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I just wanted to say that Rose's part is for "Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall." - A Scandalous, Sinning Challenge, Far Away Deadline! On HPFC. It's due October 5th, if you're interested. The second part was inspired by the He Stopped Loving Her Challenge, also on HPFC. I didn't actually join that one, though.

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She's Hyde


Have you ever heard the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Well, I'm living that story.

No, I didn't take a potion frequently.

It turns out that I just have a bad side.

Really, the look on their faces as they die… it's amazing.

I control whether they live or die.

With one flick of my wand, a person's life could end, and a family could go into mourning.

And they never know.

I'm not even kidding.

Why on earth would the little angel Rose Weasley ever want to kill anyone?

I'm pretty sure I'm a sociopath.

But I've never asked a psychiatrist, so feel free to draw your own conclusions.

Now that you've drawn them, may I proceed?

I want to describe killing to you. Maybe you'll begin to feel as I do.

When you're standing there with your wand raised, there's this… power. I really can't describe that part, but you control whether they live or die. And you start needing them to die.

At least, I do.

I needed Draco Malfoy to die. I needed to kill Roxanne- though I feel terrible about it now.

I just couldn't stop myself.

I wanted to kill Roxanne, and yet I didn't.

My brain said yes, my heart said no.

Usually it's the other way around.

But I'm a confused girl- there's no other way to put this.


It fits the situation quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

Which I do.

There's only one problem…

I think Scorpius Malfoy saw me kill his father…


Rose is a sociopath. She killed my father.

I know it was her.

She killed her cousin, Roxanne Weasley, too.

I love her.

No, loved her.

I can't love that… that thing anymore.

I don't see how I fell.

But I really, really loved her.

A lot.

In case you couldn't tell.

I would have died for Rose.

But now I just can't love her anymore, because she killed my father.

Do you even comprehend how big of a betrayal that is?

Imagine someone you love- your mother, for example, killed your father.

How do you feel?

Now, imagine that you were the only one who knew, but couldn't turn her in, because she's, well, she's your mother.

Except Rose isn't my mother. She is, WAS, the love of my life.

And this is the last thing I ever expected from Rose Weasley.

She's normally so shy and nice…

A sociopath…

Never woulda' guessed.

So I can't love Rose Weasley.

Even if I want to.

I feel out of love with her.

Out of love…