AN: No Lewd this chapter, but soon. Don't expect too much though as I have not written smut before, but I'll try my best. Will See how those three days affected Rose, and what the school's reaction to the missing days is. After this Chapter, the pace will pick up. On another Note, I thought of which Template I will give Rose. I mean, what could be more fitting than another redhead utterly devoted to her brother who had saved her from madness and an evil that plagued her.
POV: A Rose by any other Name
"How are you?"
Three simple words.
One that she could not answer. After all, how does one describe feeling their very soul being subsumed by a parasitical fragment of the most reviled Dark Lord in the past few Centuries. To feel as if all that she was, all that made her, her, was absorbed and twisted by an abomination. That night after Dumbledore explained her situation to her, where she sought to hide herself away from Harry was a mistake, one that she suffered greatly for. She did not survive the night, not truly. The majority of her was consumed by the darkness inside her, and what was left was a broken shell by the time her brother rescued her. And he did. Rescue her that is. His presence stopped her from being completely lost. He kept what was left of her stable, and when he gave her that strange collar, he managed to make the pain stop, the fear go away, the horror dissipate.
He made her impulse to smash Malfoy's pretty little face into paste stop. The desire to rip Granger's tongue from her body and shove it up her ass receded. He made her hatred for that blonde bitch that was taking what was HERS away, not leave, but be reduced. By collaring her, binding her to him. She was left with just him for three days, always feeling only him, just him. No darkness, no fear, no hate, just her lust love for her brother. Because he was there for her when no one else was, never leaving her side. Then she was made aware of something strange, a sense of comfort, of belonging. Of want.
Then something changed, her ability to combat that darkness inside her increased exponentially, suddenly able to completely overtake it. After she was made to feel, and everything hit her. All those feelings that had been drowning her before came rushing back, but now she was no longer afraid. She belonged to Harry, and he would take care of her. With whatever her brother had done to her taking effect, she could feel herself able to resist the parasite, absolutely destroy the thing if needed. She had spent fifteen years being possessed by it, and that was a lot of time to build up resistance. But she didn't, as it was just as much a part of her as she was now. While still a separate soul, it didn't have to be, it had already made a meal out of most of her after all. So, using what little remained of her original self, returned the favor. She felt the terror of the soul fragment, the all-consuming dread that it was experiencing at having itself be absorbed.
And after five minutes of simply staring at those wonderful green eyes he had (so much like hers, or were hers so much like his?) She managed to smile, feeling for the first time she could remember in her life, Free.
"I feel great, Harry." she told her Master, for what else could he be to her, after collaring her, claiming her, loving her as he did. And she would END anyone that tried to come between them. Or give them to Harry as a gift. He might enjoy that.
POV: The 'Good' Guy
Something was up with my sister, that much was obvious. When she first woke up, I expected questions, demands for answers, thanks, or maybe her just hugging me. What I didn't expect was for her to stare into my eyes for five minutes, start shaking, have the scar to start bleeding covering her face in her blood, smile at me and tell me that she is fine.
I looked down, sighed, and looked back at my sister and saw that she too was looking down, having gained a flushed look, panting slightly.
Nope, I can deal with whatever this was later.
The rest of the day rushed past, with Poppy coming in from wherever she spends her off time, berating me for not properly caring for the patient while she is a bleeding mess, and her spending the next few hours casting spell after spell to figure out had what had happened and me copying her to try to learn what they considered standard Healing. Then at some point Dumbledore came in and started to cast his own spells. After a few he seemed to turn as pale as a ghost, I would know since those cowardly shits keep paling and running from me, all except the Baron and the Grey Lady. And Peeves, but as he wasn't undead, he had no reason to fear me.
He gave me a look of regret and rushed out of the Hospital Wing, presumably to contact James and Lily. Which probably meant that they would soon be at the school, here, with me. I told Poppy that I was leaving and rushed out of the Ward, trying to put as much distance between me and my parents. My emotions on those two were complicated, as a majority of the ones that get brought up are the old Harry's. All his pain, sorrow, rage, hate, and so many other things suddenly burst forth at the thought of those traitorous pieces of shit that he will ruin and make beg for mercy bad parents and I did not want to deal with them unless absolutely needed. For the first time in a few days I made my way into the Ravenclaw Common Room and was immediately beset by those close (and not so close, goddammit Hermione personal space is a thing) to me as they wanted to know why I was back, if Rose was better, and why I had blood on me. Looking down, I saw that I was covered in blood from Rose's head wound and was too distracted with my 'why boner' to realize. Getting some space, I waved my wand and silently vanished the blood off of me. Then I realized that I cast silent magic for a spell that we would not learn for a few years in front of the House known to be nosy assholes. I immediately regretted it.
Hours later, I was alone in my dorm with Daphne, who volunteered (read glared everyone else into submission) to catch me up on what I had missed. Apparently, Snape was apocalyptic that I had skipped his class, but wasn't dumb enough to charge into a Healer's domain and cause trouble. Instead, he took it out on both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. So many points were lost, and many detentions assigned. During flying this week Danica managed to steal Neville's Remembrall and destroy it, leading to her getting into some shit for destroying a family heirloom. History was taught by a ghost who was as boring as he was dead, so very. Daphne told me that most of the class was disappointed that I wasn't there as they had hoped that I would cause the spirit to leave the class, freeing them from his droning. Transfiguration was taught by some pussy. That wasn't what she told me, but when I paraphrased it like that to her, she snorted then glared at me for the crass joke. Herbology was just them learning that magical plants do, in fact, exist and we should be wary of that. Charms was us being told that Magic can do things, and that we would eventually be able to do things too. DADA was still loved by all the students, making me wonder how they would react to his death at the end of the year (cause Voldemort does in fact care for the student's education and makes his plans come together after the finals). Astronomy was just looking at the sky and learning that stars and planets do, in fact, have names. A good number of the class was unaware of that little fact.
Outside of classes, the Twins had managed to rig Snape's office to turn everyone who stepped into it Red and Gold striped hair. They were not blamed of course, as they had seven different witnesses claim that they were nowhere near the dungeons at the time of the Incident. Ron Weasley also managed to get some flak for the fact that he was cheering Rose's near total Breakdown in the Great Hall, as well as the ire of a pissed Goth who knew how to use actual magic. I expected him to be used in a sacrificial ritual by the end of the month. The story concerning that event was that Rose had been hit by a spell that had a poor reaction to the remaining curse energy in her scar and caused immense mental strain resulting in her actions Tuesday morning, and why she was stuck in the Hospital Wing with me by her side. Some blamed Ron due to his vocal displease of the Girl-Who-Lived, others the Twins in a prank gone wrong, and a few who knew of the animosity between Danica and Rose thought that the Malfoy heiress had done it. Then there was that one 'humorous' rumor that it was the shade of the Dark Lord who had come to haunt her.
By the time curfew had fallen I managed to get through all of my missing assignments thanks to Daphne, giving her a totally platonic, definitely not romantic hug as thanks, which caused her to freeze up. She didn't say anything after that, simply walked out with a strange look on her face. I wonder if I overdid it with [Sticky Fingers].