A/N : Hello and welcome to my newest story. This one has been cooking for awhile now and I'm so excited to share it with you all. So, hopefully you kick back and enjoy the ride because it's sure to be an exciting one. I'm going to give you a small taste with the prologue to get in the feel of where this story will be going, so please bare with me and the ominous chapter. As always, if you find yourself questioning this story and the prologues purpose, please leave some reviews and guesses as to what may happen in the future as they're greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer : I do not own a single thing, the following story is based off of characters created by JK Rowling herself.
Chapter One : Prologue
December 21, 2023
All she could do was watch. Eyes glazed over, throat dry and hoarse from the inevitable screaming that had gone awry around her only moments before. Once honey suckle dipped tongue now held back as quiet fills the courtyard. Winters currents surround her, fickle flakes of snow fall gently against freckled skin, reddened by either the cold nipping at her nose or the anger coursing through her veins. She's stopped trying to decipher it.
"Given up?" Vocals boom, echo throughout the scenery and it causes a chill to roll down her spine. His words claw, maim and tear at her flesh as if he himself lied beneath the surface. Still, she remains silent. Valiant in her stance, teeth gritted as she watches wand press harder against the boys throat. Bloodshot, her eyes narrow at her target, chest heaving with a rage only he could bring. What a world, she'd once thought, what she would give to remain blissfully unaware once again. Yet, masks hide the men that invade the once well known sanctuary that was Hogwarts.
The thing she'd come to notice was that, under the circumstance, he didn't look scared. Scorpius didn't even flinch at the prospect of being offed so easily. Rose was sure that his bravery, unlike her own, had been underestimated. What had once been silver blonde tresses had slowly morphed into golden flax over the years, given any other day and she may have compared it to straw. Now, however, she took notice to his unclenching jaw, rigid as his hands were sure not to quake behind his back.
There's a pathetic plea evident in the way her brows furrow, if only out of worry. Hadn't they lost enough already? Hadn't they proven that time and time again?
Seventeen had been too young, she'd thought. Too young to fight in a war that was not her own. Although, hadn't it had everything to do with her? She considers herself cursed at this very thought, all of them doomed. Marked by nothing but their sheer indomitable will to attempt to make this world, selfish and cruel in all its intents, a better place.
She inhales the cool winds, wonders if its the last time she'll ever see him. Her heart aches at the thought of this being it, his glacial blue gaze catching sight of her in reassurance would never be enough. If this is it, the most she offers him is a stern glance. Hazel eyes, with flecks of shimmering gold, remain cold and aloof within the winter morning — if only to soften for a moment of brevity when they match his own in a moment of sweet surrender.
If this is the last time she were to see him, she'd never forgive herself. Its that thought alone that causes a stir of anger to arise within the pit of her stomach, heels twist and before she knows it fully — robes are billowing behind her as castle doors shut in her tow.
A/N : I'll be updating this story fairly frequently so keep tabs my friends. xx