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Hey guys! :D Well, here's the next chapter! I finally got it all done. Exams are now over with, along with school, which means I'll have more time for writing. At the same time, I won't be able to on June 9-15 or June 17-23 because of camps. I'll be going to band camp (yes, I'm a proud band nerd! :P), then to youth camp. So, I'll have a busier summer than I usually do. Plus, I'm going to spend some time with my best friend, Kaleigh. I'm not sure when yet, but I will sometime this summer. On top of that, my grades were terrible last year, so I'm going to do some preparing and studying for the next year, because I need it badly. Also, I'll have to read a ton of books, non-online books, for school, so I can get a lot of AR points and beat my old record, which was 1,083 AR points, which is the highest anyone's ever gotten at my school. So, yep, a busy summer indeed. Hopefully, I'll still be able to update more than usual though.

Now that all that has been said, on with the story! :D I hope you enjoy!

Veronica's POV

"Are you deaf child?" Narcissa asked with an impatient tone as she held up a black dress. The bodice had a bridal quality velvet and puffed sleeves with nice details throughout. At the waist there was a matching velvet bow and silver garnish. The skirt was made out of a stiff, shiny silk material with embedded silver jewels. It had ties at the waist and a zipper in the back. In all, is was a really beautiful dress.

I faked a smile and said, "No. Sorry, ma'am. That really is a great dress, it's one of a kind. We just got it in today."

She just turned her nose up at me and said, "Alright, I think it could be tolerable. She won't look to shabby in it."

"Of course not," I said as she handed the dress to me and I thanked Merlin that she was too much of a dumb blonde to notice the sarcasm that was practically dripping from my words. I rolled my eyes when I turned back to the rack of dresses, my face out of her line of vision, and retreated back into my mind….\

Once everyone had a clear head again, I recognized the voice to belong to Severus Snape, who was now looking at us with a proud look, which we did not see much, considering it was Severus Snape. The Evil Potions Professor with a freezing stone for a heart, and who was rumored to be a vampire. Apparently, our caution had impressed him, which was not an easy task. Despite that fact, he still had his normal scowl on his face, which scared some of the younger kids, who were not in school yet, because they hadn't gotten time to get used to him.

"Follow me," he said as he started walking forwards, before stopping and turning around to face us, expecting us to follow. However, there was a slight hesitation as we looked at each other, decided what it was that we would do. There was always one rule: be careful around spies, no matter how much you trusted them. There was always a worry that they could have been found out, so we were told to hold extra caution, even by the spies themselves. If they had actually figured out how to get into base, it was our job to make sure that the imposter never got out. Everyone had hard, apprehensive looks on their faces as half of them, the older and more experienced ones, dropped the lumos spell and had their wands at the ready while they watched him. One slight movement that seemed offending from him, and he would be blown into bits. The other half, the youngest of the group, held up their wands even higher, still maintaining the lumos spell, and looked around to make sure there were no others around, and that everything was clear so that we wouldn't be caught off guard if there were more.

With a slight nod from Drew, the oldest member in the hall-minus Severus, Aithne was in front of Severus faster than you could blink with her wand held against his throat. She gave him a hard look and asked, "Was ist der Grund, warum, den Sie kämpfen?"#

Aithne knew Severus the best, so it was only right that she ask the question. A question that only Severus would know, and that no one else would ever even be able to guess. It was also very smart of her to ask in German, as she and Severus were one of the few that actually spoke the complex language. Even though we all knew they were close, no one ever really did understand their friendship, not even me. No one had really seen them interact together much, considering he was hardly ever at base, along with the other spies.

He looked her in the eyes and said, "Rosalina Inferno," much to our confusion, as we had no idea what the question had been, nor did we know what relation it had to our previous queen, the deceased founder of White Rose. Obviously this was the correct answer, though, because Aithne put her wand down and gave him a brief hug, which he awkwardly returned before lightly pushing her away, while saying, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a while. Is everything okay? What was with the light out?" The half that had had their wands ready to attack relaxed and either put their wands down or cast the lumos spell once again.

Severus gave her a crooked smile, which no one had probably seen before, and chuckled, yet another surprise, saying, "I have been on a mission in Bulgaria. Everything's okay…for now. There is an emergency meeting that we all need to get to, as I had said before, kleiner Feuerball,"$ and then looking out to the rest of us and saying, "Follow me," in a loud and clear voice.

Aithne scrunched her eyebrows together as we all followed him as he walked down the hallway, and asked, "We've never had one like this before. Why are we having it now?"

Severus shook his head at her and said, "You'll find out soon, kleiner feuerball."$

She pouted slightly, but only for a moment. Severus put his arm around her and they started lightly talking in German, still leading the way. Then, we were led to a hallway, and the floor slanted sharply, sending all of us sliding down into the darkness as everyone abruptly stopped their lumos spell. We slid amazingly fast, and, yet, it still took us a minute or two to finally reach the end of it. Due to the time it took for us to reach level ground, I had to say that we were probably on the lowest level of White Rose, which no underage kids have ever been to before. When we heard the last of the group hit the floor, we saw Severus still on his feet as he cast lumos and helped Aithne up before he continued leading the way, the rest of us following his example and getting off the ground to continue following him while some of the younger kids once again cast lumos, so we could see better.

As we took a sharp left to another hallway, the design plan changed drastically. The walls, with what looked like hieroglyphics and Egyptian pictures covering them entirely, and ceiling, which had a gigantic, detailed white rose that covered the entire ceiling of the hallway, were a pure silver color, the hall's unfamiliarity proving my theory. The air was stiff and the frozen air nipped at every place on our bodies that we did not have covered with thick clothing. Our feet sank into the plush, crimson carpet with every light and careful step we took, each of us unconsciously not making a sound, except for our faint breathing. None of us, the non-adults, had ever been down here before, and we neither had an idea on what to expect, nor did we know what was going on. Normally when we had meetings, it was in a muggle conference looking room on the complete other side of White Rose, on the first level underground in the west wing. Even those were just the normal meetings; never before have we had a meeting like this. There were rumors about the older members meeting down here, but no one had ever really known if it was true or not.

"What do you think of this?" I asked Narcissa while holding up a chocolate and gold colored dress. It had a fully beaded bodice, thick shoulder straps, and a ribbon at the empire waistline. The skirt was layered and in a full ball gown style. "It's a really popular dress, though not many can afford it. Also, this is the only time I we have ever had that color of the dress. At the same time, all colors have a bit of a different style to them."

"I believe that would be sufficient," Narcissa said in one of those annoying tones that a lot of rich people use. I swear, that women is so annoying…

But, as I was expected to do, I said nothing while putting the dress on my arm and going back to my day dream…..

Suddenly, I felt someone take my hand into theirs and my head snapped to the side, only to look down and see a worried and terrified, eleven-year-old William Weasley, or, as he likes to be called, Bill. I smiled reassuringly at him and squeezed his hand.

Sadly, because of the war, it wasn't uncommon for eleven-year-olds to be a part of White Rose anymore. Because his parents were a part of Dumbledore's 'Order of the Phoenix,' he would most likely be a target, not to mention that his family were well-known "blood-traitors" as some purebloods liked to call them. Mind you, the choice to join is completely their own, we just offer it to them so that they can train and get stronger, so that they will be able to defend themselves, and, later on, defend others. While we hardly ever get any members younger than eleven, we do have a few, and all of those are special cases, which I was myself.

My parents had been at a Death Eater meeting one night when I was around nine-years-old and had left me home alone. A White Rose squad had been assigned to attack the manor because they had found out that my parents were Death Eaters. When they went through the house, they had found me in the library, despite the fact that I was supposed to already be in my bed. At first, I didn't know that anything was wrong because I had just assumed that they were some of my parents friends, so I did nothing but glare at them and tell them that my parents were out and that it was rude to come in without knocking first. After that, they grabbed me and apparated me to some random place in the forest where they had sat me down and talked to me, telling me minor details about White Rose. They asked me if I wanted to join, and I said yes without a doubt in my mind, because, even as a child, I still hated my parents. Even though I was just a kid, I still knew what they did in their free time, even if they didn't know that I knew.

Up until you're Fourteen, you don't do much except train your body, by learning mixed martial arts and working out, and your mind, by studying and learning more about things, taking your education that you get in school much farther. They don't want you to have to give up all of your innocence so quickly by having you do the same as an older member, but they do want you to be ready in case of an attack. When you're fourteen, you can go on small missions, learning how it goes, and learning how to deal with it. You get bigger and more important missions as you get older and your skills improve. The older members have gone through a lot, because they are in the thick of the war, no matter which side they are on. It's a real war, and you see death, torture, and other things that were not meant for kids, which is why no one gets to even think about a mission until they're fourteen.

In White Rose, all of the members have taken to the silent rule that when we got younger members, they would get an mentor, who would help them and guide them. The mentor they get depends on who they take to the quickest, and who they trust the most. The mentor is who they are the most comfortable with, the one who they trust as soon as they meet them, and who they know will take care of them. Whoever the kids, unconsciously, chose as their mentor just helps the kid get used to things and learn more, as well as helping them get more comfortable with everything. The mentor becomes like an older sibling to them, protecting and helping them.

Bill Weasley is a new kid, he just joined a couple of months ago. He is well liked among the members, and everyone liked them the moment they met him, and he liked them as well, which made it hard to decipher who would be his mentor. At least, that was until he met me. For some odd reason, the minute he met me, he immediately trusted me, and saw me as someone who would protect him, and I immediately looked at him as a little brother. After that, I had the unofficial claim on him, and I had helped him with anything he needed, especially when it came to hiding it from his parents. Sadly, I couldn't hang out around him outside of White Rose, like some could, because of my parents, but we managed. He was really sweet, but he was also intelligent, which made it even more fun to be his mentor. He was constantly challenging things, questioning why we did things, how we did it, etc. He made you really analyze things and think them through, instead of just taking them at face value.

I smiled at him again and ruffled his hair and said, "How did you get here, silly?"

His face lightened up and he smiled saying, "I was near the back. It took a while to find you, but I did!"

I laughed softly and said, "Well, there's nothing to worry about. It's probably not very bad if they let the youngsters in on it too." I did not say that it could also be so bad that they had to involve the kids, thought I hope it wasn't that…

"Do you see all of those hieroglyphics? I just know they're Egyptian. Maybe someday, when we're not in a rush, I could try to figure them out. I want to go to Egypt one day, and I also want to be a curse breaker! Wouldn't it be so fun?" Bill said excitedly from beside, obviously not scared anymore.

I raised my eyebrow at him and said, "It's a dangerous job, not all fun and games. You could get seriously hurt. I think you would be good at it, but seriously, if you really want to do it, you have to take it seriously. It takes a lot of hard work to get a job like that and actually be good at it."

He just shook his head at me, with his eyes still bright and excited, and said, "I know it'll be hard, and dangerous, but I really do want to do it. Do you really think I'll be good at it?"

I smiled at him and said, "Of course I do, silly," while ruffling his hair. "If you put your mind to it, you can do anything you want."

After I said that, everyone gradually became quiet as we slowly approached a large set of wooden doors. The wood was polished and had intricate designs carved into it, along with a white rose at the center. When we finally reached it , Severus pushed the door open to reveal a long table in the center of a very large room. There were many seats running up and down the table, and in those seats sat a good bit of White Roses members, and more trickled in through the other entrances, each on one of the large four walls.

As I looked around the room, taking more of it in, I studied each of the people and tried to figure out their places in White Rose, if I didn't know it already. When I did, I saw that every single member of White Rose was here, from the youngest to the oldest. Every single one of the spies were here, and they were spread out across the room, not to be noticed unless you were actually looking closely. With these observations came a realization: something major had happened. The spies may have popped in every once in a while, but it didn't happen often, and, even if it did, it was always one at a time, never had they all been here at the same time, so that they would not cause a lot of suspicion from the other Death Munchies.

"How about this?" I said to Narcissa while I held up an aqua colored dress that I thought Aquamarine would love. The neck and shoulders were decorated with sequins and below that were three tiers of graceful flowing chiffon. The back came together with a zipper and had a nylon lining that made it even more comfortable to wear.

"Hmm," Narcissa says as I hand it to her to examine, "it looks acceptable. Yes, we shall purchase it.

I mentally roll my eyes at her superior attitude and she hands me the dress so I can hold it, along with the other dress, and I move on to the next rack of clothes to look through it as Aquamarine looks up at me with a knowing look, like she can sense my annoyance, which actually isn't that unlikely. It honestly wouldn't be that surprising if she had the same intuition as her mother. With that, I slipped back into my memories of last night, or, technically, this morning…

The nerves were crawling up and down my back, making me feel restless as I sat down and waited as everyone got settled into their seats. After a few minutes of chaos, everyone was finally in their seats, though they were as loud as the Great Hall at Hogwarts during the welcoming feast. Everyone soon got quiet, though, when the Elders filed through the doors, making me worry even more. This could either be really good news or really bad news, and I was terrified that it would be bad. It was impossible to tell what had happened from the looks on the elders' faces because they held their emotions perfectly, something that we had all learned as well. After taking a few deep breathes and deciding not to worry anymore, I looked to my right side and saw Aithne, and Serena on my left side.

Serena Knowles, one of our little group, had a deep look of concern on her pale, ivory face as she slightly bit her lip. Her short, brown hair was resting on her shoulders, hiding half of her face from view. She was wearing a loose, silky, pale pink blouse that went down to her thighs and black skinny jeans with sparkles. She followed the unspoken rule to wear silver, sparkly things, apparently. She was the perfect picture of worry and stress as she continued to bite her lip and tap her feet, which were currently in three inch silver sparkly heels. Heck, she was starting to get me worried again.

I put my hand on her shoulder and smiled softly saying, "Relax, Know-it-all. It's gonna be okay. And even if it's not, you're going to fry your brain worrying that much!" using her common nickname. Within our group, we always jokingly called her a know-it-all because she's really intelligent. We never meant it as an insult, instead, more as a term of endearment, and she knew that we were just teasing her. However, if someone else called her that, making fun of her, it would be wise of them to stay away from dark corners, because we all love her to death, and she means the world to us. That said, it's pretty much a death wish for anyone that hurts her.

Serena was a very powerful witch, except her weapon was information, not a wand. Mind you, she was still a wizard, and she was decent with a wand, but her expertise was in finding information. She was part of the Information branch, which is the branch that gathers information about people, places, and magic. They are the most valuable branch, though many other members may not see it that way. They get us the information so that we can get missions, information for classes, and do many other things. They are the branch closest to the Elders, which made them even more important to us.

She was also a very big worry wart, which made us love her even more. She was a lot like the mother of the group, always looking out for and worrying about us. She was really sweet to people, and was always polite, even when she was mad. Once, we were hanging out in the halls of Hogwarts when these Slytherins came up to us and started making fun of her. She started to get really mad, and she looked like an angry little kitten, which was so cute. Before I could tell the jerks to go bungee jumping off the astronomy tower without a cord, she told them off in the most polite tone ever imaginable and walked off with me following her, leaving the jerks behind trying to figure out what she said. When we were around the corner, we heard a loud, "Hey!" and burst into laughter.

Serena looked at me and nodded, saying, "Okay," with a sigh as she leaned back in her chair waiting for the meeting to start.

"Okay, I'll be right back. I'm going to go set these in the counter out front and let Wendy watch them. Is that alright with you?" I asked as I turned away from the rack of clothing, noticing that I couldn't fit anymore dresses on my arm unless I wanted to be completely buried.

Narcissa turned her nose up at me and asked, "Well, why don't you just simply levitate them to the front counter. You are a witch, aren't you?" while talking to me like I was some sort of idiot.

I just gritted my teeth together and said, "Of course I am, Mrs. Malfoy. It's just that I'm not quite 17 yet, so I can't do magic outside of Hogwarts."

"Oh, is that right? Humph. Well, go right on ahead then. But do hurry up, I don't have all day," she replied while turning back to the rack of clothing.

As I walked past Aquamarine, I swore I could see her roll her eyes at her temporary guardian…

I looked in front of me to see Bill Weasley with Kirkland, who looked deep in thought, in front of Aithne and Adam in front of Serena, with David on the other side of Adam, and Warren on the other side of Kirkland.

Kirkland Swindoll is a German sweetheart with an accent that makes all the girls go gaga over him (though he would never admit it). He has shoulder length, brown hair that you can't help but want to mess up and hazel eyes that were warm and kind. He didn't seem to be very strong, but he was actually much stronger than he looked. He was a really big softy, and very kind and polite. He wasn't very tall, but, honestly, not everyone was, so we never really cared. Rosalina herself was told to be really short, yet she was one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived. And, Kirkland was actually a very good wizard, even though a lot of people didn't give him credit for it. His parents were killed when he was a kid, so White Rose adopted him and gave him a home. He never went to Hogwarts like the rest of us, instead choosing to stay and live at HQ with private tutors.

Despite all of his good points, the thing he is known for is his skill with potions. His skills rival many, even those of Severus Snape, which is not something many people could say. His potions have helped every member of White Rose in some way at least once since he was eleven. He was a very valuable asset to White Rose, and a great addition to out lovely little group. We all love him like crazy.

Warren looked at me and gave me a nod, his way of asking if I was okay. I just gave him a small smile and nodded back at him, which meant 'I'm fine, what about you?'

He gave me a small smile back, indicating that he was fine, just wondering how I was holding up.

I raised my eyebrow at him, silently asking what the heck had happened to them in his hall.

He slightly shrugged, then leaned his head to the side a bit, meaning that nothing much had happened and we could talk about it later.

The corners of my mouth curved upward and I nodded at him, silently telling him that I would hold him to it.

Warren Ellsworth is a pretty cute guy. He has shaggy black hair that goes from just brushing the bottom of his ears in front to tickling his neck in the back, which was a stark contrast from his icy blue eyes. When he was angry, they seemed to slice right through you, however, when he was happy, they sparkled and looked bright. His pale skin seemed flawless as it had neither tanned in the slightest, nor had it ever been sun burnt. He had a slight muscular build as a lot of the other guys in White Rose did. You can't go through our daily training and not have muscles, it would just be impossible.

Warren is a half-blood, born to a magical father and a muggle mother. It's a bit of a challenge for him because, to this day, his father refuses to tell his mother about magic. It frustrated him to no end, but he still respected his father's wishes, despite the fact that he has to constantly lie to his mother. As a result, his relationship with his father is really strained, and there's a lot of bitterness there. It's extra hard for him because he's a Hufflepuff, which means he's very loyal, so he can't just go and leave them. He's very smart, and we are really close, closer than most in the little group. He's like an older brother to me, which is how we almost always know what the other is thinking, which is how we can communicate with the slightest of movements. In White Rose, he is mainly an undercover chameleon, like David, except he's a bit less skilled at it than David is.

Then, everyone turned their heads toward the end of the table where the head elder stood standing. That elder was-

"Hey V! What's cookin' good lookin'?" Wendy says as she looks up with a smile that soon fades when she sees my face. "Oh, no. I know that look! Who's the customer?"

I grimace and say, "Narcissa Malfoy. And, before you ask, she is even worse than a lot of people say."

"Aww! You poor baby. I'm sorry! Do you need me to take over?" she asks, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I can't tell you how many times I've had to deal with people like that. Oh, you poor dear! It's only your first day, after all. Are you sure you don't want me to take over? I could handle it fine, I've done it plenty of times!" Somehow, she completed all of that in one breath. "Oh, and you were out all night! I really can take over, if you want."

I laughed and gave her a smile saying, "Don't worry, it'll take more then a rich blondie from hell to scare me. I just came by to drop off these dresses for you to keep an eye on. My arms were full. Anymore, and I would be swimming in them! And don't you even start about me not getting any sleep. You left 'the party' and went strait to work, and you're older than me! I still have to pull a lot of all-nighters at Hogwarts, plus, it was worth it." Yes, the code word for White Rose was just 'the party.' We decided that it would be better just to come up with that instead of completely not talking about it, which a lot of the members would have trouble doing.

She laughs and says, "I suppose right. But, still, I hate that you have to deal with the prats on your first day."

I smile and lean over the counter saying, "It's not that bad… especially considering that the princesa% is here." By now, my elbows were resting on the counter as I leaned over it so we wouldn't be heard.

She looked at me completely flabbergasted and said, "What are you talking about? They brought her here? Are we talking about the same princess?"

I just gave her a look and said, "Well, I'm talking about Cinderella," sarcastically before saying, "Of course we're talking about the same princess!"

"Wow. You are cranky, of course, you're always cranky when you don't get a whole lot of sleep. Maybe we should start getting you to bed earlier. Maybe then you'd be more civil," Wendy said in a playful tone.

I narrowed my eyes at her and pointed at her saying, "Keep it up, and you just might end up like the last person who crossed me when I didn't get a lot of sleep."

"Psh, that's not nearly as bad as what you did to David when he woke you up early on a camping trip. I swear, you looked like you were about to bite his head off," she said.

"I wanted to bite his head off," I muttered as I walked behind the counter and set the dresses down. "I better go get back to them before blondie gets upset with me. Can you pick up a sandwich when you go out for lunch? Hopefully I'll be done by then."

"Sure thing, doll. Do you need anything else?" Wendy asked with a friendly and sympathetic smile.

I gave her a smile back and replied with, "I'll be okay. We can go out to eat after our shifts end. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely." she said, pretending to have a posh voice and sounding hilarious.

I groan, "Oh, gosh. Don't even remind me. I swear that women stays up all night studying all the synonyms of 'acceptable.' It's getting on my nerves. Majorly."

"Honey, a person walking past you could annoy you if you were tired enough," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, don't you start! I had enough eye rolling last night from David and Adam!" I exclaimed exasperated.

She just laughs at me and pushes me back to the other side of the counter saying, "Oh, go on before Mrs. Malfoy throws a fit, as we both know she will do."

We both looked at each other and said, "My husband will hear of this!" mocking Narcissa with a laugh.

"Okay, I'm going. See you later!" I said, waving back at her and walking back toward Mrs. Malfoy.

"Good luck, doll. I'll have the escape pod ready, just in case you end up needing it!" she said before turning to her sketchpad, probably designing another dress for the store.

I headed back towards the Malfoys and the princess, and drifted back into the memories…..

Hey Peoples! :D What did you think? Hope you enjoyed!

Translations:

# = What is the reason for why you fight?

$ = little fireball

% = princess