*Authors note. To further understand the emotions written in this piece; on the internet type in 'rainy mood' and click the first link. Then open another tab and search 'grooveshark'. Again; click on the first link. Type in 'a window to the past John Williams' and search through them until you find one sad and sweet enough. Listen to them together and be brought to tears.
Authours note 2. do not own the characters or the setting. in fact, i own nothing from the wonderful world of Harry Potter that has emerged from J. 's mind. i just thought it was cute.
This is written from the view of Lily Potter, as it was too difficult to write from Scorpius or Rose's point of view.*
No. it was never supposed to end like this. James and Fred… it was a joke. No one was supposed to get hurt; least of all Rosie.
The rain fell down and thunder crashed as all of us Second Generations stood just inside the door to Hogwarts, watching what was going on in front of us with tears streaming from our eyes. Scorpius Malfoy was on the front step, his face scrunched up in misery as he clutched a weak Rose to his chest. Her blood streamed from her, mingling with the rain as she lay there, cradled in his arms. They were talking, and he was shaking his head.
"I knew that something like this was going to happen," she said softly, her chocolate eyes never wavering from their tender gaze at him. He just shook his head more vigorously. "I knew. There was no way I would get to live such a perfect life without a drawback."
We all listened to her as she described us all, telling everyone her favourite points of all of us. There was a smile upon her face, albeit a wan and pained one. Then she turned back to the sobbing boy who still held her close to him.
"And you," she said. "To think that I got to love you, even for a short while." It was the first time she'd said it, and through his tears Scorpius smiled. She reached up a bloody hand and brushed some hair out of his face. She obviously wanted him to be the last thing she saw. "I love you." She murmured, her hand falling to her side. She never moved or spoke again. The rain pounded against the ground, harder and louder than before. Still we all stood inside the entrance of our school, watching them on the front step.
As Scorpius began to frantically call to her, I lost it. My knees buckled and I sank to the floor, knees drawn up against my chest and I sobbed. I could hear Scorpius, but he only made me cry harder. All around me people were crying, whether quietly or in loud sobs differed for each person. And above it all I could still hear Scorpius.
"Rosie?" he asked. "Rosie? Rosie!" he was frantic; he clutched her and held her and didn't look as if he'd ever let go. His moan was of pure agony and it echoed about the grounds. Still he held her limp form, moaning.
"Rosie, not Rosie, not my Rosie, it can't be, no." he moaned it again and again, and if possible seemed even more heartbroken and in pain each time. I was convulsing, my tears wracking my whole body. I moaned and sobbed. I cried loud and painfully, screaming out my anguish, as the rain thundered down.
Hugo was slumped against a wall, a blank face and bleak eyes, staring at nothing. We stayed there in our grief until the rain let up, and Scorpius, with his clothes plastered to his body and his chest heaving, face twisted in pain. He had her held bridal style against his chest, just like all those times when they would joke about the school. They seemed so far away now. She was limp and pale and waxy looking.
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped as he stood in the middle of the Great Hall with her, illuminating the image of them. It was a beautiful sight, and Rosie would have wanted to take a picture. But Rosie wasn't here, and she never would be again.