled, How about we continue your explorations?

Her stomach squirmed, "What do you mean?"

Remember how relaxed you felt after your little tryst with Draco? You went to sleep almost immediately and so soundly. You can feel like that again. You don't even need anyone to assist you, just me.

Heat instantly rose to her cheeks, in all their years together he had never spoken in such a way to Rose. However, if he aged with her, as it seemed he did, this sudden sexual drive made sense, at least that is what Rose quickly rationalized before asking, "What do I do?"

Touch yourself.

'No shit,' her mind replied instinctively and although Rose felt his sudden irritation, thankfully, he did not reply. Without another thought Rose reached down and slid her hand under both the elastic of her pajama pants and panties. Her fingers came to brush along her opening producing a grimace from her. Masturbation was not something Rose had ever felt compelled or interested in doing and now here she was with her hand down her pants feeling exceedingly awkward.

Just relax and gently begin to rub small circles against yourself.

Rose sighed and did as instructed, trying desperately to relax into her touch but her mind kept racing away to other matters.

Harry.

Hogwarts.

Uncle Sirius.

The Dursleys.

The Sorting.

The O.W.L.'s

Death Eaters.

The Dark Lord.

They were all heavy dense clouds obscuring her mind.

We'll never get anywhere like this, interrupted the voice.

'This isn't working,' Rose replied frustration building as she pulled her hand out. 'I can't do this to myself when my mind won't shut up.'

I can help you.

'You already tried.'

There's another way. I can show you if you like.

'How?'

Close your eyes.

Instinctively, Rose did as she was told instantly feeling his approval.

Now relax your muscles. Breathe in and out deeply. Let go of everything and surrender yourself to me.

At this, he sent a calming sensation throughout her body and her muscles became heavy as they loosened and sank further into the mattress. A numbing, tingly feeling started at her fingertips and soon began slowly spreading pleasantly throughout her limbs until she could no longer feel her own body. She was floating downward deeper and deeper into a peaceful, dark abyss. It was unclear how long she laid this way in the silent dark room, eyes closed and body fully relaxed until a soft, gentle stroke between her legs almost sent her heart flying out of her chest.

Rose tried opening her eyes but instantly found out it was impossible. She tried to move but found she was incapable. The touch she had felt had been her own but it had not been she who controlled it. Her heart pounded against her chest at being robbed of voluntary movement. Rose wanted to scream for help but even her voice had been taken from her.

Don't be scared, came his voice soothingly. It's just me. Relax and let me make you feel good.

'How are you doing this?' She managed to think. 'You're not real! How are you controlling me?'

His silky laughter sounded in her mind, Oh Rosie, I am real, I've always been real. I am you and you are me, remember? He repeated the explanation she had heard their entire time together. I can make you feel pleasure unlike any you will ever feel from another because I am you. I know what you like. I know what your body craves.

Although undeniably shaken, Rose questioned him no further accepting that she was now powerless, a mere marionette. He moved her hand further and further down her stomach until it reached the elastic band of her pajamas. The touch, although coming from her, felt foreign and far more confident as it slid under the band of her clothing and came to a stop at the sensitive spot between her legs. Almost immediately Rose felt those slow gentle circles he had suggested resume but this time it felt different. It was more sensual, more calculated, and more experienced.

The fact that she had never touched herself to know how to do this properly loomed in her mind but was quickly forgotten when he brought his circular ministrations against her most sensitive spot. A moan escaped her lips at the blissful sensation stirring inside her core, a sensation better and more powerful than what she had felt with Draco.

I can make you feel better than darling little Draco.

All coherent thought was now driven out of her mind by his guided touch.

Suddenly, he stopped resulting in a protesting groan from Rose but then he made her finger insert itself deeper and deeper into her passage.

Rose gasped, wishing she had something to hold on to as the electric feeling pulsating in her body became stronger and stronger.

Do you want me to show you how I can give you better pleasure than anyone else can?

'Yes!' Rose mentally screamed eliciting a chuckle from him.

Her finger now began moving expertly in and out of her increasingly wet opening and Rose was so overtaken by the pleasure building in her core she allowed herself to further surrender to this sexual bliss.

Yes, my sweet Rose, He whispered seductively. Surrender your body and mind to me.

Her finger kept working until he suddenly introduced a second one. Another throaty moan escaped the witch making him chuckle once more, she desperately wanted to move against his touch but remembered her paralyzed situation. However, almost instantly, her hips began moving as he returned control over that part to her. Her arousal amused him as evidenced by soft laughter echoing in her mind. He was enjoying this as much as she was, his speed gradually increasing with each demanding thrust from her.

Rose's chest heaved up and down as she breathed in hard and tried to stifle the sounds that were coming from her. Sounds that she hadn't heard, even with Draco. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep herself together as the heat she felt inside her stomach was building up so monumentally that Rose thought she would soon explode from the overstimulation.

You are mine.

'Yes!' She answered her mind instantly running to Evan Rosier.

However, suddenly and unwillingly, her mental image of Evan began morphing into that of another teenage boy one she had never seen in her life. Like Evan, he was incredibly handsome with fair skin and dark hair but instead of beautiful blue eyes, his were dark and bottomless with the smallest glint of delight as he looked directly down at her with a satisfied smirk.

If Rose could have screamed she would have gone hoarse upon realizing that this boy was very much on top of her, one arm next to her head for support while the other was buried between her legs. His fingers were the ones at work building the intense heat inside her that threaten to erupt.

No, Rose," he whispered softly into her ear, the warmth of his breath tickling her sensitive skin sending shivers down her body, Not his. Never his. You belong to me! You always have and you always will! The possessiveness was heavily laced in all his words it was almost primal as was the intensity with which his dark eyes bore down at her. His fingers did not stop and Rose was so lost in pure sexual delirium and his physical allure to question him.

It was all become too much to take.

Too much to control.

Too much to understand.

Did any of it really matter, after all, he was her closest friend, who has been with her for years, and who was doing this to her?

The fact that he was a voice secretly living in her head wasn't important when he was making her feel this good.

So good that Rose resigned to continue caring, the only thought in her mind was the impending thunderous eruption beginning to overtake her.

There it is, He said the corners of his lips turning up into a triumphantly smug grin. Oh Merlin, he was so handsome that Rose couldn't look away from his perfect face much less stop herself from wishing that she could touch him.

He must have heard her for at that moment Rose's arms rose up from her sides and wrapped around his neck lowering him so that their foreheads touched. Rose managed only to breathe in his warm and heady scent, vanilla, cedarwood, and a hint of smokey musk, before the small grip she still had over herself broke. His gaze was fixated on her, his beauty and intensity only adding to the heat that finally pushed her off the edge.

Come for me, my Rose.

Sparks danced in her vision and she gasped loudly, her arms falling to tightly grip the pillow underneath her head, her back arched as she felt her core tighten and a new wonderful and extremely powerful sensation overtook her body and senses. She writhed and squirmed underneath him, lost in ecstasy, as he watched her with a perverted fascination.

Mine! Only mine! His voice rang out then his lips came down onto her own stifling the climatic moans. Her mouth was invaded when he aggressively pried it open with his tongue nonetheless Rose returned the kiss with desperation as she continued riding the electric waves pulsing throughout her body.

Finally, after several heated seconds, the fire she had felt began diminishing, and slowly clarity began returning to her mind.

What was happening?!

She was kissing a boy who did not exist!

A boy who lived inside her head!

A boy who somehow managed to take full possession of her body!

Rose willed her body to push him off and just as she was about to make her attempt the boy disappeared and she was staring at the dark canopy above. She must have finally opened her eyes.

Or had they been open this whole time?

Had it all been a dream?

A really realistic dream?

Oh Rosie, why are you asking questions you know the answers to?

A chill crawled down her spine knowing that it had been real and just to make sure she had full control Rose shifted her body only to realize that her hand was inside her pants and the release had been very much real as evidenced by the soaking mess in her panties. Heart racing she removed her hand and sat up glancing around the dark room in search of this boy. Had he come out as he had years ago as a hallucination?

I'm in here, Rose. He answered. You know that already.

"What the fuck was that?" She demanded careful not to sound too elated which was very difficult to do after what she had just experienced. "You just took control over my body! You trapped me inside my head with...you! How did you do that?"

I am you and you are me.

"Bullshit!" Rose spat angrily. "How about you give me a real explanation for once?! How is it that you look like an actual person?"

He chuckled much to her frustration, 'I only look how you want me to look. Everything you find attractive I have because I am you. Were you not thinking of Evan Rosier? Tall, dark hair, fair skin, and handsome.'

"Why didn't you just stay looking like him then? Why did you turn into that other guy?"

At this Rose could feel his irritation, I am not that insipid imbecile!

"No," Rose agreed flatly. "You're something else, aren't you?"

No answer came and Rose knew he would remain silent for the rest of the night. After washing up, she settled back into bed, forcing down the creeping paranoia that was enveloping her as she thought about what had just happened. His explanations were vague and cryptic as they always had been and Rose had always blindly accepted that. But this, this she could not simply forget.

After all, he, whatever he was, had just made her come for the very first time.

MALFOY MANOR

Nearly one hundred miles away in Wiltshire, Lucius Malfoy extracted himself from his son's memory, a memory he had replayed several times. He stepped back from the Pensieve chuckling as he had when he had first witnessed the recollections. Regardless of how many times he dove back the level of delight and amusement remained the same.

His wife was right, Rose Potter was not the innocent sweetheart everyone believed her to be and that fact elated the older Malfoy. She wasn't self-righteous or virtuous as the Potters had been. She was selfish, pleasure-driven and arrogant but clever to appear otherwise. Her manipulation skills were impressive particularly after witnessing how far the girl was willing to go. How far she was willing to use his son for her own pleasure and enjoyment.

"We're just having fun as friends," she had said to Draco on their first night alone, the first night they had shared her bed and themselves. "Promise me this will stay between us."

Lucius was proud of his son, Draco had been extremely and surprisingly successful in not only earning the girl's trust but becoming closer to her than anyone could imagine. It was something Lucius had originally not instructed but was nonetheless impressed with Draco's display of initiative and strategy despite his inexperience.

"I'm glad we're friends Rose. I hope we can still be friends at Hogwarts."

"Always."

The blond chuckled richly to himself, how deliciously sentimental. Draco had truly outdone himself considering his very cryptic instructions. To avoid detection from the girl's ability, his only directives had been to make her feel welcome and gain her friendship. Regardless of how much Lucius scolded his son, Draco was not daft and knew exactly what his father was asking of him, and, by Salazar, did he deliver! He was now her closest friend, her lover, her confidant, and clearly, the girl harbored some feelings in return if just deep friendship and trust judging by the interesting details she had shared with him.

"I heard him!" The girl had cried out after waking from her nightmare. "I heard him kill my mom! He called me gifted! That it was a waste to kill me! That he would care for me and teach me how to use my power so that I could serve him!"

So the Dark Lord had purposely spared her just as they had all suspected all these years. However, thanks to Draco, he alone knew that his old Master did indeed intend to take the girl and raise her to be his soldier. He had recognized her power for what it was, a weapon. If only he had been successful that Halloween night, then Rose Potter would have been well on her way to becoming the perfect little Death Eater.

Well, there was no point in dishonoring his Master's memory. If he wanted the girl to turn against her own blood then Lucius would make sure to grant his dying wish. It wouldn't be easy but with Draco's help they already had a way in and a path carved.

'They're not like us!"

The girl's reactions may have gone unnoticed by Draco but not by him and after examining that memory several times there was no doubt she was torn. It was clear that she was conflicted. Although her adoptive parents had raised her to be tolerant of the non-magical, even honoring her Muggle heritage through their familiarity with their world, they had passed on their own Muggle biases. Lucius had met many Americans to know that the horrors their ancestors faced in the New World haunted them to this day making them wary, cautious, and distrustful of Muggles. It was perfect fertile groundwork and now Draco had planted the little seed of doubt.

It would take time but Lucius was playing for the endgame. Thanks to Dumbledore and Potter the humiliation and anger he had felt upon being dismissed from the school board was still very much fresh and prevalent. He could not simply let it go, they both needed to pay for putting him in such an embarrassing position in front of his colleagues and Fudge. Patience would not come easy, he was absolutely itching to have both their worlds fall apart but it would be worth it in the end. Nothing brought him more joy than imagining how the beloved Harry Potter will feel at losing his sister to their side and knowing that he was the cause of it all.