The Next Generation: Crossing the Line

It shouldn't have ever happened.

There were a million and one reasons I should have been somewhere else, doing something else.

I could have been studying; NEWTS were just seven months away and Merlin knew I needed it- especially in potions. I could have been sleeping- the first Gryffindor quidditch match of the season was in the morning. I could have been patrolling, doing my duty as head girl instead of asking that fifth year prefect to cover for me.

I should not have snuck out into the corridors without valid reason. I should not have taken the stairs toward the dungeons. I should not have 'borrowed' the invisibility cloak and Marauder's map from Albus. I should not have met him, alone in the middle of the night, especially not for what I was doing it for.

I was going against everything I was supposed to be. I was Rose Weasley, daughter of two members of the Golden Trio, dubbed the 'Golden Girl' by my schoolmates and the Daily Prophet. I was a Gryffindor. I was responsible, studious and talented.

Despite all of that, it did happen. I did creep out of my bed in the girl's dormitory, holding my breath and hoping none of the other girls would wake up as I slid the silvery fabric of the invisibility cloak over my head and disappeared. I did peek around the wall into the common room, to find that everyone had gone to bed. I did crawl out through the portrait hole, leaving the Fat Lady grumbling sleepily as she shifted in her frame. I did shuffle slowly down the passageway, passing the patrolling fifth year prefect, hoping my footsteps weren't as loud as they sounded in the absolute silence. I did take the stairs down to the dungeon, and I did stare intently at my watch, waiting for the last few seconds to pass and the portrait on my right to swing open.

It did. This time, however, things did not go according to plan.

A/N: Just the prologue…many more details to come about our dearest Rose. Shouldn't be too hard to guess who the 'him' is