Okay guys, so heres the latest! I think you're gonna like this one.... Oh and sorry, i kind of forgot that harry, ron and hermione were coming in to do the little talk on the war, which i mentioned in like one of the first chapters, but still, im gonna do my best and put that in somewhere soon. Theres also gonna be a little bit of Lorcanny love in maybe, two or three chapters time.. well maybe longer, when i get to quidditch trials! ahaa... with an other character, which was inspired by one of YOU lovely people! you know who you are *cough* Alex *cough* :)


Rose POV

Since my latest mental breakdown, I've hidden away, venturing out only for lessons. I've received owls from Albus and Scorpius - despite Al's obsession with intercepting those from the latter - but I just don't feel like I can face them. I know I need to get out the dorm soon - I mean, there's Quidditch trials in a week or so, and I know that because Albus is captain, I'll probably get the spot anyway, but I really want to be there. The truth is, I am scared. Any form of confrontation seems to be setting me off these days. Pomfrey doesn't know what is wrong with me, Neville can't think of any Herbal cures that there could be… Why couldn't the stupid healers agree to an obliviation? It would make all of those bad memories go away, it would let me get on with my life. Wouldn't it be the lesser of two evils?

There was a flutter by the window, and a large, black crow was tapping against the glass. I sighed, unhooked the latch, and then let it in. It dropped a letter onto the end of my bed, and I opened it.

Dear Rose,

Why won't you tell me what happened? I know we've never got on well, but I suppose I want to change that. Yes, I know what you're thinking, a Wesley and a Malfoy, talking, civilly! It could happen, but only if you wanted it to… My mother would be fine with us, I mean, since she left my father, I only see him in the summer for a week or so, and anyway, he wouldn't be a problem, I don't think.

Anyway, Rose, just owl me. I'm… Well I'm worried about you. You don't eat, and according to Longbottom, you don't sleep. You're going to make yourself ill! Even if you just need someone to hex every once in a while, I'll be the dummy! I'm serious, just let me help you… I want to help you.

Rose, Albus seems to be under the impression that my father did something wrong. He just won't tell me what it is. I need to know, so if your ever ready to let me know, please, just owl me.

~ Scorpius

He doesn't know what happened to me or his fathers… involvement. And hopefully it is going to stay that way! How do I know if I can trust him? What if it's all some big lie to make a fool out of Rose Weasley?

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see through the window, and out onto the Quidditch pitch. I hadn't been out all week, and the truth be told, I was missing it. I slipped on my boots, shouldered my broom, and walked swiftly from my dorm. Albus looked up in surprise, when he saw me out and about, and he jumped up from his work and cast accio on his broom, which came whizzing from the boys dormitory.

"Hey, Rose!" Albus called, and I slowed down to walk in step with him. "You going down to practise?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd better get in shape for try outs," I replied.

Albus grinned at me. "Oh this is going to be a good year, Quidditch wise! Some brilliant chasers have signed up. And there's you for Keeper, me for Seeker, Fred and James will be Beaters if I have my way. So yeah, I'm hoping we can have Lily and Hugo too, but I don't think Lily wants to try… We'll just have to wait and see until next week!

"Oh crap, Albus! Mum and Dad and Uncle Harry are coming in tomorrow!" I remembered suddenly. "They're going to do that stupid talk for History of Magic."

"Oh man! We've heard every story about the war that there is to be told - a million times!" We groaned in unison, and stomped out onto the pitch. There were just a few Gryffindor's practising, so this time, I would probably be able to get some practise done.

I practised until it was dark, and finally, Albus decided to go back up to the castle. I flew down to the changing rooms, and quickly showered. I was standing in my underwear, looking in the mirror, when behind me, I saw someone come in.

"Scorpius!" I exclaimed, pulling on a shirt quickly, in embarrassment.


Scorpius POV

I walked in on Rose Weasley changing. Funnily enough, my male hormones didn't go into overdrive, and direct my mind to sex. I think the reason for this is because of what I saw.

She had her back to me when I walked in, and it was awful. There were jagged, long scars running as far as from her shoulder blades down to her hips, some still red. In the mirrors reflection, I could see that her stomach was damaged almost as badly. She quickly pulled a shirt on, trying to cover her scars, and in doing so, she turned, revealing her thighs, which were criss crossed in deep welted wounds.

I stood there in shock. "Merlin, Rose, what happened to you?" I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears, and she started shouting at me. The pain in her eyes just about broke my heart, and I wanted to hold her, to make her better again.

"Malfoy, you didn't see anything, okay?" she screamed. "If you tell anybody about this, I swear, I will fucking kill you!"

"Rose, I swear, I won't! Who did this to you? I'll make them pay for this…" She looked at me, disbelievingly.

"No you wouldn't." The tears spilt over, and she pulled on her skirt, grabbing her broom, and ran out.


So, guys, soon you are gonna know the extent of what happened to Rose.... I know some of you are guessing on your comments, etcetera, but still....

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Leah x