Rosier Harry Potter Novels & Stories

‘Nara, quick the rope’ a guy standing near Alfred bed shouted at a girl who was trying to untangle the rope. ‘I’ll soon be done Chevy’ the girl said fully concentrating on what she was doing. Chevy held Alfred hands. ‘You can do this Alfred you can get through this like you did last time’ Chevy said trying to lift up Alfred spirit. ‘Tie me…quickly’ Alfred managed to spit out as his eyes changed to the dark cat eyes. ‘Am done’ the Nara said. Chevy stood up, closed his eyes and began to chant some spells (he’s a witch).

I nod, the motion stiff, as if my muscles are still trying to obey a command that no longer makes sense. I glance at Harry, who is already kneeling beside Rosie, his hands hovering over her, a faint blue light gathering at his fingertips—not to heal, but to try, to atone. The workers scramble, grabbing towels, a blanket, anything to keep her warm. Harry lifts her gently, and his touching her makes me boil even more. Not just because he was the man I’d been hunting for weeks, the killer of my parents, but because his eyes were now fixed on Rosie with a terror that made my blood boil.

I had told him he could, but he remained adamant about calling me Princess. I noticed Rosie and Daisy on the other side of the hall and walked over to them. While we were talking, Rosie said quietly, “I find this girl very weird.” “Who?” I asked. “Sora.” “What happened?” “It’s like she’s always observing, Layla. Like a spy,” Rosie said. “I know she’s not one. Ser Lewis would’ve killed her by now if she were. Still, she gives me a strange feeling.” “What made you think that?” I asked.

With dark blonde hair, wearing a blue hoodie, shorts and sneakers. Another guy, standing suddenly appeared beside Zeek and he had low cropped hair, piercings on his lower lip and a few on his ear, with rings decorating his fingers. He has on a tight white shirt stretching above his lean figure with black ripped jeans and thick black boots. He was a few inches taller than Zeek and almost taller than Luca. "I guess this is our famous Iris." Zeek says with a smile. I smile back before stretching out my hand for a handshake. "He talks about me?" I ask, giving a huge grin to Zeek and Luca who has a scowl on his face.

“Rosie's your daughter?” Henry asked, glancing at my Mum. She nodded, brows furrowing in confusion. “Rosie Alphonse?” Mum's eyebrow rose up a fraction. “You…” she paused, eyes moving from me to Henry. “Do you know each other?” “Of course,” Henry said, with a slight smile. “Rosie was my student at Harvard College…. Remember,” he pressed. “The one I told you I was a Professor at, three years ago.”

Josie stared at me with a sad smile and back at my gift. “You shouldn't have gotten me this, but it's lovely." She said with a genuine smile. "The flowers too, thank you." And Goddess, that smile has loosened my chest. She continued looking at the pendant, a permanent smile on her face. “Turn it over,” I said and she did. Her eyes widened. "Is R.O for Ronan Osborn?“She narrowed her gaze slightly at me, and I nodded slowly. "Why not my initials? initials? It's my gift."

I liked that Sera had someone like Rosie in her corner, ready to defend her and rip me a new one if necessary. "No. I didn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because it wouldn't have been right." My answer caused Rosie's shoulders to relax. "What has she told you so far?" The coffee machine beeped and I poured us both a hot mug of coffee, knowing how Rosie liked it. I brought it over to her and told her all about Sera and my conversation from last night. How she was a sorceress and Will bound her power. The thought still made me sick to my stomach.

With everything happening in the pack, I managed to steal a few minutes to run and find Flora but I was met with disappointment once again. After the shadow moon, I was going to ask Orion to find Flora. "I should go back now," I annouced standing up. Rose just smiled in return with a nod. I did not get much sleep last night, the thought of Orion, the shadow moon, kept me tossing and turning in bed. But when I woke up, my eye color was different and there was a warm feeling inside my body. I practised some spells in the room and they worked. I tried to find Orion through the spell but I did not receive the result I was hoping for.

"Harry is bouncing in place, eager to see what kind of mischief we can get up to. My home might have been fairly serious growing up, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t find a few practical spells that I adapted to be a little silly. Not that I would have dared to try any of them. But it was fun to think about. I figure I’ll stick with a potion since that’s something Harry can help with too. It won’t be all that fun for him if I’m the one doing all the work. I start listing ingredients and Harry jumps into action to find them for me. He continues asking questions as he has every other time he’s been in here to make sure he’s doing things right, but he’s got my organisational system down now

“Exactly.” “Well, Romeo. . . .” Saoirse started. I snorted. “Romeo was a pedophile who was supposedly in love with Rosalin right up until he met Juliet. Plus, he killed his wife’s cousin. Next.” “Lysander from Midsummer’s Nights Dream,” Sarina said. It was her favorite play.