12 the sad life of rose grey
AN
Sorry it took so long
"Is it true?"
His face pales even more at my confrontation but after a few seconds it hardens to a cold stone wall.
"As if anyone could ever like you. I'm surprised Diggory here can stand to be in the same room as a half breed for more than a few seconds."
My shoulders sink and the sharp intake of air, I don't know what else I would have expected but this outcome was a shock. My eyes flood with tears as I push past him. He manages to grab my arm before I had managed to leave
"Don't you forget it or I'll get them to burn it into that pretty little arm of yours, got it?" He whispers into my ear as I slip out of his grasp.
"Rose" Cedric calls but I just run as fast as I can through the halls to the library.
I compose myself as I walk into the library both exhausted from running and crying. I try to dry my face as much as possible before I walk into my sanctuary. What surprises me as I walk in is to find Harry, Ron, and Hermione at Madam Pince's desk. The looks I got would freeze anyone. Madam Pince shushes me before going back to the trio.
"Moste Potente Potions" she suspiciously reads off their note before I scamper down into a cubby hole. I wonder what they want with that. I decided to ask Severus next time I'm in class. I open my Potions book to page 79; it's all about hair-raising Potion. Snape had given us homework on writing a 2000 word essay about the hair-raising Potion. Later that day I decide to go to his office. This book has been bugging me all day and I can't help think that they are up to something.
I knock on his door patiently. The one thing I might have learnt about my new father was not to hurry him, with anything.
"Come in." Drones through the door. I walk in to find him bent behind his desk probably unfairly marking one of his poor students work. He looks up briefly and for a second there was happiness in his eyes at the sight of me.
"Shouldn't you be studying Rose?" I pick up one of his quills on his desk.
"Studying was never my strong suit. What I came here for was to ask about a Potions book. It's called Moste Potente Potions and I was wondering if you could tell me what type of potions it contained." He glares at me as if he was reading all my secrets.
"And what would you want with this book may I ask?"
"Um light reading I guess seeing as that hair-raising stuff you give us is riveting." I reply chuckling.
"It contains recipes for the most dangerous, controversial, and arcane Potions which require advanced Potion-making to brew. I would suggest you read something else for light reading."
I nod to myself. For the rest of the day I tried to figure out why they wanted such a book but then I got so worried about the game tomorrow. I woke early on Saturday morning before anyone else. I'm guessing my body is still in Quidditch mode. Today is one of those days where I'm just going to shoot someone with a spell if they even looked at me twice; it must be the autumn chill getting to me. I chuck on a black long sleeved top with a green puffer vest over top, grabbing my jeans that I have been neglecting to wear. I slide them on and they come to my ankle, buckle boots that could kill anyone if need be. I'm ready to face the day of Quidditch. Rushing to the Great hall for breakfast I find all the two teams there eating to the mound, well everyone except for Harry. I sit at the table and dig in. Fred and George walk over from their bright red and gold table to sit with me in my lonely corner if green and silver.
"Why aren't you dressed?" George asks.
"Did they hurt you again?" Fred asks next.
"Do we need to beat up someone?"
"Do we need to throw someone off their broom stick?" I kinda leave them to go one for a while until they stop.
"I was cut from the team." My lips whisper.
"What!" They both shout causing people stare over at us. Oliver then starts calling at them saying it's time to go to the Quidditch pitch.
I see Cedric start to walk over from his table, the same sweet grin on his face. He kisses me softly.
"I wanted to see you before all the madness, and I have Quidditch practice later so I might not have another chance to see you." He says.
"Ok, but tomorrow I want you all to myself. No Slytherins, no Hufflepuffs, no Gryffindors and we might as well throw in Ravenclaw."
He smiles and kisses me again.
"Well I really hope to see you later, but if not I will definitely catch you tomorrow in our lunch break."
I finish my breakfast and sit in my corner while the hall slowly fills up with excited Quidditch fans. Everyone is dressed supporting their houses. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw all support Gryffindor. I don't think there was a year when a house supported Slytherin; I think it's got something to do with the way we play and our rough nature. A sickening feeling fills my chest at the thought of not playing. This was meant to be my first match. The excitement starts to get to me like an illness. I decide to head to the pitch hoping to get a good seat. The seats full not soon after eleven o'clock with the same noise that filled the Great hall. As usual I am left with spaces around me as if I carry a disease. The two teams come walking out with an immediate response from the crowd. Cheers erupted from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor at the red team. Boos erupted around me as my house tried to overpower everyone else to be heard. I give a quick glance at my former team mates and notice that my replacement is Terence Higgs. He was last year's Seeker and cut too this year when Draco joined. He probably leaped at the chance of being on the team again but Seekers are no Chasers. Chasers have to get right in there in the thick of things not caring if they get hurt. Seekers well they are the most important (literally) but they stay on the side line till they see the Snitch. The team captains shake hands then the team are up. Three things I notice about this game that are worrying is that Terence has already accidentally passed the Quaffle to the opposite side, Draco is just sitting there watching Harry Potter, and well now a bludger is speeding towards Harry from the other side of the pitch. As he dodges it as George hits it away in the direction of Adrian. I smile as Adrian flees out of the bludgers path. Sadly before it could make any lasting damage on him it changed direction and shot at Harry again. I can't say that everyone was now at least half watching the bludger and the boy who lived. Harry probably won't be the boy who lived after this bludger is done with him though. It continued to follow him around (this really strange for a bludger) for the rest of the match.
Lee Jordan who was the commenter for the match calls out "Slytherin leads, sixty points to zero."
It was all to do with those new broom sticks that we all have, it was a great advantage. Well until Terence speed right into the rouge bludger, then hitting one of the goals. People start to stand up as he falls to his doom, someone even sobs. All I can do is face palm myself for his idiocy. It will at least teach Adrian for kicking me. Madam Hooch calls time out, only because Wood had asked. I don't think Adrian really cares about Terence well only with the fact that he's lost the game for them (can't trust Draco's Seeker skills). The teams shortly got back on their brooms after Terence was carried away. Harry and Draco fly high along with the bludger. A whistling sound comes from behind me of something flying through the air.
*POP*
Everyone around laughs at the now wet me. I stand up from where I'm sitting to turn and try to find my attacker. Broad grins are all around me, looking at me to see what I will do. I hate Slytherins with their pride and show off nature. I storm out of the stands to the closure of fresh air. Breathe, just breath I tell myself. I decide to wait for the Slytherin team in their tent. Adrian at least needed to know that he made the wrong choice by cutting me from the team.
As I draw nearer to the green tent, the louder I hear Adrian's voice.
"USELESS BUNCH OF ... THE SNITCH WAS RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON TERENCE!"
I find the team all cowering on benches as Adrian storm back and forth shouting abuse at them.
"Wasn't a great performance" I confess.
Lucian stands up at the sight of me, a snarl on his lips with a look of disgust that mirrored most of the other members. At least they aren't laughing at my soaked clothes.
"What are you doing here Grey?" Lucian growls.
"I wanted to see how you did, and by the sounds of it you lost. Well serves you right for getting Terence to play instead of me because the bloody idiot flew right into that bludger."
Adrian walks over to me, anger right there plain on his face. As he towers over me I try not to break eye contact. The beads of sweat a still stuck to his red face. He closes his eyes holding them as if he can't deal with this anymore.
"Practices will be on Monday. If you don't turn up I won't give you another chance. You listen to my rules; break them, your gone" this time his glare comes back with a red glare in his eyes "and that goes to everyone."
He waves his hand to dismiss me, I run with a skip in my step even though I'm cold and leaving drips behind me.
"Rose" I turn around for the voices and see Fred and George walking towards me, the broad grins obvious on their faces. Standing in front of the two makes me again realize how short I am. They are at least a head taller forcing me to tilt my head to talk to them.
"You both need a shower." I say while pinching my nose. And I'm not meaning you casual shower. They needed a good full wash. Their faces where dirty, their Quidditch uniforms make it look like they have fought in a battle but it does give them a more rugged look.
Fred and George both give their stomach flipping laugh.
"By the looks of it you've already had one" grinned Fred.
I look down at myself and I notice that I'm still wet. George takes off his filthy Quidditch cloak, wrapping it around my shoulders. I blush at his show of kindness toward me.
"She looks warmer already." Fred points out when he notices me blushing.
I try not to get the urge to punch him but I do glare at him while he grins at me then George who is now also blushing.
"Where are you going?" I query.
"To the hospital wing." George says.
Fred continues. "Harry was put in there after Lockhart took all the bones out of his arms. Tragic really"
"Sounds like a long story, one with idiotic men. Well lead the way then."
They both stare at each other.
"Shouldn't you be leading the way?" Fred says while linking arms with me.
"You are in there like every day you know. If you want we can move your things in their?" George says linking with my other arms.
"Oh shut up both of you."
Harry Potter as bad as they said he was. It was actually really disgusting to see his arm as if it was a slug. The rest of the Gryffindor team was there as well with me feeling out of place. I stood just behind everyone so the team could bathe in their glory together without a Slytherin to ruin it.
"Unbelievable flying, Harry." Said George. "I've never seen Adrian yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Malfoy didn't seem too happy.
I was just about to leave when well Madame Pomfrey came over shouting, "This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!" We didn't need to be told twice.
Fred and George said their goodbyes to the team outside the hospital wing before turning to me again.
"Well I might go; Lee said he would show me a new passage he found just outside Filches office. I'll show it to you later Georgie." Calls Fred as he runs off. I chuckle after Fred as he starts skipping down the hallway.
"Your lips are blue."
I turn to look up at George, realizing how cold I am. A spark shines in his eyes.
"I have something I want to show you." He says taking my hand and running down the hall. We run to about the seventh floor. I have never been up here, probably mainly to the fact that I consider myself a hermit. I'm panting now from those damn stairs, man am I unfit.
"Wait can't … go … any … further." I pant out while leaning on a wall just outside the seventh floor corridor.
"No wonder they cut you off the Quidditch team." George says. "You're so bloody unfit."
"Oh shut it." I say shoving him into the wall.
As I walk into the unfamiliar corridor with George, we are immediately in the middle of the Gryffindor festivities. I take George's cloak and wrap myself further into it hoping to hide from the world.
I take his arm to turn him towards me.
"George, I'm not going into your common room. I don't feel comfortable with all these Gryffindors and I don't think they would welcome me either."
"Don't worry, we aren't going there. Its somewhere else." He tells me this with a gleam in his eye and all I can so is follow him, still cold to the bone.
We continue to walk round several corners, passing several tapestries and statues along the way. George stops which means I fumble into him.
"Why'd we stop?" I ask peering at my surroundings.
"Because we're here." He smiles down at me then back at the stone wall.
I couldn't help but let out at laugh.
"George, it's a wall, a stone wall at that. What makes this one so special?"
"Its way better than you think." He says scratching behind his head blushing.
So while I stand shivering he paced back and forth in front of this 'mystical' stone wall.
"Hey, its look why don't we go find some place warm to sit?" I ask the now frustrated ginger.
"No! It will work." He shouted.
Just as he was about to give up a door started to materialize on the stone wall. I couldn't believe it, an actual door started to appear out of nowhere. It was a beautiful double arched door with beautiful wood carvings on it.
"Yay! I knew it would work." He shouted excitedly.
He runs over to me and grabs my hand. I'm still in shock over the door so all I can do is comply as he pulls me to the large doors. Inside was a small cosy square room. There was a fire place burning in one corner of the room with blankets surrounding it. A big soft sofa was leaning against the wall by the door just asking me to sit on it. I rush the warmth of the fireplace, throwing off George's cloak onto the sofa in the process. Patting the spot next me, he follows.
"What is this place?" I ask curled in a warm blanket next to him.
"It's the Room of Requirement. It transforms its self into whatever the witch or wizard needs it to be at that moment in time. Fred and I found it when we were in trouble from Filch for letting of Dung bombs in his office. This room turned into a passage way that went to the other side of the castle. We thought we had come across a shortcut but when we tried to use it again we couldn't find it. We found it again when Fred was busting for the loo." George explained staring into the flames.
My eyes started to get heavy as my clothes got dryer and the room got warmer. I lent on his shoulder just as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke with a jump the next morning. The events of yesterday were all a blur of what happened as I looked around at my surrounding. George was asleep next to me looking peaceful and snoring softly. Oh shit, it better not be morning. I click the kinks in my neck before getting up slowly to leave the room. I watch the door disappear still not believing how wickedly cool that is. Shit. I'm stuck in the seventh floor by myself with a bunch of Gryffindors. I'm dead. I hear the door behind me close and my gingery friend comes up to me with his sly grin.
"Sleep well?" He asks looking down at me.
"Rose?"
I turn around to see Cedric looking from George to me and the clothes we wore yesterday.
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