I am SO SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in so long! My computer has *ahem* 33 viruses... But I'm getting a new one soon. Hopefully. I really shouldn't even be using it right now anyways, but I am, fot anyone who is interested in my story. Anyways...

I don't own HP! Or any of the characters, or Hogwarts.

Rose was in the library—big surprise—when she got the note.

She had her charms textbook open on her lap and was concentrating on a spell that she had already mastered, when a folded piece of parchment fell into the book. She examined the note curiously, looking at the scraggly spiked writing on the outside. Rose Weasley.

Well, it was definitely meant for her, but who sent it? She unfolded the crinkled parchment carefully; almost afraid that it would be a prank from James, and explode when she opened it. It didn't explode, but there was more writing on the inside.

Rose, it read, I am afraid to warn you, that you could potentially be in danger.

Rose's heart beat faster. No letter was good that started with 'you could be in danger.' She kept reading.

The Dark Lord Voldemort is dead, but his followers are still very much alive. They even have students here, at a haven like Hogwarts, milling about the halls with you and your family, putting you all in danger. They believe that Harry Potter, his right and left hands, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, along with all of their descendants deserve to die, and very painful deaths by the Cruciatus Curse, at that. If there was something I could do, please believe I would've already done it, but I am hardly a powerful person.

Good luck,

Anonymous

Rose gaped at the note for a few seconds… Then gathered all her books into her bag and bolted out of the library, heading straight for the Gryffindor Common Room. She ran into someone who seemed to be blocking her way on purpose, and her heart nearly exploded. She was gladder than she thought possible to be looking up at the blue hair and brown eyes of Teddy Lupin.

"Wotcher, Rosie." He smirked. He was carrying a bucket of what appeared to be green goop. Was this weird for Teddy? No. He had already graduated from Hogwarts, but he had gotten a job there, working to assist an aging Hagrid with his games keeping duties for one more year, waiting for Victoire so they could both go off and get jobs together. He saw Rose looking at the goop. "Slugs… Professor Slughorn, that ham-fisted old bag—spilled these nasty beasts on his floor, he did. Never even noticed! Hagrid got a report from one of his students, saying we should go clean it up… Something wrong, Rosie?"

Rose decided not to tell Teddy, not then, at least, and just shook her head. "I was just heading back to the Common Room. I'll see you later, Ted."

"Bye, Rosie." He said, picking up his bucket. He headed down the hall whistling, towards the exit, where he would likely go out and dump the slugs in the forest.

Rose decided that she would stop by the owlery to deliver a letter to her mother. She had written the letter earlier that day, explaining how her first months of classes had gone. It didn't say anything about the mysterious not she had gotten in the library, or that she had accidentally befriended Scorpius Malfoy. She had wanted to tell her mother about Scorp, and all the fun memories she had made with him, like whenever they were partners in class and made the ultimate projects. Or, maybe the time they had gone out to the Black Lake after class and transfigured various twigs and leaves into racing boats, then charmed them to speed around the lake. Of course, she couldn't say these things to her parents; for fear that they would be upset with her, and for being friends with a Malfoy in the first place.

Rose looked around at all of the owls in the owlery, searching for James's much hated owl, Aage. She finally found him sitting on the sill outside the window, almost as if the stubborn beast knew she was looking for him. He turned his shadowy head towards Rose, and then away rudely.

She called the owl to her, offering him a bit of roast she had saved for him from dinner, but he didn't respond, and eventually, flew away. She threw the meat to the dropping-crusted floor, frustrated, and decided to just go back to the common room. When she started down the stairs, she heard the sound of rushing wings and urgent screeches as the owls all hurried to get the piece of meat she had dropped.

The halls were crowded, for half-seven. In some places, tiny Rose even had to push through crowds of fifth and sixth years, but the large crowds made Rose feel safer. More sure that she wouldn't be attacked. Upon passing the library, Rose was stopped by no other than Scorpius Malfoy. He looked slightly pink in the face, likely because he was burdened by a bag so full of books that it was nearly bursting at the seams.

He gave Rose a half smile. "Hello, Rosie… What are you up to?"

She shrugged half-heartedly. "I was trying to send a letter to my mother, but James's owl didn't want to cooperate."

His eyes went a little bit wider, uncovering the full silvery-green discs that were his irises. "Well—well, if you want, I could send it with my owl in the morning. If you wanted to give it to me now."

"Oh, absolutely! That would be marvelous, thank you so much, Scorp!" She beamed at him for a moment. He returned the smile with a tired one. She dug through her bag and pulled out the letter. "Here you go… But, Scorp… is there something wrong? You seem tired…"

He took the letter and jammed it in his bag between two thick volumes. Rose saw ink prints on the side of his hand, shaped like letters, from too much writing. "Homework," he shrugged, "what can you do?"

Rose nodded. "I know what you mean. 'Best in class' can be hard sometimes, right?"

One corner of his mouth quirked up. "Unquestionably true, my friend. Did you want me to walk you back to Gryffindor Tower?"

Rose shook her head. "Your bag is going to break any second now." She nudged the shoulder bag with her finger. "You'd better get to your common room."

Scorpius nodded with a hint of glumness. "I s'pose I'll see you tomorrow morning in potions?"

"Yes. And you can tell me if you sent my letter then." She waved, turning to leave. "Bye, Scorp."

"Bye, Rosie."

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-Angell Raymond *peace out!*