Perilous: Prologue


I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited / But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. / Regrets and mistakes / They are memories made. / Who would have known / How bittersweet this would taste? - Adele, Someone Like You


"Is he alright?" Rose panted, trying to catch some oxygen.

"Healers are doing everything they can, Ms. Weasley. Please sit," a handsome, black haired healer offered.

"NO! I will not sit! I want to see him!" she cried in fury. Couldn't they understand? This was her fault he was caught in this anyway! If she could just keep her stupid gob shut...but when did she ever do that?

"Ms Weasley," the healer's tone changed warningly. "If you will not sit-"

"Get out of my way," she grolwed, resembling her grandmother, Molly Weasley.

Breaking into a sprint, she charged her way through the healer, not even pausing to catch a breath. The world had dissolved into a white blur - everything around her was just empty hallways, leading nowhere. But she needed to find him, couldn't they understand that? She persisted again, trying to reach floor number four, spell damage. Keep running, she chanted in her head. Keep going. You're almost there. Please, please, please, she pleaded in her mind.

Her feet lead her to a white room, so blank, void of anything, chills erupted through Rose. She had managed to sneak in with a hasty disillusion charm. A flimsy curtain was drawn over Scorpius' bed and she could see his silohuette, lying there as well as healers frantically racing around him, shouting things that made barely any sense to her confounded state.

"Hand me the potion NOW! It's spreading, we have to stop it!"

"How many drops?"

"Damnit, you're meant to be trained! Not goofing around! 3, of course!"

"He's losing it!"

"Then do something!"

Their words became a jumbled mix of incoherent sounds. All she could focus on was Scorpius, his still figure...lifeless, no! she fought with herself, clutching that thin strand of hope that he would pull through. She was sorry. Sorry for it all. She slumped against the wall, dragging herself down and stared ahead, watching people pace, wheeling patients in, bark orders but felt nothing. Nothing at all. Except for guilt. Except for pain. Except for regret.

"Oh, Scorpius!" Astoria Greengrass cried, rushing over to her son, followed by Draco Malfoy, who gazed intently at a pair of shoes that came out of the ceiling.

"Madam, would you please wait in the visitors area?"

"He's my son!" she cried hysterically.

"Astoria," he murmurred, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, a quick glance escaping to Rose's shoes, before exiting the ward.

He knows I'm here, she chanted, anxiety seeping in. But she couldn't just wait in the visitor's area, she had to see him when the healers went away. She just had to.

"C'mon, c'mon, pull through," a healer mumbled desparately.

I hope so too, Rose thought before staring into the blank space ahead.


A/N: this is just a future glimpse into the future of Rose and Scorpius...kind of the prologue. I will go into the actual story in following chapters...a bit short, but I tried my best. RxR please!