"So you're kidnapping kids no huh?" Sirius smiled wickedly at Tom.

Tom ignored him instead choosing to stare Cooley at him. "Not this time." He muttered turning around, before pausing. "Maybe." He whispered, and started walking again.

"Maybe what? Hey don't ignore me! You're the one who kidnapped me!" Tom turned around a malicious look in his eye. Sirius stopped yelling looking at the man weirdly.

"Would you like to see her?"

"Who?"

"Rose."

Sirius froze staring at Tom. "You have her." He whispered. A new light coming forth. "Where is she you bastard! What did you do to her! I'll kill you if go near her!" Sirius was starting to growl. This monster had his goddaughter. What was left of his best friends!

"You're not in the position to be making threats." Tom raised an eyebrow. "Let's make a deal."

"That's like making a deal with the devil. Either way you'll die."

"So I'm the devil now? Well I guess you don't want to see Rose." Tom started to walk away. Smiling as he did, knowing exactly what would happen.

"Stop." Sirius growled. "Let's make the damn deal."

"You want to see her? She needs company. She has Hermione but they need something else to entertain them."

"So what? You want me to be Padfoot?"

"Exactly."

Rose walked around the large library curiously. "Rose you're sick. You should be sleeping." Hermione nagged.

"I don't feel like sleeping. to read." Rose jumped onto the armchair next to Hermione's. "I don't know any good books though. I never had the chance to read for pleasure."

Hermione froze. "Never? You haven't read Junie B. Jones? The mouse and the cookie? What about the Lord of the rings?" She listed.

"I've read the mouse and the cookie but that's it."

Hermione stared at Rose dubious. Forgetting that Rose was sick she rushed to her grabbed her hand and ran to the closest shelf. Pulling out books and listing off the summary, the author, reviews of the books. Anything she could think of.

"You'll especially love this one! It's by Ann-"

"Hermione."

"Yeah?"

"Don't you want to read books about magic?" Rose grinned heavily looking down farther into the library. Imaging what she could find.

"Well yes."

"Then come on."

"Well I don't know Rose." Hermione shuffled around nervously.

Rose came over to Hermione and gave her a comforting hug. "It's okay. I know you're scared. But guess what nothing's going to happen," How did she know? How did she know about Hermione's fears. How? Hermione found this enigma of a person to be the something to dissect. Figure out and get.

Somehow Hermione would know why Rose always knew. Someday she would find someone who shared her interest in finding more. But today was not the day. She had of course already met him. Hermione just did not know yet. She would know though. Not now, not later, and most definitely not next year. But Hermione would know.

Rose already knew who Hermione would be with. Because Rose was Rose. She knew these things. Rose would never tell a soul as to how. Not even Tom knew this little detail about her. This was her secret not his. Not theirs. Rose knew many things that would or could come into pass. She found this to be a wonderful addition to her life.

Hermione must think that i am crazy. Rose thought to herself one night. She must think that. She must believe me to murder her. She must believe me and Tom to be lunatics. Well she isn't wrong about that. Rose admitted to herself. But they did god hiding it at least. Rose knew perfectly well that she would one day do something that she will regret. She knew all the pain that will come into play. But Rose couldn't find it within herself to care. The future benefited her. She would keep it as it is. She would not meddle. After all bad things happen to wizards who meddle with time.

Rose turned in bed to see Hermione laying peacefully. Unaware of her future. Not knowing the pain she would endure. Rose felt this a curse. To know her sister in everything but bloor would feel such a way. Rose was willing to as such to for her own selfish reasons. That was Roses fatal flaw. Selfishness. She was a selfish person and there was nothing to do about it.

Get in her way and she will squash you. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was raised as royalty. She deserved this. She deserved to have this future. It wasn't like Hermione wouldn't be happy. She would be plenty happy. Rose reassured herself. Very happy especially with...No she would not think his name. Anyone could be in her head at anytime. She would keep it a secret for as long as possible. Whatever it takes she promised. She will make this future pass.

The eeriness of her quiet bedroom unnerved Hermione. It reminded her all to much of her time at home and the nightmares she experienced. Waking up and finding no one there to comfort her. Her Father gone on a business trip. Probably having sez with other women and getting drunk. Hermione speculated. Her mother passed out in the room tired from her long day of work.

Hermione had been so naive to think that her family was perfect. They looked the part alright. With her mother's beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked like a Russian model. The truth was she was Italian and was the black sheep of the family. She was a bastard born from wedlock. Not that she told Hermione of course. Hermione found this all out on her own.

Her father on the other hand had dark brown hair and green eyes. He was ruggedly handsome. With A chiseled complexion and kind fake eyes. He had a nose job. She had heard her parents talking about it. Yelling screaming. And then screaming again that night. Probably having drunk sex, thinking she was asleep and wouldn't hear a thing. They were wrong of course. Oh very wrong. Hermione did not like thinking about those horrible nights.

Hermione always wanted to run away. She wanted to forget this life and go for a new one. That did not mean she wanted to commit suicide and hope to be reborn. Of course not. She didn't have such thoughts. She was still a child. You must keep that in mind. A child with a heart hardened by the trauma her parents caused her indirectly. Unknowing and ignorant. Or maybe they did know and they just did not care. Both reasons seemed logical.

Yet even with all those thoughts she still wanted to go back. To forget magic and Rose na Tom and this whole experience. This was pain like never before. This is what pain is made of. She never knew what she had until she lost it.