In love with a memory-A Rose Weasley fan fiction.
Chapter one-A gloomy beginning
Rose Weasley looked up at her reflection, examining her features. It was a dreary Friday afternoon in mid October and she was in the girl's bathroom on the third floor. She knew that, back in her parents' days it was completely deserted due to the haunting of Moaning Myrtle. Although the ghost herself had not been seen since the day Lord Voldemort had been defeated, many people still saw the bathroom as a desolate place and chose to opt out of using it.
Rose however, had been using it since day one of her education and came frequently, whether it was to use its services or merely to think for a while. Six years on, she seemed to be using it much more than before.
Rose sighed. The beginning of her seventh year had been more than stressful. Her parents had split up over the summer-Ron's constant carefree attitude and refusal to care about anything had finally driven Hermione to her wits end.
This break-up could not have come at a worse time. Rose was due to start her N.E.W.T.S when she returned and she knew from her older cousins that this year would be her hardest. Her younger brother Hugo was due to start his fifth year, which also meant the beginning of his O.W.L.S. Both children were upset by this development and had led to very noticeable changes in their personalities. Hugo had gone completely off the rails-in the short time since their return to Hogwarts, he had had 7 detentions, been sent to the headmasters office twice and lost at least fifty points for his house. He had also started hanging out with some Slytherin 6th years, which displeased Rose greatly.
As for Rose herself, she had done the opposite of her brother. Previously, she had been a bubbly, cheeky girl. She had her mother's brain yes, but not her endearing attitude that she must work all day every day. She used to know how to have fun. Now, all she did was work and quietly too. She was withdrawn, rarely seen in the company of others and noticeably pale. She hardly spoke to anyone now and when she did, little about her feelings were given away. Her friends mostly left her be, not knowing what to say or do to help. The splitting up of parents was rare in the wizarding world and Rose found herself getting almost as many look and whispers as she imagined her Uncle Harry would have done in his school days.
The only person whom had stuck with Rose throughout the whole time was Scorpius Malfoy. Son of her father's previous arch enemy, it was ironic that they would get together. But he was hot, caring and very charismatic. Rose didn't care if he was a Slytherin-he was her Slytherin. Despite the hard work and family troubles Rose was facing, he never failed to put a slight smile on her face, even now.
Her reflection showed this, the corners of her mouth twitching. It lit up her features, enhancing her natural beauty that was fighting to shin through. Rose could see it-the happiness buried beneath the mask. It was just a matter of how to get it to reveal itself again.
Rose's deep thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang from the corner of the bathroom, followed by a splat as whatever it was hit a small puddle of water on the floor. Rose whirled around instantly, her wand drawn instinctively. There might not have been a war in her time, but her genes taught her to always be on guard.
Rose's eyes scanned the still-empty room, looking for the culprit. After her initial defensive reaction, she was surprised when, at first, nothing caught her eye. Eventually though as her heartbeat returned to normal, they fell upon an old, battered black book.
Rose, looking around once more, walked towards it and picked it up. She leafed through it, realising it was a diary. Not only that, but it was empty. She flicked, further and further until she reached the back page and there, in small, slanted writing, surrounded in a flurry of hearts were the words;
This diary belongs to Ginevra Weasley.
Chapter 2-Terminus Dilligo
This diary belongs to Ginevra Weasley.
Rose's heart fluttered as she read this. Weasley. Her last name. And Ginevra…Ginevra could be the full name of one person and one person only. Ginny Potter. Her auntie, her Fathers sister, had kept a diary at school. And here it was, lying in Myrtle's Bathroom, over 25 years after its owner attended the school. And Rose had found it.
She felt the excitement that had been fluttering in her chest drop within seconds as she remembered something. It was empty. She laughed, bitterly. Great Rose. You get all worked up over some stupid diary which has your aunt's name on .That's going to make EVERYTHING better. She thought to herself. Shaking her head, she turned to leave the bathroom, sliding the diary into her robes as she went.
The afternoon went on with no other abnormal occurrences, except from maybe the fact that she was late for Potions. "Miss Weasley, would you care to tell us where you have been?" The sneering voice of Pansy Parkinson greeted her as she entered the dungeons. "Just in the toilet, Professor Parkinson." Rose replied, taking her seat. She enjoyed potions, but the newly employed Professor deeply enjoyed picking on her.
Perhaps it was her parentage-after all; Pansy had picked on her mother throughout their school years. She also enjoyed picking on Scorpius, although everyone knew why this was. Before he had met and fallen in love with his wife Ruby, Draco Malfoy had been involved with Pansy Parkinson. When he met Ruby and realised that she was his true love, he explained to Pansy that she was not and indeed had never been the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Needless to say, this had not gone down well and it is said that the teacher has still not recovered today. Therefore, Scorpius Malfoy, the son of the man and woman Pansy had come to detest, was the perfect daily target for her crude bullying and experiments. The news that Rose and Scorpius were now an item was perfect for the teacher, for the two students she loved to hate were now combined. She made no secret of this fact and constantly exploited them together. Today, Rose knew would be no exception.
"Today we are going to be studying a potion most commonly known as the Lovers Hangman. The proper name for this is the Terminus Dilligo, which you will need to know at N.E.W.T level. It gets its name from the fact that it is the most powerful love potion antidote in potioneering history. So powerful in fact, that if brewed incorrectly it can turn even the most sweet of loves into a nightmarish combination from merely just a sniff." The professor's eyes skimmed over to Scorpius and back to Rose, a small smile on her face. "It is mandatory that you learn the dangers of potions, hence why it is on the curriculum at this level."
Across the room from Rose, Albus Potter rolled his eyes at her. He had definitely inherited his Father's hatred for the subject, despite being sorted into Slytherin house. It was through Albus that she had first met Scorp, as they had shared a dormitory for over six years now. She smiled lightly-she had always got on well with her cousin, another piece of evidence that not all Slytherins were bad.
The professor finished her lecture and began to assign them into partners. She knew from experience that Professor Parkinson would not put her and Scorpius together, but she hoped she may be lucky and be paired with someone she liked. Perhaps Albus or one of her other friends. That would at least be better than a random person she didn't know. She watched in despair as Albus was paired with Frankie Longbottom, a fellow Gryffindor and her two best friends, Alicia (Frankie's twin) and Elizabeth Thomas were paired together. Knowing Scorpius was out of the question, she turned desperately to the last remaining girl, whom she had never really made friends with, Charlotte Macmillan.
"I don't think so" drawled the Professor. Rose sighed. How had she known that was coming?"Miss Macmillan,you can go with Mr Thompson. Miss Weasley….you may go with Mr Malfoy." WHAT? Rose thought,instantly suspicious. The teacher merely smiled vindictively and turned back to the blackboard. The potion was made without a hitch and although both were on high alert,nothing happened. The antidote could not have been brewed better and even Pansy,who was fast becoming the most widely hated professor, could not help but award full marks. The lesson was over,classes had finished for the day and the weekend could finally begin.