Chapter 1
Tears were flowing from my eyes. I immediately took out my note parchment and quill. I wrote my feelings on that one sheet. My only talent, I felt, was to write poetry. As soon as I had a quill in my hand the words flowed out of me. As I wrote I fell into complete hysteria. The only relief for my emotions was to write. I knew exactly the reason I was like this and the reason I wrote this:
Falling,
Can you hear me?
Falling,
Into deep despair,
Leave me,
To wallow in my own sorrow.
I, Rose Weasley, was in love, and it was killing me. Who, may you ask, am I in love with? Ah, that, my friend, is a very easy question, something my dad, would not condone. I was in love, with none other than Scorpius Malfoy. You also may ask why it causes me such pain. One reason, I am so deeply in love with him, yet it is unrequited. I've heard the whole, "how can you be in love, you don't know what love feels like," stuff. I do know what it feels like though. I should, considering I've been feeling it for the past five years. I've felt it ever since the end of my first year, when he sat in the same compartment as me on the train ride home. I had looked in detail at him, as he was sleeping. I looked at his high cheek bones, and his white blonde hair, yes, it is white blonde. I looked at his greyish-blue eyes, and his pink lips. It was at that moment, that I knew I was in love. My dad had told me not to become close to him, and really I wasn't disobeying him. I wasn't close to him at all; I was in my dreams, but not in real life. My outburst was due to the fact that my cousin, Albus, whom I was staying with till the end of the holidays because my parents were on a romantic holiday, had invited his best friend, next to me, was staying with him for the same time period that I was. That friend was none other than Scorpius Malfoy. I had only just found out, one day prior to the day that I was de to leave home. My mum had told me, due to the fact that my dad hated anything to do with the Malfoys. I had had to run out the room to stop myself from crying around them, I may be close to my parents, but I never tell them about my feelings about things. I guess it could go well, he could talk to me and we could become friends, but that would never be enough for me, I would always want more.
Involved in my own feelings, I began to scratch my arm. That was my coping mechanism, most of the time I didn't even realise I was doing it, I just do it. The scars ran all the way up both of my arms. I wasn't proud of it, but I couldn't help it, it's a lot like an addiction.
"Rose," my mum called.
"Just coming mum." My parents were going to leave after they escorted me and my brother Hugo to my Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's house in Godric's Hollow. I walked down the stairs to the living room where my parents and Hugo were standing with all of our trunks.
"Be good, don't bother your Aunt and Uncle too much, and have a good time. We will owl you as soon as we get there. Love you." My mum said before giving me and Hugo a hug. My dad, not known for big gestures apart from when he kissed my mum for the first time, the story I had been told many a time, gave me a quick hug before giving Hugo one.
We took the floo network to my Aunt and Uncle's. My mum said goodbye to us again, then her and dad went.
"Hey guys," my Uncle Harry said.
"Hi, so rose, you'll be staying in the guest room on the east wing, next to Lily's, Hugo, you'll be staying in the guest room in the west wing next to Al's. Scorpius isn't here yet. See you later." My Aunt Ginny told us. We left them and I headed off in the opposite direction to Hugo.
When I reached my room, I collapsed onto the bed. As soon as I had though, my Aunt had called for me. I met her in the living room with Uncle Harry, Lily, James, and Al.
"Hey Al, what's up?" I said trying to keep my cool, I knew what all this was in aid of. Scorpius was about to arrive. Suddenly a green flash appeared in the grate of the fire, and the man of my affections stepped out. Somehow, he looked more handsome than I remembered him.
"Hi," he said.
