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Fifth Year- Rose's POV

"Al relax, you are going to do fine."

"How do you know," he shoots to me, his knee jiggling underneath the table.

"You haven't touched anything," I motion to the empty plate, "That has to be some kind of record."

"Oh you're hilarious Rose," He retorts but, his face was too stressed to pass as a sarcastic remark, "I am the captain Rose, they chose me over James and the other seventh years. I can't let them down," he looks at me with a hopeful look in his eyes, "I can't let my parents down."

I nod sympathetically, I know what he meant. Not that my family puts pressure on us, but the rest of the world did. The daughter of two of the Golden Trio, she has to do great things, they would say to Mum and Dad. Key word was has. I can't help the loads of pressure on my shoulders and I know Al can't either.

"You will do fine," I smile, my voice more certain.

"How do you know," Al stares at his plate.

I shake my head, "Because you are in Gryffindor for a reason, you are strong."


I shift and walk with Lily chittering my ear off. My breath made fog in the cold and dense air as I climb to the top of the box. I settle next to Lily and we, with a few other Gryffindors, hold up a gigantic sign spelling, Go Gryffindor, and Lily drew a lion while I used a spell Mum had used to make the sign alternate colors, from scarlet to gold and back again.

The air, as cold as it was, was warm with the enthusiasm of teachers and students. I hold my breath as the teams come out, I can see Al in the front, clutching his broom, and shake their hands. Down the line, I spot Scorpius, his chin high and his blond hair reflecting the light.

As the players, began to mount the brooms, Lily swung the banner we made back and forth, a bit too crazily.

"Uh Lily you are going to drop the-," I began to warn.

"Oops," Lily says. She had dropped the banner down on the pole, "It is fine, I will get it."

She reached and pushed open the gate that kept people from falling out onto the ground with a splat and reached out to grab the banner.

"Lily!" I screamed, tugging her back in, not before she grabbed the banner though, and looked at her angrily, "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't, did I," she point out, "I am good. Oh, look, it is starting." I look over, not before taking a relived sigh.

"Play nicely," Madam Cheriln orders and blows her whistle and off the go, with Ash Greywood commenting.

"The Quaffle is in Gryffindor's position, Chaser Hugo Weasley has it-"

"Go Hugo!" I scream and my eyes catch Al, looking down, trying to catch the Snitch, and James, guarding the goalpost.

"The Quaffle gets passed from Weasley to Sternson and back to Weasley and they...SCORE!"

Lily and I were jumping up and down with pride and happiness. Just then, everything moved in slow motion. I felt a push at my back, no, a large shove really. I tumble froward, my body making contact with the unlocked gate and before I know it, I fell through it. My body plummets and the sensation was horrid, air whistling past my ear. You know how people say that they see their lives flash in their eyes when they are about to die, but I didn't see that. Instead I saw a boy, with impeccable blond hair and laughing beside me, planting a kiss on me. I feel myself gasp as the vivid image passes over my eyes. Scorpius... Scorpius, I love him. I want to laugh in the last few second I seemed to have, I finally admit that I love Scorpius. I turn my head to see the ground moving up closer and closer, closing my eyes, I expected hard solid ground and pain, but it didn't come. I open my eyes to see I was perched on a broom moving forward at an incredible speed with and arm wrapped around me to keep me steady. Somebody had caught me, I look up savoring the feel the sunlight again. I see Al, James and Hugo gaping at me, but if they were here then... I look down to see not scarlet but, green robes swirl around me.

Scorpius held me, his gray eyes filled with only determination. He looks down at me, and I see a small clip of emotions pass through his eyes, hurt and worry to grief to joy and relief. I touch his face with the back of my hand, feeling faint and loving the way his face brightened the tiniest amount, before falling into a dark pit of nothing.


R&R... Can't type much... exhausted... got in trouble in music class for day dreaming about this.