Author's Note: Why is this chapter called 'I Swear'? Because I swear that this is the last one, okay? No other chapters are coming. Don't you dare sending me nice reviews, it won't help! And don't put this story in your faves or alerts, I don't want to! I want you to tell me that it's horrible, so that I can forget it and concentrate on my other stories! Flame me, say terrible things to me, please.. Come on! Where do you find someone else that begs for flames? I need flames, because lately this stupid plot is the only thing that I can think of!!!!! I want to stop! Please.. Please.. flame me.. really.. tell me that I have to stop writing this! I dream about this plot, I can't think about anything else but this and I can't write anything else.. please.. someone stop me.. please... --- PLUS THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY TERRIBLE..

I Swear

Rose pushed the door of her kitchen open; her father was sitting at the table, the Daily Prophet in his hands and one of those Muggle drinks that her mother prepared so well and that her father kept on forgetting how to call placed on the table. Rose took a deep breath and stepped inside, her hands on her voluminous belly, massaging her child through her skin while she walked towards the man that she was fearing most in the whole world, she was sure that if she could have found herself face to face with Voldemort at that moment, she wouldn't have been so scared at all.

"Dad," she said, her voice rough and almost unrecognizable even to herself.

"Hmm?" muttered Ron, sipping from his cup of coffee, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in front of him.

"I have to tell you something," she replied firmly.

"Yes, Rose," he said, his eyes not moving from the Prophet.

"Dad!"

"Yes, Rose," Ron replied, his eyes fixed on the Prophet.

"Will you look at me?" she asked, stomping her feet on the floor. "I need to talk to you!" She walked to the table and pulled at her father's sleeve, like she used to do when she was younger and wanted something that he didn't want to give her.

Ron spilled some of his coffee on the table and raised his eyes on his daughter. "Rose," he said firmly, "you aren't a baby anymore. For Merlin's beard, grow up!"

"Dad, look," she said, pointing at her belly, "I'm pregnant."

Ron lowered his eyes on her stomach. "No, you're not," he said calmly, going back to his Prophet.

"Of course, I am," she snapped, "look at my belly."

Ron gave her another look, but his vague expression didn't change. "No, you're not, Rose Weasley, look at you."

Rose lowered her eyes on her belly with a challengingly glare at her father, but when she looked down there, her face fell and she found herself staring at her flat stomach, she made her hands run down her abdomen, but she couldn't feel anything extraneous. "Dad, I swear…" she muttered, "I'm pregnant…" She felt something thick and warm running down her legs and when she looked down, she saw that she was dressed with a white nightgown and soaked in blood from her waist to her knees. She touched herself and brought up digits covered in blood, her eyes widening and her breath increasing.

"Maybe you were pregnant, and gave birth to the baby without noticing," said Ron, his eyes back on the Prophet while he sipped from another mug of coffee.

"I would have noticed, if I.. I would have—what's this?" She held her breath and stood still, trying to listen to the faint sound that reached her ears. "Dad, can you hear it?" she asked in a bare whisper.

"Hmm?" muttered Ron, ignoring her once again.

Rose turned on her heels and walked through the door of her kitchen, but instead of finding herself in her living-room, she stepped in her bedroom. Her bed and walls were exactly like she remembered, but now there was a cradle next to her bed and a boy was bending over it. The boy was singing lullabies and from the cradle came gurgles and cries, Rose stopped in her track, her eyes filled with unjustified fear.

"Rose," said the boy, raising his head, a smile over his face.

"James," she mouthed, but her voice didn't escape her lips.

"Come here, come here, come here," he hurried her, gesturing for her to reach him on the bed.

Rose frowned slightly, but she walked towards him, her steps slow and uncertain. James' hands circled her waist as he pulled her on his lap, he grabbed her chin and made her look into the cradle. "Looks who's here," he said to the baby in the cradle, "mum's here."

Rose's breath quickened as she bent over the cradle and peeked into it, it was dark in there and she couldn't see anything. "James," she tried to say, her voice still silent.

"Take it, Rose, come on," he encouraged her, "take it in your arms."

Rose's eyebrows linked on her forehead as she bent over the cradle and immersed her hands in the dark of the little bed. "James," she whispered, her voice finally reaching her ear, "James, it's all slimy and cold here." She immersed her arms to her elbows and seized something, but when she tried to pull it out, she found that she couldn't move. "James," she tried to scream, but all she did was to whisper his name, "I can't move, James." She didn't turn, but she could feel that James wasn't behind her anymore.

Rose pulled more forcefully, squeezing her bottom lip between her teeth, something cold wrapped around her arms as she did so. She opened her mouth to scream, but once again she was unable to speak while the little thing exited the cradle. Her arms pulled the thing out of the cradle and Rose understood that she was holding a little pink baby in front of her eyes. Her jaw dropped in fear: the baby had an eye in the middle of his forehead, his hands had three fingers each and his head was monstrously big for his little body.

Rose frozen with the baby in her hands, she wanted to let him fall but at the same time she knew that she couldn't have done that. The baby stretched his monstrous hands towards her and spoke. "Mum," he said with a cavernous voice.

Rose felt a cold fear spread from her insides to every part of her body, her heart seemed to be torn in pieces as she looked at the thing that was trying to reach her.

"Rose," called a firm voice from her back. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Rose tried to turn, but she was stuck to the floor, her knees heavy and her body out of control.

"Rose!" the voice called her again.

Rose raised her eyes in front of her and saw her Uncle Harry staring at her, his face cold and distant as he has never been, his emerald eyes looking intently at her.

"Uncle Harry," she whispered, "the baby, I didn't mean to--"

"The baby isn't the problem," replied Harry, and suddenly Rose found herself sitting on a huge double bed in his Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's house, the baby in her hands gone, her stomach a wide balloon once again. Harry took some steps towards her and kneeled next to her. "The problem is what you and James did," he said harshly.

Rose's eyes filled with tears, never in her whole life she had seen her Uncle Harry so angry, and naturally seeing him angry with her upset her even more than it would have been if he was angry with one of his children. "I-I didn't mean to," she replied, her voice trembling while her cheeks streamed with tears.

"It's not important," he replied icily, "you've already done it. You can't come back, and James had already paid for that."

"What happened?" she asked, fear and horror invaded her heart as she understood, without knowing how, that her cousin was dead. "Uncle…"

"Your dad killed him," he replied coldly.

Rose brought her hands to her mouth. "Dad, no, he wouldn't…"

"He did it, Rose," said Harry coldly. He stood up and stepped back, pulling out his wand, he pointed it towards her. "And now I'll avenge my son."

"No! Uncle please, no," she tried to scream, her arms going instinctively to her face, "please, Uncle Harry, no! I swear I didn't want to…"

"Rose!" someone screamed, shaking her shoulders. "Rose, wake up!"

The red haired girl opened her eyes wide, grabbing the closest thing to her, the little and slim hand that was shaking her shoulder. She looked into the green eyes of a girl and tried to stand up, her shirt and skirt stuck to her sweaty body like a second skin as she did so. She took a sharp breath as she tried to understand where she was, then her eyes travelled around the room and she saw other five beds placed around a stove, high windows that overlooked the Hogwarts grounds and a crimson curtain around her bed.

She sunk her head into the pillow and breathed deeply, trying to make her heart beat less furiously. A dream, it was just a dream…

She brought a hand to her forehead and noticed that she was soaking with sweat, then she finally looked back at the person that had saved her from the horrible nightmare.

"Lily," she said hoarsely, her hands going quickly to the other girl's lap as she searched for support in her cousin's hot palms.

"That was a powerful nightmare, I would say," the fourth year said, squeezing her cousin's hand in hers, "I've never heard anybody screaming like that."

Rose closed her eyes. "I was screaming?" she asked weakly. "What did I say?" She couldn't remember everything of her dream, but she hoped that she hadn't screamed James name at some point.

"It was kind of confused," Lily replied, trying to remember, "you were screaming about a baby, and then you said that you didn't want to do something and then you were screaming again about the baby." Lily looked at her with a soft smile. "What did you have for lunch?" she asked amused.

Rose shook her head softly, as if to ask her cousin not to joke about that, then she opened her eyes again and looked at Lily as if it was the first time that she saw her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, shivering in the mild air of the dorm.

"Mary Finnegan," she said, nodding towards one of the empty beds around them, "she said that you were here crying while we were at dinner. And so I came to see you." She looked anxiously at her and added, "Is everything all right?"

Rose shut her eyes, but didn't answer, her body shaken by little shivers.

Lily squeezed her cousin's hands in hers. "Rose," she called her vehemently. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Rose replied, she moved away her hand from her cousin and turned on the other side. "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Lily stood from the bed and circled it, standing right in front of Rose's face, her hands on her hips. "You slept all the afternoon," she replied, "what's wrong with you?"

"I'm ill," she protested weakly.

"Then, you'll have to go to the Hospital Wing," said Lily practically.

"I don't feel like moving," replied Rose quickly.

"I'll help you get there," Lily said promptly, offering her a hand.

"No, Lily!" snapped Rose, smacking her hand away, she looked at her taken aback cousin and darkened. "I don't want to get out of here, okay?" she added, her voice a bit gentler.

Lily raised her chin and crossed her arms. "Okay," she said coldly, "sorry if I was worrying for you." She turned on her heels and walked away, towards the door of the sixth year girls' dorm.

She banged the door at her back when she was finally out, rolling her eyes, she closed her fists and stuffed her little hands in her pockets, walking down to the common room to collect her books and finally go to bed after a hard school day. The common room was stuffed with people, especially fifth and seventh years , who were already studying for their June exams. Lily walked through them and reached the small table near the fireplace, where her books left neglected since before dinner.

"How's Rose?" asked Hugo, raising his head from the book in his lap when his cousin appeared next to him.

Lily shrugged slightly, her hands moving quickly on the table as she collected her things. "She says she's ill," she informed him coldly.

"Ill?" asked Hugo, looking at Lily with wide eyes. "What does she have?"

"I don't know."

"You didn't ask her?"

"She wouldn't say," she replied curtly.

"And you didn't insist?"

Lily snorted. "Why don't you go and ask her?" she snapped, glaring at him.

"Because I can't get into the girls' dorm," he snapped back.

Lily opened her mouth to reply something nasty, but their attention was dragged to the portrait hole that had swung open and from where a dirty and soaked James had entered. Lily frowned slightly as she looked at her brother, he was wearing the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, covered in dirt and soaked with water, and some of the buttons were missing from his chest while his hair was messier than usual.

Hugo stood up and looked at him as well while in the common room fell a deadly silence. The boy looked around himself, barking against some first and fifth years and then kept on walking towards the dorms.

Hugo and Lily exchanged looks and ran to the door that brought to the boys' dorm, standing in front of the tall boy as he reached the stairs. The boy looked down at them and frowned. "Move away, midgets," he said coldly.

"Where have you been?" asked Lily, glancing at his dirty face, his wet hair falling in his eyes.

"None of your business," he replied stiffly, trying to push her away.

"You weren't at dinner," pointed out Hugo, his eyes looking intently at his cousin's face.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't hungry," he snapped, trying to push them away another time. "Move away, I said," he half-cried.

"Don't you feel well you too?" asked Hugo, frowning like a Healer with a patient.

Lily stretched a hand towards him and placed her small palm on his cold forehead. "He's frozen," she said, while James moved away from her, "she was quite hot."

James snorted. "I'm fine," he snapped, then he stopped and looked in his sister's eyes. "Why? Who isn't feeling well?"

"Rose," she answered quietly.

James felt a sudden headache behind his eyes. "What?" he groaned. "What does she have?"

"We don't know," said Hugo quickly. "She didn't ask," he added, nodding towards his cousin and earning a glare from her.

"As I've already said, she wouldn't say!" she snapped to her cousin rather than to her brother.

"And where's she?" asked James.

Lily eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you so interested in her?" she asked her brother, raising her chin and looking at him like a detective would look to a suspect. "You have something on your conscience?"

James backed a little, staggering. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice trembling a little.

"Did you cast her under a spell or something?" Hugo asked him. "Maybe you offered her one of Uncle George's sweets, didn't you?"

"Your sister is not so stupid as to accept one of those sweets," pointed out Lily, "but about the spell…"

"I didn't do anything to her," James broke in, his voice harsher than he had intended. "Now, move away," he repeated to his little nemeses.

"No, you first have to tell us—hey!" protested Lily while her brother gripped her waist and raised her from the first steps that brought to the boys' dorm; he turned and placed her on the other side, towards the common room, then he glared at Hugo, who moved quickly away and let him pass. "And stop bothering me with your stupid jokes," he snapped, before disappearing up the stairs.