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A shiver of glee ran through her body, the sickening sound of scrotal squelching ringing throughout the deepest Ministry chambers, only the sound of her man's voice breaking her out of the feral trance she'd entered.
"Have fun, dear. I'll just be over here making sure our dimensional gateway is stable and temporally synchronized. Call if you need help keeping your plaything alive," Lux told her, making her beam in his direction, the man she loved always knowing how to put a smile on her face.
Now assured that her time catching up with the Lord of House Malfoy wouldn't be cut short, Rose sent a final crushing kick to the man's crotch before pulling him up to eye level by the hair, low groans the only protests being made.
Looking at the pale-blonde locks bunched in her grip, Rose was sure the man was just as vein about his appearance as that bitch daughter of his, and with that thought, she made sure the bastard was conscious for what she had planned, a slap to the face sending a molar flying from his mouth as his eyes shot open.
"Good, I want you awake for this," Rose told him, patting his bloody cheek while staring into a pair of trembling eyes.
Conjuring a mirror, Rose forced the man to meet his reflection, her gauntlet clad hand slowly tracing along his scalp, trails of grey, decrepit skin left in its path, and unless her lover stepped in, Rose was sure that no magic had any hope of reviving the pomp's appearance.
Laughing at the man's new look, his head completely bald aside from the few strands of grey hair she was still using as a handle, Rose found the man actually shedding tears for the first time, her cackles only increasing at the sight.
"Potter, we have your little friends here, release lord Malfoy," a voice interrupted, the newcomers not at all surprising her, long since having sensed the cannon fodders' movements as they held their wands to the throats of the faces she'd missed so much.
Rose knew Lux would allow no harm to come to her friends while he was near, but still, this was something she wanted to deal with herself. These fuckers had targeted her ever since joining the wizarding world, and now that she finally had the power to fight back, she'd gladly show her enemies the errors of their ways.
Dropping the cockroach to the ground, her back still turned to the away from the group of Death Eaters, Rose prepared something special for those threatening her precious companions, magic gathering between the tip of her loyal magical focus and Sacred Gear.
"Drop your wand and turn around, slowly," the little shit holding Hermione commanded, unaware of the unfortunate fate that soon awaited him. "Or don't… I wouldn't mind showing this Mudblood her place," he said, reaching a hand for her bushy-haired friend's modest chest.
Heh, as if she'd allow that to happen, Rose sneered, whipping around and releasing a black light in an arc before the inbreed fuck could violate her favorite bookworm, the magic sent far too fast for any hope of escape, the goons' wands disintegrating as they fell to the ground gasping for air.
Unfortunately for the Death Eaters—because such a quick death would have been a blessing—she'd primarily targeted her spell towards the men's wands, making sure there was no chance her friends came to harm while the left-over deathly energies slowly necrotized the bastard's flesh.
"Rose!" Hermione cried, rushing forward, not noticing her former captor's agonized spasms.
"Hey, Hermione," Rose smiled, bracing herself before the shorter girl could send them both tumbling to the floor, her best friend latching onto her with all of what little strength she had.
Noticing the tears in her friend's eyes, Rose sighed, stroking her fluffy hair while rubbing circles into her back. Even though you'd think she would be used to shit like this after facing near death experiences each school year, Rose couldn't bring herself to blame the girl. After all, she could only thank her current composure on account of the extra years she'd gained and her lover's support.
Sniffling, Hermione finally noticed her new appearance, the glamour wearing off after throwing around such powerful magic, and it seemed that her friend's natural curiosity won over the fright she felt.
"R-Rose, what happened to you? Why do you look so different? Oh, was it an ageing Potion? Or maybe human transfiguration? And what was that spell you used earlier? I've never read of anything like it," Hermione chattered away, the familiar bombardment of questions putting a smile on Rose's face.
"If you'd let me get a word in, I might be able to answer some of those questions," she teased, tapping her friend's forehead.
Hermione blushed, rubbing at the spot she'd flicked, finally giving Rose a chance to respond.
"Long story short, I fell through the Veil of Death over there," Rose began, gesturing to the newly golden archway. "And spent several years in a different world while only seconds passed over here," she elaborated, satisfied by the stupefied expression Hermione now wore. It was always a treat when she managed to stump the genius witch.
"That… that doesn't make any sense. Is this another one of your pranks? because now really doesn't seem like the time to be messing around," Hermione asked before her bewildered tone quickly turned into a scolding one, reminding Rose of the many times she'd been lectured by the girl after a risky Quidditch move.
"Ow! would you stop that!" her friend whined after receiving a second flick for her prattling.
"I can prove it to you all you want later, but for now, I think we're going to have company soon," Rose told the girl, rolling her eyes as she looked over to the still frozen in place Neville—the tubby boy being the other hostage that she'd not been paying much attention to. "Where are the others, anyways?" she asked, changing the topic.
"Well fine then," Hermione grumbled before answering the question. "The others were stopped by Tonks."
"Oh, and she let the two of you come by yourselves," Rose raised an eyebrow.
"Well… Neville and I may have managed to slip by while she wasn't looking," Hermione admitted, making her snort. So much for being a stickler for the rules, Rose thought.
But before she could continue teasing her best friend, their reunion was oh-so rudely interrupted by a black wraith barging through the doors. And Rose knew that the ominous swirls of darkness and the wisps left behind, occasionally taking on the vague forms of skulls and other spooky things, was all for show, the magic's purpose nothing more than a lackluster form of flight.
Though, her friends didn't seem to share her disdain, Hermione tightening her grip on her arm while Neville's knees went weak as he fell onto his ass.
"Don't worry Mione, I wouldn't let this clown hurt my friends," she told her, trying to pat down the frizz that seemed to raise along with the girl's hackles, only half paying attention to the somewhat disheveled Voldemort reforming in front of them.
Eh? Did Moody give old Tommy a beating? Or had the old codger finally decided to show himself?
"Clown?! Rose, that's You-Know-Who!" Hermione hissed, distracting her from her thoughts, but Rose ignored the words, continuing to pat at the girl's frizz while waiting to see how Bella's reunion with her former master would play out.
Rose still didn't get along with the bitch, but she at least knew that the older woman hated her parents' killer as much, if not, more than she did.
"Bellatrix! What has happened?!" The baldy's raspy voice spat, and Rose internally giggled seeing Bella's purple eyes narrow at those words. She was sure Tom wouldn't be leaving without experiencing a good amount of pain.
"It's simple, you fool, your lackeys lost to a little girl," Bella drawled while Rose's eye twitched at being called a little girl. She wasn't little anymore; she'd filled out quite well over the years, thank you very much.
"Rose!? When did Bellatrix Lestrange get here!?" Hermoine panicked, incessantly shaking her arm.
"Shh, just watch the show, Mione," she tried calming the worried witch.
"Have you forgotten your place, woman!" snake-face growled, the sickly-sweet smile Bella now wore promising a bad time for her former master.
"No, I know my place perfectly well, and I know that it's no longer under that of a cockless bastard like yourself," Bella's words dropped like a hammer, even making Voldemort freeze for a second.
"Crucio," Tom roared, seemingly lacking the social skills required to solve his problems in other ways than fear and pain.
But instead of his target dropping to the ground and pleading for mercy like he was accustomed to, Bella lazily held the red beam in her hand, showing off the power she'd gained after carrying three godly children to term.
Smiling at the magic held in hand, the red ball turning to the same purple color of her eyes, Bella sent the man's spell back at him with a flourish, and Rose was sure that the sadistic woman added a little something extra to the spell. You know, just to get her point across even further.
And like Rose expected, the noseless cunt collapsed into a bout of silent seizures. Though, he did manage to force himself to his knees faster than she'd have expected, albeit huffing and puffing all along the way. Rose wondered if Bella simply hadn't bothered putting in much effort.
"Now, how about you get out of here, I'm not sure I can continue acting this forgiving for much longer," Bella said, holding up a hand and paying more attention to her nails than the panting dark lord in front of her.
"Rose?! What is going on!?" Hermoine panic whined, and Rose was worried the girl might soon pass out from the roller coaster of emotions she seemed to be going through.
"Let's just say that a lot of things happened on the other side. I'll explain later," Rose waved off the concerns, returning to the ongoing show.
"You'll rue this day, Lestrange. Pray you fall in battle before I get my hands on you," Voldemort threatened, somehow believing he stood a chance after that pathetic display.
Rose simply watched as her mortal enemy made his defeated retreat, his crippled minions in tow, not at all caring about the reign of terror he'd soon begin.
Of course, she could have ended the fucker this day, but she wouldn't; not until the wizarding world came begging on their hands and knees, pleading for her to fix the mess they'd created, would she even consider it. Until then, she'd enjoy tormenting the man as his plans of Wizarding World domination crumbled around him.
Before Rose could further plan her enemy's downfall, a dozen white blobs of light flew into the chamber, making her let out an exasperated sigh. As usual the adults showed up after the school children nearly died handling what should have been their job. And did they purposely make their form of magical flight the opposite of the Death Eaters. Pretty lame, if she did say so herself.
"Granger, get away from that woman!" Moody barked, his fake eye bouncing around faster than usual while Rose noted that Bella had returned to being unnoticed by all.
"Oi, I would have hoped you'd recognized the girl who saved you from that box you'd been locked in all school year," Rose poked, knowing full well that the always vigilant Auror wouldn't drop his suspicion so easily.
"Potter wasn't the only one who knew about that incident," he growled, still eyeing her with that freaky eye.
"Well, how else could I prove my identity," she sighed before clapping her hands together with an idea. "Fine, here, this should be enough, right?" she asked, waving her wand as the white doe of her Patronus charm trotted around.
"Rose, is that really you?" Remus stepped passed the still skeptical Moody.
"Indeed," she simply replied, no longer respecting the man who hadn't bothered so much as a letter to his best friends' daughter until receiving a job at Hogwarts.
"What happened…" he began asking the same line of questions as Hermoine before being interrupted by a new presence.
"Love, I've got something to take care of. I'll leave you to your reunion," Lux dropped his disillusionment charm before giving her a soft kiss, the others around her jumping back and raising their wands, only for her lover to vanish from his spot before one of them could do something quite stupid.
"W-Who was that!?" Hermione freaked out, and Rose decided that she'd have to do something about her friend's tendency to over worry at some point.
"That was my husband," she told her friend as if it were completely normal, the others looking at each other for answers before a new arrival stopped everyone from voicing any concerns.
With the cry of a phoenix announcing his entrance, Dumbledore finally decided to show himself as he appeared in a flash of fire, also looking a bit worse for the wear, his beard singed, and gaudy robes frayed.
"My child, is that truly you?" the old fucker asked, and Rose nearly lost it.
"Yes, for the thousandth time, I'm Rose Potter! The-Girl-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, so just deal with it! And I'm not your child, you old coot!" She finished her tirade, making Hermione gasp at her side.
"Rose, you can't talk to the headmaster like that!" came the expected scolding from the frazzled girl still holding onto her arm.
"We can talk about this when we get back to the safety of the castle," Dumbledore decided, still assuming her to be the same girl who'd go along with his every word.
"Yeah, about that, old man, I don't believe there's much of a need for me to continue my studies at Hogwarts," she told him, the old wizard giving her a double take.
"It will no longer be safe outside the school grounds, my child," the geezer lectured, making her roll her eyes at the ridiculous claim.
"Aside from that obvious falsehood, I doubt Hogwarts has the prenatal care I require," she said with a grin, holding a hand over her yet to show belly.
Rose noticed that most of the group didn't know what the term prenatal even meant, but Dumbles eyes widened, and she had to catch Hermione from falling to the ground after fainting.
"Rose, where is Sirius? He went ahead of us," Remus asked, finally breaking the awkward silence, the words making her deflate after the reminder.
"We were thrown through the veil… Padfoot didn't make it," she dropped the news, much less sad over the whole thing after realizing that Sirius had only escaped from Azkaban to kill Peter, not once thinking about his goddaughter.
Ignoring the gasps at the announcement, Rose handed her limp friend over to Tonks before gesturing for Bella to help her ditch this place before she could be bombarded with further questions.
~A New God's Conquest~
With the day's entertainment coming to an end, Lux decided to go and deal with the thing that had been calling out to his divinity ever since arriving in this new world.
But with a part of his attention still on Rose, he couldn't help but pause at the statement she'd just made.
When did they become husband and wife? Eh, fuck it. It wasn't like he'd ever allow his beautiful witch to leave him, so they might as well be married at this point.
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