Stories by Madame Rose

There was a constant shade of grey surrounding everything, a grey she would have once considered beautiful in the morning after a rainstorm. It was the soft grey of his eyes, with the same sadness Draco possessed. NEW TITLE!

In the legends they tell now they forget that in those moments were all children, we were children fighting to save the world from what it could become.

“We were like Hogwarts – we’d been repaired, but still scarred. And there were few left who knew what we used to be, few who could remember a time when evil didn’t leave a physical impression on those who experienced its final stand.” H/R oneshot, post DH

“How does it feel, brother? How does it feel to be completely and totally alone in the crushing darkness?” After Fred's death, George lapses into silence - except for the letters he writes to his brother. T due to language.

There were so many reasons this man should be killed; why was it that God would take the innocents but not the guilty? But, then again, he’d stopped believing in God long ago...Oneshot

Those walls would always be tainted and haunted; sometimes, when he went back there, he could hear the cries of those who died that day and who they used to be. DH Spoilers, Oneshot

But then they’d found a bit of Fred in each other, and neither would deny that was what attracted them to each other at first. Angelina had the only memories of Fred that George didn’t know; George was Fred with a few subtle changes. Oneshot. DH Spoilers

Glancing the clock, she realized what time it was, and immediately stopped cleaning the countertop. It was eighty thirty, and it was about time for a certain redheaded Weasley to come in and demand his usual Firewhiskey before stalking off into a corner.

Hermione hated the blush that rose in her cheeks when the two of them were alone and his hand accidentally brushed against her, when the electricity was actually something she could touch. Oneshot

“You’re lying to me,” she stated quietly. “I know you’re lying to me, because Fred wouldn’t do something like that.” DH Spoilers Oneshot

Hermione cast her eyes to the sky, chocolate depths begging the stars to reveal some answer to her. “Where are they?” she murmured quietly. “Why can’t I find them?” DH Spoilers Oneshot

Blood, like streaks of crimson ribbon, threaded through the light green grass, and though the wind blew gently, she could still smell the stench of war. DH Spoilers Oneshot

Shoppers would skirt around it, giving the mourning twin a wide berth, but they couldn’t help feel the accusation that George’s haunted eyes shot at them: “Why not you?” DH Spoilers Oneshot

Fred Weasley is my other half. Despite the fact that he was born ten minutes before me, we began as one person, one embryo, and one egg. I guess that’s why we’re so close – we share the same DNA. DH Spoilers, Oneshot

“I need you, Fred,” George mouthed silently. “I’ve always needed you. You know that. Why did you leave me? Why?” His voice slowly grew in volume until it was a gut wrenching cry, twisting his handsome features. DH Spoilers, Oneshot