Five hundred twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand
moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
Seasons of Love, RENT
Hello all of my wonderful readers. I am altering a few chapters and giving Seasons of Love a face lift. Don't worry I won't stop working on the new chapters of this story since I am close to completing this story. Enjoy and Love you all!
- Darklight
Rowena Gaunt ran as fast as she could. Her heart echoing in her ears, dodging hexes sent from Rookwood. She might have defended herself if it wasn't for her tripping. Her knees hitting the ground. She turned to see what she tripped over. Lavender Brown her neck looked mauled. Her hair soaked with the blood coming out of the wound, her eyes empty. She shot out a hex of her own as Rookwood's almost hit her. She ignored her urge to vomit as she split into a blind run. Using the wall as a spring board for her hands to get up quickly. Curses, hexes, and unforgivable spells bounces around the 'safest place on earth'. The students were finding out quickly that Hogwarts wasn't this infallible place. It was crumbling under the attack that Voldemort was giving the old walls. Sounds of people dying was everywhere. It sickened Rowena but fueled her adrenalin. "Hermione!" Rowena shouted seeing the younger witch beside Mrs Weasley and Ginny. Bellatrix giggling madly then falling to the ground her eyes cold and lifeless. Mrs Weasley's call "Not my daughter you bitch." was heard but not registered as Rowena stared at the body.
Two pale arms reached out, pulling Rowena back away from a killing curse. "Idiot." Hissed Draco as he turned her into him and yanked her to the hidden entrance behind a long shattered Portrait. "Snap out of it Rowena!" Shouted Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes gleaming in the dull light. Rowena could barely feel being shook. All her mind was posessed with was the wonder of her father's death. She wondered if he looked like that. Draco was growing panicked trying to get her to snap out of it. He didn't notice that Hermione had saw him grab Rowena. Hermione couldn't find Ron or Harry but she did see Rowena being grabbed by a blonde. Only two people had that color hair. None of them friendly. She followed into the hidden passage just as she was about to shout a stunning spell Rowena snapped out of her break "No, Hermione!" She shouted throwing her arms up stepping in front of Draco. Draco had his mother's wand trained on the Gryffindor Bookworm. His plan didn't include her.
"Rowena? Whats going on?" Hermione asked startled. She didn't know why Rowena was protecting a Death Eater. Rowena moved her arms down her hold firm on her wand. She looked behind Hermione at the fighting that seemed to grow dimmer over her own heart. "Nothing that includes you Granger. Take that rather large brain of yours a figure it out if you must." Draco snarled he didn't like her but he didn't want spell fire in this dim closed in passage way. He didn't want Rowena hurt. "Has your brain regained focus?" Draco asked Rowena who felt that hot flare of anger that shot up her spine. "Forgive me, you ruthless Ferret." She shot back. Even under the dire circumstances she wasn't going to be talked to like that. "Hardly ruthless more like keeping the peace." He stated crossing his arms. His jaw tight and his grey eyes clouded with a haunted expression. Guilt flared in Rowena's heart.
"Rowena, we need to get out of here. The structure isn't safe." Hermione said just as something rocked the passage. It shook as if a earthquake was inside throwing Rowena into the wall. Her shoulder bruising painfully. Draco braced himself on the wall "Bloody hell." Cursed Rowena gasping. Hermione was almost crushed by the large boulders that fell blocking the entrance into Hogwarts. Draco was the one who saved her yanking her into him making them fall back, he's years of Quidditch paying off without having Seeker reflexes, she would be a smudge on the floor. Hermione gasped and coughed dirt flooding the air for a moment. The quake haulted and the waited a heartbeat until getting up from the ground. Hermione looked at Draco's out streached hand offering her help to stand. Her legs hurt but she stood knocking his hand away. "Crap." Muttered Draco realizing they had barely any lights. Rowena waved her wand sending out little orbs of light. "We have to move to the grounds." Hermione whispered. Draco looked at her "Good job, Know it all." Draco said picking up his wand.
Rowena followed Draco, Hermione bringing in the back her wand trained on the Death Eater. Hermione's heart was pounding hard. She didn't want to be caught off guard by him even if he seemed to want to get them out. "Still haven't given me a chance, Granger?" Draco asked keeping his voice low and a grey eye on Rowena. She seemed oddly quiet. Hermione didn't know how to reply to his question. Her silence spoke volumes to him "That is what I thought." He sneered. Gryffindors where proned to taking hexes for their causes and friends, never thinking of the coniquences. Idiocy towards Death. Not someone Draco wanted being around when he tried to keep Rowena safe. He didn't want for them to suffer the fate that only comes to Blood Traitors.
Rowena couldn't help feeling annoyed. Draco nor Hermione understood her purpose. It grated on her already shot nerves. They seemed not to understand she didn't care what that fucker did to her. Voldemort had to die and she would help Harry do just that. Voldemort took everything from her. He killed his own sister 'cause she possessed the only power over him. He didn't want to die so he killed her first. Her dear Uncle never thought to look at a Muggle Registry for the last name Gaunt. While her mother was lying in her own blood, dying. Rowena got away. Living a easy life with her father until his untimely death last spring. Even if she lived with the Weasleys who embraced anyone as family. She was alone and had nothing to loose.
She knew the risks. It never stopped her from helping Harry, Ron and Hermione. She never cared about being Slytherin by family name. Her sly behavior only aided her, being able to under hand the evil bastards. Rowena smirked "Play nice Ferret. Remember that biting the hand that feeds you won't be good." She sneered to defend Hermione. Hermione couldn't understand all of the Malfoy conduct and the events that took place. It turned Draco into acting rash and almost Gryffindor. Draco shot Rowena a dulled glare. He was glad she was speaking. Hermione paused as a coldness swept threw her. She looked up to realize what it would be to cause such a feeling "Peeves." Hermione muttered. The two Slytherins haulted their shoulders tensing. They turned, wands pointed, at a grinning Peeves. They felt the room grow colder knowing something wasn't right.
"Down here, they are Masters of Mayhem!" He cried out dancing around in such a happy fashion. Before the teens could make a attempt to escape they were caught. Rowena's arms were pulled behind her in a painful grip "I got the blood traitor, you can grab the mudblood Malfoy." Stated a Death Eater who's name escaped Rowena's mind. Hermione glared at Draco as he yanked her wand away. He grabbed her arm in a tight iron hold. "You stupid Ferret I trusted you!" Hermione screamed as she tried to fight him. Draco caught eyes with Rowena who tilted her head just slightly. "Shut it Mudblood." He sneered pushing Hermione along. Hermione stumbled and fought the way there. Rowena kept silent the breath of the Death Eater making her sick. She was going to let Draco handle it and hope they would get out alive.
Light shown dull and grey from the smoke and ash as they made it out of the dark tunnel. They squinted to adjust from the light. Rowena used this chance to make sure her wand was fallowing them along like a dark puppy. Old trick her father would do to keep her entertained as a child had proven useful in these cases. It stopped in between her legs "Lets have some fun boy." Remarked the Death Eater who held onto Rowena. She felt his grip loosen and she jolted down picking up her wand and rolling away as Draco's curse flew from his mothers wand. A scream hit Rowena's ears as she got hit in the back by a spell. Her vision went in and out her body shook as if it was having seizures. She suddenly felt hot as if embers where moving slowing up her arms and legs. It felt as if she was being ripped apart from the inside.
She faintly could recall Draco's own painful screaming and Hermione's mimicking Draco's. A coolness ran over her cheek's and her abdomen making it feel less hot. She soon realized what it was. Her body was being torn from the inside out. Her own body was attacking itself rejecting every organ in her body. Rowena couldn't breath as her lungs got attacked, filling with blood. Scars opened up even if they had been years old, Pooling blood onto the grass. Her eyes, nose and mouth were also pouring blood out. Voldemort was the only one who was able to use this spell on her, one from her own blood to make her body become a hostile environment. Her mind was leaving her as her heart tried its best to warn off the attack. Her only thought was this...
Did my mother die the same way?