HP as a girl... The dirty old man (Patreon)

"I'm so proud of myself sir. I'm proud that I got that fat fucking granddaddy nut from you."

Rose felt the old man's hands on her head, shoving her face into his wrinkled ball sack. "You should have accepted that this is the only way you can get the information. This is your fault, you can't blame me for using you. If a new car fell in your lap. Would you look away? No." The old man told her, he let her head free from the musky smell of his hairy nut sack.

"Fuck you, old man." Rose spat out, the old man didn't even respond. She saw him leaving her alone in the restroom. Her green eyes are full of disappointment. She was a total failure at this. Rose knows that Voldemort will punish her severely for not finding him. She can't let him find out.

The old man said. "If you want round two with me. You know where to find me. Haha, if you pay for my beer, I'll make sure you have an orgasm as well."

"You are nothing." A voice whisper into her ear, scaring the shit out of Rose.

"What, who is there," Rose said, not wanting to admit the truth.

"It's not the old man, it's me. I'm your inner voice." Rose thought this is stupid. Her mind can't be her inner voice. The inner voice spoke again. "I can see that you are upset about this failure. You were outwitted by an old man."

"Yeah, I was. Who would have thought the guy would trick me."

The voice said. "You. That's the point."

"What."

"You know. This is all your fault. You should have never left Dudley or you should have gone directly to the school. You could have done it right, you could have not allowed the old man to get the upper hand. You can't even tell a lie from the actual truth."

Rose tried to deny the inner voice. But the more the voice talked, the more it made sense. She should have done a lot of things differently.

Does she keep listening to her inner voice or go back to the start and try to figure out Karkaroff's identity?