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August 1st, 1875 - location unknown.

Once upon a time, a little girl was born into a world where life wasn't fair. Born in the witching hour, her mother gave a sigh of relief. With the help of her loyal house elf, Eva. The little girl was born healthy and happy. With a unique birthmark on her left hip in the shape of the horntail dragon in pure black with a gold outline with small initials of V.A.R.. Heista No-name looked at her baby girl in her arms. Such a pity her daughter already had a soulmate that was older. How old, she'll never know. Her daughter was an Omega rank due to the gold. But she couldn't blame her little one. She, herself, was an Omega rank too. Heista has or had a soulmate - a pigheaded alpha- that didn't care about her well being.

The one that Heista's family didn't approve of due to that her soulmate was a dark wizard. So they had disowned her from the family. Her soulmate on the other hand hated her for being a light witch, fucked her multiple times. Rape. Bounded to a house with only her house elf, Eva for company. Her mate was fucking other women and when he wanted did fuck her. It felt disgusting. Dirty even. When he left for 2 months after fucking her. During that time she found out she was pregnant, and when he got back. He was pissed, and wanted to have her get rid of her little one. Gave her three days to get rid of the 'pest'. Only armed with Eva and her wand. They left. Her mate forgot that house elf's can go through any ward. Sucks to be him.

It was still in the middle of winter, so Hesita found safety in the caves in the Poirsear coast. Using her family's ancient gift of animal speech, the "nicer" spiders and wolves nearby aided her clothes and food. They also protected the entrances down below the mountain. Scaring off humans and hunters. Within the seven months, she aided any creature injured that needed help. Even a phoenix came to live with them. Dispute being heavily pregnant and fragile. Due to being away from your mate after being mated, causes fatigue, tiredness, and magic low level. However as the seven months passed, her little one was born a girl. Eva, who has been helping with everything, delivered Ash Rose No-name.

"Welcome to the world sweetheart."

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August 1st, 1875 - House of Rookwood: location Victor's room.

11 year old Victor Rookwood looked over his father's reports for the week. Staying up late in the night, he knew it needed to be done. It was the family business after all. The source of the income. He begrudgingly mentally thanked his father for teaching him the ways of the business.

Despite his hatred of his sperm donor with a passion, due to his father killing his Mother a few years ago to get her power. They were soulmates but his father got too greedy. To understand this, is when someone kills their soulmate, that soulmate ability and power go to the other half. It basically grants that 'grieving' soulmate power to kill them but their power increases for 10 years. Then they will be weak.

Victor had planned on killing his old man scumbag on his eighteenth birthday. Then take over the business fully and not work in the shadows. Victor had learned about soulmate marks and everything from his mother. He knew how powerful the couple could get. His mother had told him once, when his soulmate was found by him. Treat them with respect. Enjoy your time together, and help them with whatever path leads them together. The more trust you have; the more power you have. He made himself a promise on his mother's death, that he would spoil his soulmate rotten. That is, if he ever gets one.

Until then, Victor hopes that when he heads to Hogwarts this year for his first year.He has high hopes that it would make excellent connections with other families and expand the business. He hopes to be either Ravenclaw or Slytherin like his parents. More for Ravenclaw. Like his mother. The long weekends in the year, he can head home to help his sperm donor with the business. After all, he doesn't want his sperm donor to find out his plans for killing him once he hits the age of 18.

So here he was, still writing and receiving the paperwork. When his left hip started to burn. Like something just branded him. He was used to pain, due to being crucio for whatever his father got drunk. But being branded is another story. He pulled up his top, to see his previous bare skin marked with a horntail dragon mostly in black with blood red outline. The alpha rank, he was going to be the leader in the relationship. Near the tail has the initials of R.A. Victor was happy that his soulmate was born. Too bad they are 11 years apart in age, but he'll find them once they head to Hogwarts. Of course he'll be in his twenties, but still.

His goals are simple. Attend school until 7th year, kill his father, invest in the business, and be a guest for the first years when it's time for his soulmate to come of age. Find which student has the initials and spoil them. Simple right.

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July 1st, 1882- Location: Poirsear Coast cave

"Rose, darling! It's lunch time! Eva made your favorite." Heista called out of their 'home' tunnels. Home. It wasn't ideal for a little girl to grow up in. But with the help of the creatures, her magic and Eva, the caves became 'safer' for the seven year old. Hearing the sound of running, clicking and laughing. Hestia turns towards the empty hallway. Out pops Marissa, the Venomous Ambusher spider, allowing Rose to ride her on her back. Rose grew up to be beautiful for a little girl. In a messy bun, her wavy black hair slowly fell out, her cheeks full and lively along her pale skin. When she smiles, she has little dimples. Her heterochromatic eyes of blue and green, had a spark of fire. She didn't want her little one to grow up.

~Mistress, my apologies. The hatchling was playing with Alice.~ Marissa stated, Alice was her own hatchling.

~It's fine, Marissa. How is Alice?~ Hestia smiled. It was thanks to the spiders that provided their silk, that they had warm clothes. Silk was highly sought after by the high ladies and lords. She or Eva threaded the silk into sheets and sold it to a shop in Hogsmeade. One 12 yard roll of silk lasted the misfit family 500 galleons a month. The wolves aided in collecting meat and food for them. Kage, the Phoenix, provided some of his feathers which were sold to the wand markers and tears to the high end potions. That was every so often, giving them an extra few hundred. However Kage would rather be dotting over Rose with her wounds, or habitation up at the highest cliff.

~Alice just went for a nap~ Marissa stated.

~Mommy, Alice and I were playing tag. Can I play with her later?~ Rose excitedly asked.

~Maybe tomorrow, we have other stuff to do, like feeding that stomach of yours. But you have to ask Aunt Marissa first. ~ Hestia softly spoke while grabbing Rose off the back.

~Aunt Marissa, can I please play with Alice?~ Rose asked.

~Sure Hatchling, I will bring you down to the nest tomorrow. ~

~Thank you!~

"Now come along. Eva made roasted duck with wild carrots for lunch."

"Yes mamma."

Hestia knew Hogwarts would send a letter for her in a few years. She would rather get her little gir to bel homeschool and save money for later down the road. She didn't have the money for the education now. She knew her family wouldn't help her, or her Rose. Her mate was still alive. So she didn't want Rose to be found. Making the toughest decision, she decided. Her little girl would not go to Hogwarts.

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July 21, 1883 - Location: Rookwood castle.

Victor did it. Nineteen long years, he finally did it. Laying in front of him, headless was his father. Blood pooled around his feet. Crimson Red. His favorite color. He watches the men gather around him, hesitantly grasp the concept that he took over the business. He actually improved sales and provided better living wages to the men. His men knew he was in charge. They knew that they could get better money and didn't want to piss him off. Within the last 6 months Victor tripled the profits.

He didn't care for his mate anymore. Due to seven long years, his father made him cold hearted and brutal. Of course he wanted to meet them, but really, there's more pussy out there than one. More whores to spoil, he needs to relieve stress on the whores. His soulmate was only 8 and he still hasn't found them, yet, and besides he didn't want the fuck them yet until they had there bleed. Yes, his family was old fashioned. Cleaning himself up his face from his father's blood, his men cleaned up the dead body of his father. His. Still in the process of thinking they were his men now.

"Leave the head, I want to have his head as a decorative item on my desk." Victor commanded, watching his new second in command and friend Theophilus Hallow or Theo, directed the men. Making his way to his chambers Victor threw on a new set of clothes, since the other was bloody. A new pair of black slacks made from spider silk, and a three piece maroon almost like blood color tops with a light design of vines engrave vest. He threw on his long blue cloak with oversized lapels and his standard tophat.

Apparating towards his prized possession, his dragon fighting ring, Horntail Hill - named after the soulmate mark. The highest and most valuable location that exists, and funny enough his dead scumbag father didn't know about this location. Sure poaching and blackmailing the shopkeepers in the hamlets, gives everyone something. He also has spies everywhere.

Going inside, he was surrounded by the many whores in there. All wanting his attention, all wanting to be his. He strolled towards his location. Sitting down in his VIP box, he was being attended by three women. He wanted to imagine what his mate looked like. Moaning in pleasure of the blowjob from the redhead whore. Did his soulmate have this color of hair? Was it blonde? Brown? Or Black? Did she have white skin or black? What kinda eyes did they have? Moaning on the idea of fucking his mate, he cums inside the whore's mouth. He was still hard. The others looked jealous at the red head. Grabbing her up by the hair and ripping the panties, he pulls out his cock and impales her. There's lots of him to go around. He also still has two other whores to spoil.

Just a few more years until I meet you little one.

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September 1st, 1886 - Location: Hogwarts

Being good friends with the current headmaster, Victor Rookwood attended as a guest in disguise of an old man glamor for the first day of the year, using the excuse as being a sponsor for the kids in his camps. He thought that education was important and sent the youngest at age poachers to Hogwarts. He needed spies and if his mate was here, she needed protection. Eight children would attend the school. Four girls and four boys. He's been doing this for three years. Two for each household. It has been working so well. This year 17 new students arrived, excluding his eight. However his soul mark never changes. He sponsors the kids until they finish 7year.

This year he did notice Miss. Poppy Sweeting joining the first years - automatic going to Hufflepuff. The Sweeting's told every poacher their daughter ran off with a hippogriff, and flew to her grandmother's house. Glad to see that grandma had sent her to Hogwarts. He watched and waited. He looked at Phineas, nodding at him that he needed to leave soon. After all, he did run an underground criminal ring.

"Attention students. I would like to personally welcome someone special here today. As of the last three years, this fine gentleman has been sponsoring children from unfortunate families to attend this fine school. Please welcome August V.R Wood. It's thanks to him and his business that these children can learn."

Victor smiles, " Thank you Headmaster for the wonderful speech. For those that got sorted today. Welcome to Hogwarts. You will only see me today and the occasional time in the future. I always like seeing the children have an education. I will let your families know. Have a wonderful time at Hogwarts dear. Headmaster, a word if you don't mind."

"Sure August. Alright students, classes begin in the morning. I believe all of you have stuff to attend to, so off you all go."

Victor watched as the students and remaining staff left the great Hall. Once alone with Phineas, he followed the headmaster to his office. Damn he forgot how that grand staircase takes to the office. It was a few minutes, until they both entered the office. Filled with life in the office, Victor collapsed on the guest chair. Puzzled due he knew that his mate was a first year.

" I need to know how many students didn't come to the school in the first year group." Victor demanded. He needed to know if his mate was marked as one. He watches Phineas move to the desk in the middle of the room. Pulling out of the desk was a small letter, with one name.

"There was this letter. It couldn't be sent out, because it came back every time. Because the child on this has no last name, so it's Miss. R.A no-name. Its address is also non legible, written in scribbles. And we had followed the owl, when a fucking phoenix pops in just to interrupt the owl outside the school and it heads back to the owl tower outside." Phineas went silent. Letting the information sink into Victor. R.A like the initials of his mark. "So when trying to track the Phoenix, it teleports in many places losing its tracker. So we contacted the Klassen family - they had a gift to speak with animals and were a light family. Hated us dark wizards, but I reached out to see if they could communicate with the bloody bird, for the child to attend."

Victor listened, "I would personally pay them, if they could help."

"Unfortunately, all had died last year and their home was filled with decaying flesh. However if rumors were true they had disowned the daughter named Hestia about 13 years ago due to her soulmate. She is probably your only lead. I believe her soulmate is Areti Eadwald Herbert. One of your father's men."

Victor groaned in frustration. He knew that name. "Fuck, I killed him with that scumbag 3 years ago. But I don't remember him having a wife, I guess I will have to ask some of the older men what happened to her. Thank you for the information, and the lead on the Phoenix. We have seen it around, and been trying to poach it. Apparently there's someone selling the feathers and tears."

He moved towards the fireplace to floo, since clearly you can apparate out of school wards. "If you ever need a break from this castle for the weekend. Let me know. I have a place to set you up as a thank you for the information."

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December 1889- Location Poirsear coast: by the river to the shore.

Victor finally found Heista. It was a cold night on New year's Eve. However it wasn't the good news he was hoping for. It took him 3 years to try and find the child that might be his mate, and his only lead was dead. It looked like she was stabbed and poisoned. His men found her being dragged by four mongrels. Towards the river, they looked like they were moaning about the loss of their friend. He motioned his men to capture the mongrels. He is a businessman after all. He could sell these beasts. However they seemed more like trained dogs. He might keep them.

He needed the information, and made the desire to transform Heista into an inferi. May not be his best idea, but it would help with their stash around the area. Then again victor was livid. Pure livid. Not only did his lead for this child disappear. His family castle is in the process of being ransacked by filthy vermin goblins. Which he would need to head back there. He didn't mind the young witch who had been there to research something called 'ancient magic'. She asked for his permission and explained there was a link with his family home. She even paid him to let her stay to discover her knowledge. Such a shame she died by the vermin. They destroyed the cellar and their fucking leader had something that belong to him. Named them resprepository. A powerful power. He wanted it. And he wanted it badly. Sighing he looked over at the dead body.

"Take the body northeast of Hogwarts valley. Turn it into one of inferi there."

"Yes boss."

What Victor and his men failed to notice was the house elf Eva. Watching from a distance with tears in her eyes. Her Mistress Heista and Mistress Rose have been amazing people. Of course she didn't want to leave her Mistress Heista behind. But she was ordered to bring Mistress Rose to safety.

It was earlier that day when the misfit family of three were delivering the spider silk. Rose was out near the shore chatting with some of the dugbogs, when Mistress Hestia was dropping off the silk. When they all met back up, Rose was still playing around. She got faster and wild. Mistress Heista told her to grab Rose and head back home. Heista's thought there was someone watching her. On her desk there's a letter for an old friend named George Osric. Bring Rose to him with the letter, if she didn't make it. She didn't want Rose to find out she was dead, so tell her she went on a mission.

It didn't take long to hear the howling. The cry of sorrow and loss. Eva learned the importance of their animal friends' calls. She also knew Rose still needed training in magic. She recalls seeing her Mistress Rose wield an unknown power. Popping back to the home caves, she went to the desk. Pulling out a the letter for Mr. Osric from the desk, she helped pack Rose's bag.

It didn't take long to find her young charge, chatting with Kage. She motions to Kage behind young Rose that she'll explain later to everyone. Who ends up understanding.

"My apologies for interrupting Great Kage and Mistress Rose, Eva has something to say. Mistress Heista was asked to go on a long mission. Unfortunately she wouldn't know how long she would be, so she asked Eva to bring Mistress Rose to her old friend. I believe he is your godfather."

"Eva, did mom ask you to do this?"

"Yes ma'am. I will go ahead and see if he would be okay taking you in. If possible, please take a look at the stuff in your bag on the bed. You will be able to visit here if he agrees. Mistress Heista trusts this man."

"Alright, I will be back, Kage." Eva waited until she was gone. Using elf magic to see if she left. She did.

"Great Kage, I know you can understand me. Mistress Hestia is dead. Stabbed and found by the hunters. Unfortunately other humans found them and they got caught. Please keep an eye on Rose. I rather her not to know what had happened. I will be back soon." Eva then bows low and ports out of the cave system. On the mission to find Mister Osric.

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June 31st, 1890 - Location: London city

Rose was happy to learn more about the world. Sure she misses the wild and the misfit family she grew up with. Her godfather George, - who had wanted to be called uncle George - informed her she would be heading to Hogwarts in the new year, being sponsored by the school. She only saw the man twice since the new year. He had Eva take care of her and left for months on end. She then got a letter. It was from Hogwarts, that they were sending a professor to help Rose. Thankfully it was Uncle George's friend, Professor Figg.

It was fun in the summer being taught magic. Figg was kind enough to help out for the summer. It was when school was about to begin and started your escort to the school; everything became a blur of events.

Rose ran toward her uncle, giving him a huge hug. Maybe wishing there was more bonding time with him, it was nice to see him. When the three of them moved into the flightless carriage. George pulled out of his pocket a cylinder shape. Rose saw a blue glow around it. She barely touched it, unlocked a key with many events, a dragon, and the death of an uncle leading to a castle on the cliff. Following a dwarf power wielding maniac, with barely escaping. That being lead to Hogwart, home was close to her. Maybe she could call Eva for some old outfits she could wear. She didn't mind it, and it wouldn't hurt. Rose was lead into the great hall and was sorted to Slytherin. She remain quiet and listened to her dormmates. Apparently the sponser that helps with keeping the kids in school didn't show up tonight. It was weird, since he has done this for the past 6 years.

Rose woke up and slowly was cautious. Her mother would be proud she got into Hogwarts, but it was weird. She missed her friends like Alice and Marissa. Kage was wise and knowing. She waited in the dorms for Professor Weasley. To start the day she attended her first new a few classes. It wasn't until Natsai Onai was leading her to Hogsmeade on the second day of being there, and everything caught up to her.

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Location: Hogsmeade

Hogsmeade was a vibrant and lively town; everywhere felt personally touched by the people. However Rose was feeling unsettled; that unnerving presence of being watched. Ever since Natty and her split up at Hogsmeade, she felt eyes on her back - it was thanks to the wolf pack, she had developed a sixth sense. No matter where she went - if it was outside next to the Magic Neep to Tomes and Scrolls. She felt watched. Trying to lose on whoever was stalking her. Rose had an idea; it was sneaky and she wasn’t sure if mother would approve. But her gut stated it needed to be done. Moving into Zonko's Joke Shop to use a ‘washroom’, Rose checked around the stalls in the pranked tie-dye room. Finding them all empty, which was weird but whatever. It just might expose her gifts, but it was something that she felt unsafe. Unsure.

“Eva,” with a small pop. There’s Eva, the fragile looking, but when defined and nurturing house elf. This wonderful elf looked up from her spot with her shamrock green eyes.

“Mistress Rose, how may Eva help you?”

“Hello Eva, do you know anything about how mother is doing, I miss her terribly?” With small signs of Eva about to tell a lie again, Rose knew - due to growing up with Eva. Eva was a shitty liar. Rose wasn’t stupid, she knew something happened in the new year, last year. Her gut knew her mother had perished, but she liked living in the fantasy that she was on a mission like Eva said.

“Mistress Heista hasn't summoned Eva for a long while. Eva hopes her mission is successful. Eva has been working on the silk harvest and sheets to sell when Mistress Rose wants to sell them to our buyer in town.” That’s right, Rose almost forgot about the trading Mother and she did. Mother had gone under a pseudonym name - H.Chiper for her buyers - her’s was R.Cipher. However this buyer Eva was referring to Augustus Hill, the gentleman that owned the clothing shop in town right now.

“I guess we will need to visit him later this month. I will send him a letter informing him I will be coming and sorry for the delay. That is if he’s not working the shop today. But Eva, I called you
to see if you could go and get Kage on stand-by. I feel like I am being watched and it’s unsettling at the moment. I was wondering if he would be okay on standby just in case something happens.”

“Eva will go and get Great Kage birdy,” with the small pop, the house elf was gone. Within a few seconds, Eva popped back in with Kage, who landed on Rose’s right shoulder, perching. “Eva will take her leave now. Eva has a lot of work to do.”

“Thanks Eva for your help, I will call you later.” Rose politely spoke, and with a small pop, Eva was gone. With only the two beings in the room, Rose glanced up at Kage - the pure fire colors of red, orange, yellow, with hints of blue feathers. It looked like a lace pattern on the long tail, down to Rose's lower back. Kage hooked his tail around her body like a mother hen protecting its chick.

§Rose, it’s good to see you again sweetheart. Eva told me that you need me on stand-by, Why?§ Kage chirped to Rose. After fifteen years of living with the family; he was viewed as the uncle figure - if he had been a human; he would have considered this talented girl as his niece. Heista and him both agreed to not give away the family location in the last 4 years. Protecting them by interrupting the letters for them in their real name and not pseudonym. But since Heista had passed away, and his niece was sent to her godfather - then idiot George ( what was his last name) didn’t even care about Rose’s as Eva informed him - he couldn’t do anything except keep Rose safe.

§I felt I was being watched as soon as I got into town. It is unknown why and what they are after… well actually it might have to do with the unexpected trip to Griggotts. I just want you here just in case something happens.§ Rose quietly stated.

§Well what would you like to do?§ Kage asked, Rose was about to answer, it was until there was chattering outside the door.

"Are you sure she was in here?" Hushed tones were outside.

"Positive sir! She is the new student that showed up late to the sorting ceremony. It was the same description that Mister A. Wood implied in his report to us. That his vermin alliance wants her, something related to the bank. Or that's what the letter stated."

Shit. Shit. Shit need to think of something. Rose was panicking. Looking around the room, Rose saw a window in the tiny room. It was enough to escape, but she didn't have enough time. Rushing to the window and opening it up, Rose made it look like it was her escape route. She then rushed over to the stalls and closed every stall; with the help of Kage, both locked it from the inside. Until the last one, where she took her shoes off; she stood on the rim of the toilet. Kage's flame dimmed down to hide their hiding spot. She then locked the stall door, when someone entered the room.

"Merlin damn it. She got out from the window. Go find her, she's somewhere out there in the town." A gruff raspy voice exclaimed in the room. Keeping quiet, Rose listened to the retreating footsteps. Quietly she stepped down, slipped her shoes back on, and hurried out of the washroom. Forgetting she still had Kage on her shoulder, slipped out the back entrance and went to the courtyard to meet up with Natty. Entering the plaza, Rose sees Natty pacing back and forth, her hair frizzing a little out of her braids.

§ Is she the one that came with you? From school? She looks really worried darling.§ Kage chipped.

§ Yup, her name is Natty. I hope to have her as a long time friend like Alice. Speaking of which, are you staying with me then?§

§Yes, after what just happened? Your mother would have cooked me alive if something bad happened,§ Kage stated. Rose had noticed that Natty was looking around for her. Deciding to jog into the square, Rose had smiled.

"Hey Natty, sorry I am a little late. I had an old friend of the family flame in." Rose stated, while motioning to Kage. She watched Natty's eyes widen, probably due to seeing a rare and exotic magical creature; the Phoenix.

"My golly, is that a Phoenix?" Natty half gasped and filled with shock. Rose had noticed there was a crowd starting to form and whisper. Some were even pointing at Kage and herself.

"Natty, meet the flaming chicken of a mother hen -" gets hit by the wing from Kage in the head, before he starts staring at the onlookers that were watching the two girls." - my mother and I call, Kage."

"He is gorgeous! A Phoenix is so rare itself. Lately there was one reported sighting of one in the highlands for years. It is rare to see that one; Poppy had thought the poachers got it. There were feathers and tears being sold, roughly six months ago just stopped." Natty was rambling that Rose turned her out some. Kage perked up from what Natty was saying.

§ Wow, I didn't think people would miss me.§ Kage muttered, § We should also leave sweetheart, there's a huge crowd forming this area.§

"Hey Natty, let's get some food." Rose made a small motion to the ever growing crowd. That was until the ground shook. Slowly turning to Natty, "that wasn't your stomach was it Natty?"

"No, was that yours?"

Slowly turning around towards the Hengist of Woodcroft statue. The girls witness a huge ugly troll.

"Shit"

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Rookwood was livid. He has ten fully grown men protrolling Hogsmeade. He had eight students following and tracking down the girl. So would someone tell him why? That he was now out to help searching for this girl. He had Theophilus follow a sighting in Zonko's Joke Shop. Someone else reported she was heading to the square. Ranrok’s description of her was unhelpfully simple, not that he expected much from that scumbag goblin. A girl, maybe fifteen, with black Raven hair. He needed a distraction to get her, that goblin vermin - Ranrok was sending to help.

Rookwood stood in the alleyway between the Hogsmeade Post Office and Steeply & Sons, using the shadows of the buildings to draw no attention to himself as he scanned the faces in the village square. He espied a Gryffindor Gal through all the hustle and bustle, a Gal of sixteen or so, pacing back and forth near a bench at the very center of the plaza—Rookwood reckoned this was the same gal that Harlow had mentioned. She was alone, which was good; that meant the girl hadn’t arrived yet. He searched the crowd again; this one had black hair but was much too young and with their parent, that one had black hair with bright red layers who was holding hands with their partner, the one over there—

Ah.

A pretty young lady, past underneath the bridge next to Gladrags Wizardwear on the left side of the square, her long skirts and school robes—Slytherin crest, he noted—billowing behind her. Her black hair was loose and free, and she looks like she just turned fifteen, but by barely a hair’s width. However, what had shocked him to a core was the magical creature; the phoenix just sitting on her shoulder like a parrot.

A nagging feeling in the back of his mind found her somehow familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. The girl stopped and looked around before she saw the Gryffindor gal. Victor had watched her mouth move almost non-existent, but watched the Phoenix chipped in agreement. He watched as she made a beeline towards her fellow classmate. He almost jump for joy, resisting just snatching and running at her.

She was like Heista no-name. She could understand the flaming chicken after trying to hunt it for himself for his omega mate. Maybe once the girl was ensnared by his ashwinders, they could control other magical creatures too. She would have to obey us; but he personally would have to break her spirit.

He would need to change the conditions with Ranrok - that disgusting vermin. It couldn’t be helped; this young lass has a gift of understanding the creatures that his business deals with. He wanted her, her ability and power. He watched the pair of students closely; he was too far away to hear their conversation, but she introduced the Phoenix towards the Gryffindor gal and said something that made the Phoenix hit her on the head. Like something an older sibling would do to the young sibling of saying smarten up.

The two were beginning to shuffle off towards the main thoroughfare when a rumbling signaled to Rookwood that his distraction had arrived. The ensuing chaos erupted within seconds as a troll barreled through the plaza, causing the masses to scatter; the handful of witches and wizards who remained pelted the troll with a myriad of spells before obeying Officer Singer’s command to draw it away from the village. It was just the four of them now; the Gryffindor gal took her hand in his target's arm to lead her away. Rookwood was about to step forward out of the shadows to tail them. Still trying to figure out how to get the phoenix as well to add to his collection.

He balked when the ground shook and a low growl rang out. A second troll lumbered through one of the buildings lining the square and straight towards the pair. The Gryffindor rolled out of the way with impressive agility, and his target got launched up in the air. The Phoenix had pulled his target -her- in the air. It almost looked like a flaming set of wings on his target. He watched as the phoenix landed her with grace, like they were doing this for years.

The Gryffindor gal, bravely, flung a spell at the troll in a vain attempt at distraction as the ugly troll charged towards her, with her flame wings dripping with power. She moved into a defending position with her wand in her left hand— A silver blue glow appeared at the end of her wand and she held her hand up to it, forming an orb; it shot out, and the troll evaporated in the blink of an eye.

Rookwood stood stone still, absolutely gobsmacked. What in Merlin’s name? He had seen a similar magic before, in that runty upstart goblin’s hands. But this—whatever it was—seemed different, so much so that he hesitated to even call it magic; pure corporeal power, more like. It was beautiful. It was intoxicating. He wanted it. He needed it. Not only did this female speak to the creatures, she also had this power. He wanted to have her.

Ranrok, you damned goblin scum. You have a lot of explaining to do.

Rookwood watched the crowds begin to return to the square, and the girls chatted a bit with Officer Singer before aiding in the clean up efforts. He watched her, catlike, trying to find a good opening in which to pounce. Of course the phoenix remained on her shoulder. He swore under his breath upon realizing his chance had passed; there were too many simpletons milling about, and if he tried to snatch her up now it would only cause a fuss, which was best avoided. He spied on her until she entered Gladrags Wizardwear before sidling, unseen and unheard, towards the rendezvous point where Ranrok and Harlow were waiting for him.

That scumbag Ranrok was hiding something, and he was determined to find out.

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After meeting with Augustus Hill - who didn't recognize her - was very grateful to pass her a high-end spider silk school robe. Rose almost gave herself away by laughing as the vendor when he mentioned that the silk was on high demand but low stock. By avoiding Kage's comments, who remained a little pissed off at the trolls. After thanking Mister. Hill, both Natty, Kage and herself left the store. She was still starving, and destroying a troll made everyone hungry, Natty quickly suggested going to The Three Broomsticks now to which all excitedly agreed.

When the girls walked underneath the bridge, Rose noticed a sound of yelling. The group isslowed down and moved quickly crouched down near a wall. Just in case they needed to interfere. Rose noticed Ranrok with a group of two.

Both over heard through barely hearable Ranrok partly yell at the man: "You said you could get to the child when they came to Hogsmeade. That all you needed was a distraction. I gave you a distraction."

The mystery man went rigid and spoke clearly enough, "I just watched a student take down your distraction. Who is this child? What are you not telling me?"

Getting the idea of what they were talking about Rose knew what they were talking about sending those Trolls on her. Kage was livid and wanted to burn every single person in that group. Rose had figured that she was causing interference - although she got dragged into all of this - to Ranrok's plan; currently making her. A high value target for him and allies. Completely shocked over this, she watched the goblin glance up at them. Rose tapped on Natty's shoulder and whispered "let’s go."

Hustling to the bar, Natty turned to Rose, confusion written all over, “do you think they saw us?”

Rose paused to think, facing at Natty head, Rose cautiously spoke “I don’t think so.”

Trying to also process the information they all witnessed, Natty wondered out loud “what was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?”

Natty had mentioned one of the gentlemen there. She finally put it together; it was the same Rookwood everyone at schools keeps talking about. She can't figure out which gentleman is Rookwood but it almost makes her stumble over her feet, “Ranrok is working with Rookwood?”

Natty looked like a lightbulb went on in her head “the goblin from the daily prophet? I knew I'd seen him somewhere!”

A loud noise came from behind them, from which they just were. Both females turn to see the back of a man's top hat and bowler hat man looking around.

§Keep going Rose§ Kage urged Rose.

Natty whispered “Quickly! Let’s get inside The Three Broomsticks.'' Quickly rushing in that direction making you follow after him. Glancing once more behind, to double check.

After opening the doors to gorgeous craving doors of The Three Broomsticks everyone let out a sigh of relief. Looking quickly around reminded; Rose of the stories her mother read and described of an old wood cabin. Open, spacious, and cozy, gives her a sense of a home away from home. Home. Would she even be able to go home? Would Kage stay with her or leave her?

Looking forward to her future, Rose continued to view the ambience of the Inn. There was what might be a barkeeper saying goodbye to a goblin like an old friend before turning to the back of the bar to clean something. Rose then noticed Natty starting to walk towards the bar seating - quickly following right behind a sitting down. The barkeeper - Sirona - noticed the new additions to the bar turned; “now what can I- oh, there’s a face I haven’t seen before."

Rose felt a small blush creep up, turned to face Sirona with a smile and let out a cheerful “it’s actually my first time here.”

“Welcome! Butterbeers on me” she turns and flicks her wand in the direction of the barrel. Rose let her mouth open a little in shock and pure amusement. She watches in amazement as the butterbeer gets poured into the cups all by themselves. Her attention falls on Sirona again “I heard about the attack. I shall be looking in on the other shopkeepers and residents shortly. I am glad to see you two escaped injury.”

Natty quickly chipped in sounding like a proud friend; “thanks to this one, single-handedly took down a troll.”

Rose went beet red in the face from embarrassment from praise."It was nothing." Trying to wave off the praise.

Sirona looked at you impressed “is that right? well done. What's your Phoenix's name? He is beautiful.”

§ At least someone sees me beautiful§ Kage looks up with pure pride.

Slowly Rose looked up at Kage then to Sirona, "This drama queen known as flaming chicken of a mother hen -" gets hit by the wing from Kage in the head, Sirona chuckled at that action " - is Kage."

The cups now full to the brim with butterbeer glided in the air over to Natty and Rose. It was Rose's first time drinking this, grabbing it mid air, and was about to take a sip. Kage bent down and drank first out of Rose's cup. Chuckling at his silly actions, Rose gave a look at Sirona, “thanks for this.”

She nodded her head in understanding “my pleasure.” She started to clean the front counter and looked off in a different direction behind you in deep thought; “I will say -trolls in hogsmeade? that’s never happened before, somethings not right."

Rose glanced over to Natty in a silent understanding. Sirona continued voicing her thoughts “the only brutes we usually have to deal with are-“ she was interrupted by the doors opening with force followed by grunting, she looked over at the noise “hmph. how timely”

She walked around the bar towards the man Rose saw earlier in the alley way. One was named Victor Rookwood and the other man.

Rose turned around quickly pulling her hood up hoping they didn’t see her face yet as she hadn't gotten to see theirs properly, nonchalantly eavesdropping on their conversation. She thought Kage was watching too, but… apparently she just found out he's an alcoholic on butterbeer. Which was strange, because he had Rose's mom alcohol fire whiskey. Maybe it was the sugar from it. But Kage is hopelessly drunk, leaning on her head for support. Glacing in the corner of her eye to catch a glimpse. Both men were well aged in their mid to late twenties. One was bald with the Bowler hat, while the other had a salt and pepper beard, blue cloak and a stupid tophat.

The tophat guy smiled stating to Sirona, “was that Lodgok i saw leaving just now?” He walked up to Sirona in a cocky strutt, a breath of a laugh leaving his lips “your clientele’s not what it used to be, Sirona.”

She tilts her head and mocks his tone “oh, not to worry, Victor. Once the two of you leave. the caliber of my clientele will greatly improve.”

The man beside Rookwood looks stunned, reaching for his back pocket for his wand and steps forward in an attempt to intimidate Sirona.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you Theophilus" Sirona states not backing down.

After Rookwood realized what Harlow was doing he raised his hand in front of him in a small show of dominance to settle down making Harlow back down straight away “Come now” he said towards Harlow then turning to Sirona “no need for theatrics” with a smile of his face “i’m only here for this one, anyway” he turns to point at Rose and she turn to look at him making it clear she was eavesdropping.

Slowly standing up, in case she needs to make a break for it. Rose is so stuck in her own head trying to find a way to escape that she didn’t even realize Sirona was saying something “My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer.”

Victor waved his hand in nonchalance at the Bartender, he tried walking towards Rose “I only want a quick word.”

Rose stood in place still processing what was happening as he walked closer. She actually had a true look at him - Victor. His height compared to hers was huge. She barely made it to his chest. She tilted her head like a puzzle that was being solved. Her eyes shone up at him in a look of innocence towards to meet his icy blue with each step he took - the low light of the Inn defined a light that gave Rose a simmer of glow; made Victor take his breath away. Like the Hunter for hunting its prey. And Rose was his prey.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me.” Sirona snapped the both back to reality making them both look at her as she slightly stood in front of Rose getting in the way of viewing him “I said my friend is busy."

Bystanders from the tavern took that as their que to stand behind the barkeeper with their wands raised. Victor looks back at Rose then to Sirona before stepping back shifting back to his normally cocky self looking at each of the bystanders “one would think you’d all had enough bloodshed for one day” before facing Harlow “come, Theophilus. The Three Broomsticks isn’t what it used to be. Let’s take our galleons elsewhere.”

He looks unimpressed at Sirona but then glances at his little prey with a smile and says in a mocking threatening tone “can’t drink butterbeer forever love” walking backwards to keep facing her before winking just before the door closed so only she could see. Damn. Rose felt a blush start to form and smiled slightly.

When Sirona turned to Rose, she wiped that smile off her face, slightly embarrassed with herself. “Seems you’ve made an unfortunate enemy. watch your back. Rookwood and Harlow are worse than any troll you might encounter.”

"Thank you for your help, sorry for causing you all trouble."

"Not a problem for a new fresh face. Please be cautious out there."

Before walking away for the night, Rose became even more embarrassed. She never felt like this, and never was told about this emotion. Sure she had read some books earlier this year, but it wasn't the same. Rose felt her mind being so easily flustered like the young Lady - The Portrait of a Lady. It could be due to Victor Rookwood being so incredibly hot. Scolding herself in own head, a throat clearly sound, catching you off guard when Natty gained Rose's attention “Trolls, Ranrok and Rookwood? what are you not telling me?”

Rose looked up at a very drunk Kage and glanced around the room before whispering “I promise to tell you everything, but it’s perhaps best I do that later” signaling towards all the people around. The fifth year girls both decided to head back to the castle straight away so as to not worry Professor Weasley.

When all three arrived at the castle, the two girls agreed to chat later about what happened. Heading towards the great staircase, Rose thanked Natty and descended down the staircase to her common room with Kage. Entering the common Kage, who didn't move a feather, made it in the safety of a new bedroom. Quickly removing Kage to a comfortable location, and spelled around his perch. Rose slowly undressed to her underwear and went to the mirror looking for anything bruised or scratch marks. Nothing bruised or scratch marks, but Rose did notice something. The birthmark of the dragon changes color to pure gold. Shrugging, she didn't care what this had meant for her, although she was puzzled. Maybe she should ask Natty tomorrow.

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Location: Hogwarts, Transfiguration Courtyard, September 12, 1889

Rose had felt that same feeling of being watched. She hadn't left the school, since that day at Hogsmeade because of the troll incident. However she was enjoying making new friends.
It was a full week with classes and homework, when Rose had an afternoon alone with Natty and her new friend Poppy - Who really took a shine and loves seeing Kage up close. Kage, refusing to leave his charge, followed Rose everywhere other than the washroom and her changing her daily wear- which was always alone. She had an eerie feeling she was still being watched. Rose wasn't sure if it was due to her being the new student or being hailed as a hero - The Troll Slayer, or the Phoenix Whisper was another. However, Kage remained quiet in the classes and stayed with the professor on their desk. He even got bribed by Professor Weasley, with treats for an extra pair of eyes in the class, while Sharp got bribed for Kage's tears to be in the classroom. What was surprising to Rose is that the Headmaster Black, wanted to introduce her to the school's beneficial Mister. Wood and his assistant later after Friday's classes. Apparently they wanted to check and see if the phoenix needed supplies and food. Rose was panicking about the meeting. She hoped that Natty and Poppy would come with her, or even Professor Fig.

Speaking of which, Rose still wanted to talk to Natty about the gold mark on her hip. Her mother had only said she would know when she would be older. Yet she never did. She watches Kage chirp and nod at Poppy chat aimlessly.

"Hey Natty," getting the raven haired girl's attention.

"Yes Rose?"

"I have a question," Rose slowly fiddles with her top. "I was wondering if you knew anything about birthmarks that switch a different color, for example, black to gold."

Natty looked puzzled at the moment before her eyes lit up. "Rose, did you just say black to gold?" Natty watched Rose nod, before looking around if anyone was listening and watching the trio. "Hey Rose, did your mother ever tell you about the second gender dynamics?"

"Umm… I think she never did. Mother was always super busy trying to give me the best life imaginable." Rose barely whispers, trying to think back to the education her mother taught her. She knows how to read and write at the age of 5. Books were very limited and it was Aunt Marissa - a spider- that had her write sentences when they had chatted. When done, she had her mother look over her work on spelling. But there was never the mention of the second gender. Rose then looked at her two female friends and saw them both staring at her and back at each other. She had noticed Kage looked ashamed like he knew what they were talking about.

"Well," Poppy started, " what about soulmates? Did your mother ever tell you about it?"

"Yeah, I believe mother mentioned that she and my sperm donor" - Natty and Poppy raised an eyebrow when Rose's father was called the sperm donor - "were soulmates? She left to protect me - but I don't think she went into detail. But, I read in the fairy tale books that soulmates are fates chosen and that most live happily ever after."

"Well, that is somewhat correct." Poppy started, "soulmates are fates chosen. However gran had always told me that Lady Magic designed each soulmate with a symbol, sentence or full name. Lady Magic had also given each soulmate dominance hierarchy, known to us as a second gender when the pair hit the age of maturity at 16. However it sometimes hits early in some cases. "

Rose processed the information, before Natty chimed into the conversation. "Second gender make up the community with three main categories and 6 sub-categories. The main three are known as the Alpha, Beta, Omega, while the sub-categories are marked with colors. The Alpha Category is marked in red - the lighter the mark is the lower rank you are. If the mark is blood red, it means the alphas have the traits of being a leader, and can control other Alpha, Beta and Omega. It is only the Alphas that can reproduce with Omegas from what a world wide study states. Beta's are marked in a blue mark on their skin, the dark blue is the dominant personality. While a light blue is the submission of the couple. However the Omega's are completely different. They are submission in nature however pure gold means they could only match the alpha leader in leadership. Pale gold, almost a light yellow, is more free but doesn't need to be needy like the leader."

Rose could somewhat understand that she just entered a completely different world. Did her mother shelter this much? She then recalled her mother's pale yellow mark. Why did she never ask about it in the past? Was it ever asked about it?

"Gran had mentioned that there was a recent study from the ministry. It had stated that Alphas make up about 30 percent of the population of the world and have a slightly higher than baseline fertility, and can smell when Betas and Omegas are in heat. Betas are about 67 percent with average fertility and cannot smell another's heat. Omegas are rare at about 3 percent of the population, and are much, much higher on the fertility scale than the average human." Poppy started to give Rose the rough idea on its population density. "Betas also have a very mild heat cycle; they run a light fever, tend to have a small increase in arousal, that's about it. Omegas, on the other hand, suffer almost debilitating heat cycles. If they are not mated by their soulmate, or use one of those hotels with other Alphas to ease the process if needed. The omega can suffer brain damage, death, paralysis; they literally burn up from the inside. An Alpha or certain potions and herbs can stop or soothe the heat enough to tolerate it for the week or two that it lasts, unless they become pregnant, in which case it stops in a few days. Omegas also exude an incredibly powerful pheromone that can drive Alphas to insane lengths to possess them."

"Usually something like meeting your soulmate changes the color of it, before you hit the age of 16. Abuse also causes people to present their secondary gender." Natty added to the group, "I had a friend that was treated badly and made him present earlier as an alpha. I have a soulmate and rank, mine on my right breast chest. Light gold in the shape of a jackalope with a person laying next to it with my soulmate's initials on the body T.O.H."

"A little bird, maybe the Snidget with medium gold, and 4 initials, S.A.R.S" Poppy smiled.

"Well, I have a birthmark of a type of dragon VAR. It was mostly black with a dark gold edge trim. But on our Hogsmeade trip together, it went full gold." Rose stated nervously, afraid of who was her soulmate. That day was a chaotic, and wild day for Rose - knowing that town was jammed packed.

"So your soulmate and Alpha were in Hogsmeade that day." Poppy softly replied to the information.

"Well, guess I know my mate is out there, and I saw them. I just hope they treat me right." Rose cheerfully chripped to the other two. The other omegas smiled, moved towards Rose with a group hug.

Even Kage looked at them from his spot, fluffing his feathers. § Rose, don't worry about it. You're still young, and with not only Ranrok after you. You also have Rookwood too. I rather you enjoy your freedom, since you barely had it other than the trips with your mother.§

With a soft nod of Rose's head, the small group of girls spent the rest of the afternoon chatting happily and laughing at each other.

X~X~X~X

Location: Hogwarts, Headmaster office, September 13,1889

Rose made her way up to the headmaster's office with Professor Figg and Professor Weasley, to meet up with the school sponsor Mister Wood and another ministry worker from the department of Families. Rose felt nervous and had an uneasy phase towards this meeting. With yesterday's conversation still in mind about being an Omega, she wanted to be out and free. Looking for her soulmate. She wanted to submit to her Alpha and be bred. It's her instinct slowly forming, but she also wanted to be learning and having friends that are human like her. She was grateful to both the professors and Kage to head to the headmaster's office. Kage stayed perched on her shoulder, being hypervigilance, since he didn't like having so many men in one room with his charge. He knew this was a standard visit from the sponsor. Kage was concerned about the ministry worker. Why was a worker here for her? Did they find out about he’s charge being gifted? or living a double life? or what if they want to ask what happened in the last month?

The group approached the headmaster statue, which was already open and waiting for them. Ascending the spiral staircase, Rose was presented in a small waiting room, before the door of the headmaster. Rose could hear low tone hushed whispers from beyond the door.

"Headmaster, Miss. Ash is here for the meeting.” Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door. Rose watched as the doors opened in front of them.

“Come in,” the easily recognized voice of the headmaster.

Rose watched as Mrs. Weasley opened the door, leaving her to follow right behind the professor. The room was unique, with every portrait of the headmaster and mistress before her. Cabinet lined with little things like the sorting hat, to small chests. In front of her sat the headmaster accompanied by three men, strange but she did know she was going into a meeting. Incased around the gentleman were tall columns to try to separate the room a bit, reminding Rose of the Greek stories she had read about the Greek temples. On a second platform in the section, with stairs on both sides, one of the men was on the upper deck leaning on the rails slightly above the headmaster. While one was sitting in front of the headmaster and another standing with a book reading.

She felt Kage stiffen on her shoulder, but smiled, Rose spoke softly, “Hello Headmaster.”

“Ah, yes Mrs. Ash, the new fifth year student. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Figg, thank you for bringing her up here. You're both dismissed.”

Rose looked at Figg in a small worry of panic. Both professors she felt safe with, are dismissed from being in the room. Curious on why, but knew Kage was still with her.

“Of course sir.” Figg responded with a low bow, before laying a hand on Rose’s shoulder. “I will be outside for our lessons after this. After all, you still have a lot of catching up to do for your owls.”

“Of course, professor. Hopefully we get everything done fast.” Rose smiled softly as she watched the professors leave the room. Slowly turning to the meeting, she looked directly at the headmaster.

“Come now dear, take a seat, I promise we won't bite.” The gentleman in the chair spoke smoothly, trying to lead her in a false sense of security. Rose smiled and walked over to the chair next to him sitting down.

Kage took the chance of hopping off the shoulder and into her lap, making it look like he was himself cleaning himself before chipping out. §Rose, hate to tell you this but two of these men are the enemy. The guy next to you is Victor Rookwood and the other on the balcony is that other dude with the bowler hat. They are under a disguise. Be careful please.§

Rose looked down at her friend, “Well aren't you figgety today Kage. My apologies, he likes spending time with myself and the girls recently. Probably due to them being female like myself. Oh, where are my manners! My name is Rose Ash, gentleman.” Flashing the group a shy innocent smile.

She took the time to study each of the men. She noticed that both Rookwood and Harlow disguised themselves. She looked at Rookwood in a glace blonde hair, light brown eyes, but he looked exactly the same. The outfit was similar to the one in the three broomsticks. Glancing up to Harlow, she noticed his eye color change to a pale blue, and outfit changed.

“Well Miss.Ash such a sweet name for a young lady like yourself. I am Mr. Wood, the school sponsor. We have some questions to ask you. Nothing too personal I hope. With us is my personal assistant Mr. Harphil” as he motioned to the man on the balcony, “and a good friend of mine, from the ministry of magic, Mr. Selwyn Sr. He will be here to write down the information about your familiar and the dragon accident that occurred over a week ago.” As Victor motioned towards the gentleman standing.

“It’s nice to meet you all, hopefully I can answer to the best of my ability” she replied while smiling sweetly.

“Excellent, let us start with Mr. Selwyn questions first.” Mr. Wood motioned

“Well, the first question is how did a Phoenix like him come to you and your family?” Mr. Selwyn asked, a little harshly. Then again, Rose knew she walked into a lion’s den, when Kage mentioned Rookwood sitting next to her.

Collecting herself in thought, “Hmmm, Mother had said he came when she was still pregnant with me, in the last trimester. He was tired and starving. Mother knew he was a phoenix; gave him some food despite her being heavily pregnant, and barely having anything. Turns out, Kage is a picky eater according to mama.” Lair, but some of it was the truth. Rose looked down at the Phoenix, which continued to move around her body. Settling on the back of her neck and ‘resting.’ “Kage was there for my birth. Momma told me nothing else about it. I mean he could have flown away once the spring hit.” Giving everyone an innocent smile.

“And where is your mother? If you don't mind me asking” Victor asked.

Looking down at her lap, biting her lip and making a choke sound. Rose softly spoke, “She's unfortunately not in this world anymore. We were traveling in a remote area looking for a rare plant mama had heard about, and there was an incident. A group of five thieves with guns got the jump on us. She pushed a one-way, magical signature linked to - my signature - portkey at me. The destination was my godfather's home. While I was there, it was like everything was motionless. Frozen. I watched as the portkey flew in the air. I watched and I saw a bullet shot my mom in the head and then I got hit in the arm while I caught the portkey. I remember the thieves yelling. When I landed, I was on the floor and I passed out. I woke up in a bedroom, with my godfather George Osric, next to me and Kage on my lap.”

The air in the room felt heavy as Rose shared her harrowing story. Victor Rookwood and the disguised Harlow exchanged glances, masking their true identities. Rose continued weaving her tale of loss and survival, concealing the real reason behind her mother's demise. Still unknown to Rose, but she knew her mother was here.

As the atmosphere grew tense, Rose felt the weight of her fabricated narrative, wondering if her deception would hold. The questions about her familiar and the dragon incident loomed ahead, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more at stake than just a routine inquiry.

Amidst the shadows of deception and the secrets veiled in her words, Rose braced herself for the unraveling of the truth – a truth that danced on the edge of fiction, entwined with the threads of a magical world she was only beginning to fathom. The meeting in the Headmaster's office held the key to secrets, alliances, and the impending challenges that awaited the young witch in her journey through Hogwarts legacy.

X~X~X~X

Location: Hogsmeade; Ashwinder HQ

The Ashwinder HQ in Hogsmeade mirrored the shadowy demeanor of Victor Rookwood himself. Dark and dreary, with an air of dramatic pomp from the lavish (and likely stolen) decor, the room resembled a storage space, crowded with crates of dubious goods, dusty books, and baubles. An elegant couch and chairs surrounded a low table in a makeshift sitting area, while a large desk, adorned with scattered parchment and piles of galleons near an ornate scale, stood off to the side.

Victor, the orchestrator of this clandestine gathering, busied himself with purpose. Discarding their disguises, the trio settled on the sofa and chairs as Victor produced an old bottle of Firewhisky for the gentlemen. Glasses clinked as the dark liquid was poured, and the atmosphere shifted to one of covert relaxation.

Victor, swirling his drink, broke the silence. "Gentlemen, let's discuss what we witnessed at Hogwarts. That girl, Rose Ash, is hiding more than she lets on. The dragon story was a farce."

Selwyn, nodding in agreement, spoke up. "Her power intrigues me. From what you have told us boss. She's a beast speaker and possessing ancient magic—the same as that worm, Ragok, the goblin we've allied with to gain that power. And let's not forget Charles Rookwood, your ancestor, a secret keeper. She could be the key to unlocking secrets long hidden."

Victor's eyes gleamed with a predatory light. "I want her as an ultra-rare breed. My prize."

Harlow, a wry smile on his face, interjected, "Taming Rose Ash? Now that would be a challenge. But if you take full control, she'll break. No doubt about it."

As they continued their discussion, the focus shifted to the idea of spies in Slytherin, searching for any soul bond marks on Rose. The notion of breaking their submissives down to the point they'd become hunters for their submission mates gained momentum.

Unknown to the alphas, their submission mates were friends. The sinister plans of the men would lead to a twisted fate, as the bond between the three girls would be tested and strained when the truth surfaced. The looming shadows of destiny cast an intricate web that entangled the lives of both witches and wizards, hinting at a future rife with secrets, alliances, and the consequences of choices made in the dark.

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Location: Hogwarts to Hogsmeade

As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds of Hogwarts, Rose found herself at the cusp of one of many unexpected adventures for the weekend. Her black hair cupped her framed a determined expression, and her mismatched eyes, one green and one blue, hinted at the magical prowess hidden within. By her side, Kage, the Phoenix familiar, spread majestic wings and let out a soft trill.

Fresh from a flying lesson with Madam Chiyo Kogawa, Rose decided to visit Hogsmeade, aiming to acquire a new broom. Through the floo network, she arrived in the charming wizarding village. While strolling along the East side of town, a mysterious abandoned store caught her and Kage's attention.

§Rose, I think that we should go. I think something is off.§ Kage chripped, fluffy his feathers, still worried about his charge.

§I would agree with you there Kage. But I am also interested in why it's abandoned? I am curious due to how busy this town is, and it's abandoned.§

Approaching the entrance, she discovered Penny, a House Elf, tending to the neglected establishment. Eager for a new tenant, Penny welcomed Rose with a beaming smile.

"Hello there, Miss Rose! This place has been lonely, it has. Needs a new tenant, it does," Penny exclaimed.

Intrigued, Rose looked around the dusty shop. "What's the story behind it, Penny?"

Penny sighed, "Oh, it's a special place, Miss Rose. But it needs someone to care for it. A perfect place for the right person."

A spark of inspiration ignited in Rose's eyes. "I might be that person, Penny. How can I buy this property?"

Penny's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You'll need to talk to Cassandra Moon, the one in charge of sellin' this place. A peculiar one, she is."

Following Penny's guidance, Rose sought out Cassandra Moon, who greeted her with an air of mystery. "Interested in the shop, are you?" Cassandra inquired. "The price is 2000 Galleons. Can you handle that, Rose Ash?"

Determined, Rose nodded. She grabbed a hidden pouch and pulled out the amount to buy it with a little extra. "I can manage. Would this be enough?"

Cassandra, with a knowing smile, continued, "Of course, if you want I can work on filling out the paperwork for the place. Now, I have a small request. I left my late husband's belongings from the chest at the back of the shop. Would you be a dear and fetch them for me. Then we shall discuss the sale and the last of the paperwork. Also, if the shop doesn't work out for you, promise me you'll sell it back to me for half the price."

Accepting the conditions, Rose confirmed the prior purchase and acquired the shop, making Penny her newfound House Elf. Hopefully Penny and Eva get along well. Returning to the shop, she announced herself as the new owner, and Penny eagerly granted her access.

Inside, Rose cast Repairo on several items, bringing life back to the neglected space. However, her journey took an unexpected turn when she ventured into the back room and opened the chest, descending into a mysterious dungeon.

Puzzles challenged her intellect as she navigated the dungeon, Kage, the Phoenix, circling overhead with a watchful eye. The confrontation with Fastidio unfolded, and Kage's fiery presence added an ethereal touch to the battle. The victory was sealed with a triumphant trill as Fastidio’s Monster crumbled.

After the battle, Rose engaged in a conversation with Fastidio, uncovering secrets about the shop. Returning to the surface, Rose ensured the shop was in order and confronted Cassandra about the trap she had laid. Satisfied, she reported the events to Ruth Singer, the local policewoman.

Accompanied by Ruth, Rose faced Cassandra in a magical duel. Ruth, unfortunately, found herself flung against a wall, but with combined efforts, Rose, Singer, and Kage overcame Cassandra Mason's tough exterior.

As the dust settled, Rose stood victorious. The shop, already under her ownership, now held the weight of mysteries and adventures woven into her magical journey at Hogwarts. With Penny, Kage, and the secret persona of Cipher continuing to grow, Rose Ash embraced the magical tapestry that awaited her in the wizarding world.

With a contented sigh, Rose decided to celebrate her triumph. Leaving the mysterious shop behind, she, accompanied by Penny and Kage, strolled through the charming streets of Hogsmeade. The familiar warmth of the Three Broomsticks beckoned, promising a haven of camaraderie and comfort.

The door swung open, and Rose entered the cozy pub, greeted by the inviting aroma of butterbeer and the chatter of fellow wizards. As she found a spot by the fire, Kage perched on the back of her chair, and Penny settled beside her.

With a raised mug and a smile, Rose toasted to the adventures yet to unfold, her journey at Hogwarts promising a blend of magic, friendship, and the enchanting unknown. The Three Broomsticks, with its welcoming atmosphere, marked the beginning of a new chapter for Rose Ash, the proud owner of a mysterious shop and the curator of her own magical destiny.

As the evening unfolded, Rose mentally realized she had forgotten to purchase a new broom—a task that could wait until tomorrow. Penny, sensing Rose's thoughts, chimed in, "Oh, Miss Rose, I think there might be a broom or two tucked away in the shop's attic. Shall I go have a look for you?"

Rose smiled gratefully, "That would be wonderful, Penny. Thank you."

Penny popped away with a cheerful, "I'll be back in a jiffy!"

While waiting, Rose decided to take the opportunity to chat with Sinora, the innkeeper of the Three Broomsticks, about her goblin friend Lodgok. Sinora, wiping down a nearby table, glanced over with a welcoming smile. "What can I do for you, Miss Rose?"

Rose leaned in, "Sinora, I was curious about your goblin friend, Lodgok. Any chance he's around tonight?"

Sinora chuckled, "Ah, Lodgok! He tends to pop in here from time to time. You might find him at the Hogshead, enjoying a quiet drink."

As Rose waited in the Three Broomsticks, Penny popped back with a broom in hand. "Here you go, Miss Rose. Found a beauty tucked away in the attic. Ready for a smooth ride!"

"Thank you, Penny. You're a lifesaver," Rose expressed her gratitude.

Penny beamed and then, with a quick snap of her fingers, disappeared again, "Now, I better get back to the shop and make sure everything is in order!"

Left alone with Kage, the Phoenix familiar, Rose could sense his silent concern through their unique connection.

§ Rose, don't you dare think about going without me!§

"Don't worry, Kage. I'll be careful. I'm just going to check out the Hogshead, and then I'll head back to the shop. You stay here and wait for me, alright?"

Kage let out a soft trill, a mixture of reassurance and watchfulness. Rose patted his feathers, "Good. Head over to the new shop. I'll meet you there."

As Kage gracefully spread his wings and flew off towards the new shop, Rose couldn't help but appreciate the bond they shared. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she contacted Eva through a small mirror.

"Eva, dear, could you fetch my Cipher outfit? You know, the one with the old school assassin vibes. Black, Gold, and Silver. I might need to blend in a bit tonight," Rose requested.

Eva, always eager to assist, nodded energetically, "Of course, Miss Rose! I'll have it ready for you in a jiffy!"

True to her word, Eva soon appeared with the requested outfit. Rose, grateful for her efficient house elf, quickly changed into the attire at her new shop; she feels the familiar weight of the Cipher persona settle over her.

"Now, let's check out this shady Hogshead," she mused to herself, embracing the mystique of her alter ego.

Before leaving, Rose patted Kage one more time, "I'll be back soon. You keep an eye on the shop for me, alright?"

With a swift and confident stride, Rose headed towards the Hogshead, accompanied by the ethereal presence of Kage, her mother hen and loyal companion.

Embraced by the shadows of the night, Rose slipped into the dimly lit interior of the Hogshead, her outfit blending seamlessly with the murky atmosphere. The air was thick with whispers and the scent of questionable choices. Her eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the room until they landed on a goblin seated in the far corner.

Navigating through the crowd, Rose approached the goblin's table. "Mind if I join you? My name is Cipher," she inquired, her voice a low, confident murmur.

The goblin, looking up with a grin, gestured to the empty chair, "Cipher, always a pleasure. Sit, sit."

Taking her seat, Rose leaned in, "Sinora sent me. She mentioned you might have a plan, Lodgok."

Lodgok's eyes narrowed, and he assessed Rose with a shrewd gaze. "Sinora, you say? She trusts you enough to send you to me?"

Rose nodded, "Indeed. She believes we might have a common interest."

Lodgok leaned back, a sly smile playing on his lips, "Interesting. I've got a plan to learn of Ranrok’s schemes, and it involves a sacred Goblin relic—the Helmet of Urtkot."

Rose's brow arched in curiosity, "And how can I help with this relic?"

Lodgok leaned forward, "You'll need to assist me in retrieving it. Just outside of Hogsmeade, there's a place you might find intriguing—the Collector’s Cave."

As Rose and Lodgok made their way through the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Lodgok explained, "The Helmet of Urtkot is hidden within the Collector’s Cave. It's a place full of magical artifacts, guarded by enchantments and puzzles."

Arriving at the entrance, Lodgok turned to Rose, "Now, be on your guard. The Helmet is valuable, and the cave won't give up its treasures easily."

As Rose and Lodgok approached the entrance of the Collector’s Cave, a sudden realization dawned—the cave had been enchanted, restricting entry only to humans. Rose could feel the magical barrier repelling her.

Lodgok, with a resigned expression, gestured towards the entrance. "Seems this old cave has some tricks up its sleeve. Human-only entry, it appears. I'll wait for you outside. Good luck, Cipher."

Rose nodded, acknowledging the unforeseen obstacle. "I'll see what I can find inside. Stay alert out here, Lodgok."

With that, Rose watched as Lodgok settled outside the entrance, ready to await her return. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the challenges that lay within the cave, determined to uncover the secrets hidden behind the enchanted barriers.

Rose, shrouded in the darkness of the Collector’s Cave, moved cautiously through the enchantment-guarded passages. As she ventured deeper, an unsettling atmosphere descended upon her—the air thick with an unpleasant odor, reminiscent of inferi, the reanimated dead.

Her senses heightened, Rose's every step echoed in the cavernous space. The dim light revealed hints of ancient artifacts lining the walls, yet the foul smell persisted, signaling potential danger lurking in the shadows.

She pressed on, her wand at the ready, navigating the labyrinthine cave with a blend of stealth and vigilance. The air grew colder, and the echo of distant whispers added to the eerie ambiance. Rose's keen perception sensed a subtle shift in the magical currents, hinting at the presence of something malevolent.

As Rose moved further into the cave's depths, the dread intensified. The whispers grew louder, and the foul smell of inferi became more pronounced. Every corner held the potential for a chilling encounter, and Rose, fully attuned to the dangers ahead, braced herself for whatever awaited in the heart of the Collector’s Cave.

Cipher, threading carefully through the cave's twisting paths, encountered a few spiders along the way. To her surprise, instead of hostility, the arachnids seemed to acknowledge her presence. In a peculiar exchange that sounded strangely like English to Rose, the spiders conveyed information.

~Weave not thy wand in malice, friend. Seek the tomb hidden in the shadows,~ one spider articulated, its voice echoing through the cavern.

Rose, intrigued and cautiously responsive, asked, ~The tomb? Where is it hidden?~

The spiders, their many eyes gleaming, pointed with their hairy legs towards a concealed alcove. ~There, beyond the veil of darkness. A relic of goblin kind awaits.~

Rose, grateful for the unexpected assistance, nodded in acknowledgment. ~Thank you. Any dangers ahead?~

The spiders communicated in a language that resonated with Rose's ability to understand magical creatures. ~Other humans tread these paths yesterday, seeking the same relic. Beware of what shadows may linger.~

Rose continued her journey, guided by the cryptic wisdom of the spiders. The revelation of prior human presence added a layer of mystery to the quest for the Helmet of Urtkot. With a focused determination, she pressed forward, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead in the hidden tomb within the Collector’s Cave.

As Rose descended the steps guided by the spiders' wisdom, she arrived in a chamber adorned with ancient symbols and long-forgotten artifacts. At the heart of the room lay a mysterious resting place, where the echoes of magic lingered in the air.

Approaching the coffin, Rose discovered a solemn scene—a witch's final resting place adorned with a deceased Ashwinder coiled around a signet ring. Beside the serpent's remains lay the remnants of clothing, indicating a human presence.

Her heart sank as she realized that the Helmet of Urtkot was nowhere to be found; the relic had already been taken. Rose, though disheartened, scrutinized the surroundings for any clues left behind.

In the dim light, she noticed faint traces of magical residue, indicating recent activity. Rose, undeterred, carefully examined the area surrounding the coffin, searching for any sign that might lead her to the one who had preceded her in the quest for the sacred Goblin relic. The cave, once silent, now held the weight of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Rose, frustration simmering beneath the surface, exited the Collector’s Cave and found Lodgok patiently waiting. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as Rose approached.

"The Helmet of Urtkot is gone," she declared, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Stolen by someone who beat me to it."

Lodgok's gaze narrowed, a shrewd understanding passing between them. "An ashwinder, perhaps? They're known to covet magical relics."

Rose nodded, "Yes, there were signs of an ashwinder at the witch's resting place. But I think there might be an ashwinder camp nearby. They could have information on where the stolen relic is now."

Lodgok's grin widened, revealing his sharp goblin teeth. "Clever thinking, Cipher. Lead the way, and we'll pay a visit to this ashwinder camp. They might not know it yet, but they've stirred the ire of goblin kind."

Together, Rose and Lodgok set out from the cave, determined to track down the ashwinder camp and reclaim the stolen Helmet of Urtkot. The moonlit night bore witness to their shared resolve, a duo embarking on a new chapter of the quest, fueled by vengeance and the unyielding pursuit of the sacred Goblin relic.

Rose observed Lodgok's slightly hunched form and the deliberate way he navigated the terrain. Recognizing the limitations imposed by age and the weariness in his movements, she made a calculated decision.

"Lodgok, allow me to take the lead," she suggested, her tone firm yet considerate. "Your safety is paramount, and I can navigate with agility. We'll approach the ashwinder camp discreetly, minimizing the risk for both of us."

Lodgok, though initially resistant, nodded appreciatively. "Very well, Cipher. Lead on, but be cautious. Ashwinders can be treacherous when cornered."

With that, Rose took the reins of the expedition, ensuring that their path to the ashwinder camp was as inconspicuous as possible. The moonlit night embraced their journey, and the duo moved forward with a shared determination, the quiet resolve of an unlikely alliance focused on reclaiming the stolen Helmet of Urtkot.

With the ashwinder camp in sight, Rose halted Lodgok, guiding him to a concealed spot where he could remain hidden and safe. Concern for his well-being weighed heavily on her mind.

As the rustling in the trees caught her attention, two owls approached, almost speaking in a language Rose could understand. They conveyed a vital piece of information—the imminent arrival of a troll heading towards the camp. It served as the perfect distraction for Cipher's stealthy approach.

Using her recently acquired spell, "disillusionment," Cipher blended seamlessly with her surroundings, becoming nearly invisible. The obliviousness of the camp's occupants surprised her; they seemed utterly unaware of the impending danger.

Swiftly, she infiltrated the main tent, where the stolen Helmet of Urtkot lay exposed on a desk. With a precise and silent movement, Cipher swiped the relic, securing it in her possession. Her heart raced as she retreated, using the chaos caused by the approaching troll as her cover. As Cipher secured the Helmet of Urtkot, a mischievous idea crossed her mind. Before slipping away from the ashwinder camp, she left a subtle calling card on the desk—a small, enchanted cipher symbol, an intricate mark known only to those who crossed paths with the enigmatic figure.

The cipher, a blend of elegance and mystery, bore witness to Cipher's presence and added a touch of her own brand of magic to the scene. It would serve as a reminder to those who discovered the relic's disappearance—a silent proclamation that someone, a skilled and elusive force, had outwitted them.

With the sacred Goblin relic in her possession and the calling card left behind. Rose quickly reunited with Lodgok, she reemerged from her concealed state, the sacred Goblin relic now recovered. Lodgok's eyes widened with both surprise and admiration. "Well done, Cipher. Let's make our exit before the chaos unfolds."

Together, they slipped away from the ashwinder camp, leaving behind the confusion and impending danger. The moonlit night bore witness to their successful retrieval of the stolen relic, marking a pivotal moment in their quest to thwart Ranrok's schemes and protect the ancient Goblin artifact.

X~X~X~X~X

Location: Rookwood Castle, Master Bedroom.

Smut warning:

Rose leaned against the heavy wooden bedpost, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She had just finished casting an intricate cleaning charm on Master Victor's beloved collection of dark artifacts, each one more twisted and sinister than the last. Her Omega senses tingled with the overwhelming presence of power that radiated off him, making her heart race and her core ache with desire. It was a sensation she both yearned for and feared in equal measure.

Master Victor stalked around the room, his dark hair gleaming in the candlelight, his blue eyes fixed on her like a predator sizing up his prey. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his muscles straining against the tight black leather of his robes. She could feel his focus, his control, his need. It made her wet just to think about it.

She knew he could sense her arousal, her pheromones spreading through the room like a drug-induced fog. And yet, he didn't rush her. Instead, he waited, biding his time as she struggled to regain her composure. It was a game they played often, this dance of dominance and submission, of power and desire. And Rose loved every second of it.

"You've done well today, my little Rose," he purred, finally approaching her. His voice was smooth as silk, yet laced with authority and control. "The room feels lighter, almost... cleaner." His hand brushed against hers where it rested on the post, sending a zing of pleasure up her spine. "But tell me, does that mean you've had your fill?"

Rose looked up into his eyes, her heart racing. "No, Master," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't had enough." She leaned further into him, her scent filling the air around them like a intoxicating perfume. She knew what he wanted to hear, what would make him take her then and there, hard and rough against the bed.

But Master Victor wasn't quite ready yet. Instead, he stepped back, giving her just enough space to tease her further. "Very good." His voice was cold, his gaze assessing. "Then I believe it's time we moved our play elsewhere." He gestured grandly to the ornate four-poster bed in the center of the room, its crimson silk sheets and pillows beckoning them to come and lose themselves in a tangle of desire.

Rose felt her breath catch in her throat. This was the part she both loved and hated. The anticipation, the waiting, the not knowing when or if he would take her. It was agony, pure and simple. But somehow, it made her hotter, more needy.
She watched as Master Victor stripped off his leather robes, revealing his perfectly sculpted body beneath. His member strained against his underrobes, thick and imposing, glistening with pre-cum. Rose's mouth watered, her lips parting as she imagined feeling its weight on her tongue, its texture in her mouth.

"Come here, little Rose," he beckoned, his voice low and seductive. "Let me see what you've been hiding under there."
With trembling fingers, she undid the buttons of her own robes, reveling in the airy feel of the silk sliding over her slick skin. She shrugged out of the robes, letting them pool at her feet, and stepped out of her undergarments. Naked and exposed before him, she felt both vulnerable and empowered in a way she could never explain.

Master Victor's eyes raked over her body, drinking in every detail, from the black curls at her core to the delicate arch of her back. "Beautiful," he breathed, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, guiding her closer. "Now come here, let's see what you can do for me."

Rose felt his pheromones wash over her, intensifying her arousal, her need for him. She stepped boldly onto the bed, the softness of the mattress underfoot urging her forward. As she reached the center, she sank down to her knees in front of him, her head dipping in submission as she looked up at him from beneath her sweep of black hair.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, running a hand through her hair. "Do you know how much I've wanted to fuck you for the last hour?"

Rose moaned, her heart hammering in her chest. "Yes, Master."
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her body, sending shivers down her spine. "Good girl." He reached down and grasped the waistband of his underrobes, tugging them roughly down and off. His erection sprang free, thick and imposing, glistening with her essence. Rose's mouth watered as she looked at it, unable to tear her gaze away.

"Go on," he urged, his voice gruff with desire. "Take it."
With trembling hands, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his length. His skin was hot and smooth against hers, every inch of him feeling impossibly massive in her small hands. She looked up at him, unsure of what to do.

"That's it," he growled, watching her intently. "Stroke it, play with it. Show me how much you want it."

Her lips curved into a smile as she began to stroke him, up and down his shaft, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. She moistened her lips unconsciously, tasting his skin as she touched him. She could feel his excitement growing, his cock thickening in her hand, pre-cum dripping onto her fingers.
"That's it, Rose," he murmured roughly. "That feels so good." His hips began to rock forward, pressing against her hand in time with her strokes. She could feel the heat of him, the power radiating off him in waves. It both exhilarated and terrified her, making her heart race and her core clench with need.

"Now," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Suck it."
Rose glanced up at him, her eyes wide. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, the moment she both feared and craved. With trembling lips, she lowered her head and engulfed his cock, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. It was big, impossibly so, stretching her jaw and forcing her to use every ounce of her training as a witch to keep from gagging.
She bobbed her head up and down his length, sucking and licking as she went, teasing his sensitive skin with her tongue. Her moans vibrated against him, her body responding to his size and strength in a way that sent shudders of pleasure through her entire frame.

"That's it, Rose," Master Victor groaned. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as she took him deeper. "So fucking good." His hips began to move faster, thrusting into her mouth in a rhythm that echoed through her body. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a tight, aching need that she knew would only be sated by him.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her away from his cock with a harsh yank. "I want to feel you around me," he growled, his voice hoarse. "I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow."
Rose whimpered, her eyes dark with desire. "Please, Master," she breathed, arching her back in invitation. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his possession, his dominance. It was the only thing that truly made her feel complete.

"Then come here," he snarled, yanking her roughly to her feet. He pressed her against the bed, pinning her arms above her head with one powerful thrust. With his free hand, he spread her legs wide, baring her to him completely. "Are you ready for me, little Rose?"

She could hardly breathe as he stared down at her, his eyes burning with desire. "Yes, Master," she gasped. "I'm ready for you."

He smiled then, a cold, cruel smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Good girl." With that, he thrust into her, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal movement. Rose's back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tumbling from her lips as sensation assaulted her. It was pain and pleasure, dominance and submission, all tangled together in an exquisite agony.

He began to move inside her, his hips slamming against her, driving her further into the mattress with each powerful thrust. Rose could feel him stretching her, claiming her as his own, marking her as his property in the most intimate of ways. She couldn't help but writhe beneath him, her nails scrabbling at the sheets as she tried to find purchase, tried to keep from being thrown off the bed by the force of his strokes.

His hand found her breast, squeezing and pinching as he moved, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "You're mine," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it."

With shaking breath, Rose managed to get out the words. "I'm yours, Master."

He groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Yes, that's it." His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder and deeper, driving her ever closer to the edge. She could feel the pleasure coiling tight inside her, a whipping, burning need that threatened to consume her.

And then, with a hoarse cry, she came, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her walls tightened around him, milking his cock with every spasm, and Rose could feel him grow impossibly bigger, impossibly harder as he came as well, his release thrusting deep inside her. She could feel his seed spilling into her, marking her as his own, his possession.
At last, their bodies still joined, Master Victor pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound. He fell to the bed beside her, panting heavily, spent. Rose laid curled against his side, her hand tracing lazy circles on his chest as they caught their breath.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice soft with contentment. "That was... perfect."

"Was it?" he asked, amusement threading through his voice. "Because it's the least I could do for my little Omega." He kissed the top of her head, his hand running soothingly up and down her spine.

As they lay together like this, Rose couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of their connection. It was a bond forged in desire and dominance, a dance of power and submission that made them both complete. It was a love story unlike any other, written in the shadows and whispers of the night, and it was theirs alone to share.

"I love you, Master," she murmured, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "More than anything."

His breath hitched, but he didn't respond. Instead, he held her close, his strong arms a promise of protection and possession. In –

BANG! BANG!

Victor Rookwood abruptly woke from his vivid dream, a lingering sense of warmth and connection dissipating with the fading images of Rose. As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, he found himself still tangled in the haze of the dream's intensity.

His second in command, Harlow, impatiently pounded on the door. "Victor! Open up, it's urgent!"

Groggily, Victor threw off the dream's remnants, reaching for his robes as he moved to answer the insistent knocking. The echoes of the dream, a secret sanctuary in the night, vanished in the wake of the pressing reality that awaited him outside the dream's embrace.

Harlow, holding a stiff drink in his hand, entered Victor's room with an urgency that cut through the early morning haze. Victor, now fully dressed, looked at Harlow expectantly.

"Victor," Harlow began, his tone weighted with concern, "there's trouble. A troll attacked our camp, and the Helmet of Urtkot, it's gone."

Victor's eyes narrowed, the remnants of the dream replaced by the stark reality of the situation. "Gone? How? Who did it?"

Harlow sighed, taking a sip from his drink before delivering the unsettling news. "There's a mark, Victor. A calling card left behind. They call themselves Cipher. A mysterious figure, known for high-quality trades in rare products. This person, whoever they are, managed to outwit us."

Victor's expression hardened, a blend of frustration and determination settling on his face. The dream's warmth now replaced by the cold reality of a stolen artifact and an elusive adversary. The hunt for Cipher had begun, and Victor Rookwood would leave no stone unturned in the pursuit of answers and retribution.

Harlow then relayed an interesting piece of information, "On a slightly different note, your new prize, according to the Slytherin spies, never stayed the night last night. Poppy Sweeting and Natsai Onai excited chatter about it at breakfast that your future pet owns the old abandoned store in Hogsmeade. She hasn't named it yet, but she was going through the stock all last night. If I recall, there's a small apartment above the store."

Victor's intrigue shifted, the unexpected news about Rose Ash's activities in the old store adding a layer of complexity to the unfolding situation. The dream of control slipping through his fingers, replaced by a maze of uncertainties and challenges. The game had taken an unexpected turn, and Victor was determined to navigate it with cunning precision.

At the end, Victor's expression shifted, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he turned to Harlow. "Perhaps a visit is in order once that shop of hers opens up," he said, his voice laced with an evil anticipation. The unexpected twist in the game had presented Victor with new opportunities, and the prospect of visiting Rose Ash's store held a promise of unraveling mysteries and asserting dominance in this intricate web of schemes and secrets.