Rosabel Potter is the non-prodigy twin sister of Harry Potter. Unlike her brother who's fame from surviving Voldemort's attack is legendary. She, however, is left in his shadow.
However, the isolation from fame has caused a great ambition to rise i...
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🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 I never thought there would've been a day in my life that I would say that Hogwarts is hell on earth. But here we are, stuck inside a nightmare.
I twiddle my thumbs in nervousness, as I think of my future, and my brother. I haven't heard a word from him or even about him. As he is the most wanted wizard in our world. So many disappearing victims, some I know to be innocent. I fear that my brother will be one of them if this chaos doesn't stop soon.
I should say anywhere for us is hell on earth when the dark lord is on the move. I'm quite surprised I haven't been taken in yet myself. For the death eaters inside this once magnificent stone structure know who I am. Maybe I'm not a threat? There delusional to think so.
I finally get up off the couch, I shiver for they keep dungeons even colder than before. I made my out of there, maybe I can talk to Severus. Ask him what is truly going on, or better yet give me permission to leave so I can search for these Horcruxes. I should have been doing that in the first place but, if I learned anything shite doesn't always go as planned.
I'm heading in his direction, I noticed the death eaters keeping a tighter guard than at the beginning of the year. I roll my eyes, they really need to loser up a little. Then again failure to disappoint can be your immediate death.
When I reach the eagle platform, I realize the password had changed. So I give it a message asking to speak to him. But after a while of just standing there I forced myself to seek answers elsewhere. I started to head back to the Slytherin dungeon. Then I jump back from something spontaneously flying in my face.
It would seem to be a passage from the daily prophet. I grab the paper and hastily head back to the dorms so I could look at the article in private. I reach the door, but another curious sight is spotted in my emerald eyes.
"Who there? Mr. Carrow? Severus?" I speak in a slightly worried tone. I pull out my wand and I have at the ready. Then when I felt a soft and slender hand being placed around my mouth.
