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"NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rose sat on the ground, her whole body trembling as she held Scorpius's lifeless figure in her lap. She tried shaking him awake, but he wouldn't move. His head shifted back and forth limply as she shook him and his eyes remained closed.

And there was blood…so much blood…

"No! No! NO!" she cried again. "HE'S DEAD! YOU KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU?!"

She glanced at Michael sharply and she wobbled to her feet weakly, somehow finding the strength to stand up. Rose was only halfway aware that somebody was yelling something in the distance.

Michael gave her a sinister smile, his hands still on the wand that he used to injure Scorpius.

"Looks like it's just you and me now," he snarled. "So what do you say? You want to take me up on that offer?"

"What offer?" Rose spat angrily.

"You and me…we can be together now that Malfoy's out of the picture."

"I thought you said that I was filthy and Scorpius was a traitor for touching me!" Rose cried hysterically. Tears were rolling down her cheeks in a stream.

"I lied," Michael said casually, "I don't care about the fact that he touched you. That's understandable. But he actually liked you…he had feelings for you whereas I simply want your body."

He took a step forward and Rose was tempted to step back, but as she thought of all the events that had happened, she remained firmly in her spot.

"What do you say?" Michael asked.

Rose clenched her fists. "Go to hell."

Michael, who was relatively composed, suddenly looked livid. He thrust his wand directly at Rose's throat so that it was just barely touching her.

"Then you can join your friend. SECTUMSEM—"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Michael was caught off guard as his wand was pulled from his hand by a seemingly invisible force. Both Rose and Michael turned toward the source of the spell.

It was Headmistress McGonagall.

She looked beside herself.

"MICHAEL BADDOCK! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?"

Michael seemed surprised that he had been caught in an act of violence. Without warning, he turned on his heel and ran.

McGonagall's eyes widened, but she recovered quickly. She was accompanied by all the professors in Hogwarts who were running around wildly, trying to catch the Slytherins that were trying to escape. The Gryffindors remained in their spots, their hands up in surrender. Rose looked up at the sky and realized that the teachers had set of fireworks with their wands. They were all different colors and illuminated the sky perfectly so the teachers could see clearly to round up the juvenile delinquents. McGonagall, who was usually always collected, snarled and raced after Michael. She hastily leapt into the air and tackled Michael to the ground.

Michael thrashed about wildly but McGonagall held on tightly. If Rose weren't so heartbroken, she would have laughed at the sight of the old lady holding onto the portly boy.

She glanced once more around the field. Professors everywhere were locking the Slytherins' legs together using "Locomotor Mortis" and some professors were bringing back unconscious Gryffindors using "Rennervate". The Gryffindors that had been tortured were now floating in the air as if on invisible stretchers. Half the professors directed the tortured students inside the castle, obviously heading toward the Hospital Wing. The other half of the professors stayed behind and watched the Slytherins. Rose ignored them all and ran toward her boyfriend's body.

He just couldn't be dead.

"Rose?" boomed a voice near her. Rose looked and saw Hagrid, who had joined the group of teachers in rounding up the Slytherins. James, Albus, Hugo, and Lily were standing around him. Lily seemed to have injured her leg, but James was supporting her gently. The rest of them seemed thankfully unharmed. Rose hiccupped.

"H—Hagrid…Scorpius is—is—"

"He's not dead."

Rose looked toward Scorpius's body again. Professor Longbottom had leaned his head down toward Scorpius's chest.

"I hear a heartbeat, though very faintly. And he's breathing ever so slightly. But we've got to rush him to the Hospital Wing quickly."

Professor Longbottom muttered something and Scorpius was lifted in the air, perfectly parallel with the ground.

"I'm taking him to the castle. You need to go as well," he told Rose strictly. "Minerva told me everything—she saw the whole thing from her window. Hagrid will take you up."

Rose didn't argue as Hagrid's hands lifted her up and he carried her in his arms. Hagrid waited a moment so James, Lily, Hugo and Albus could follow behind.

"Oh God, Scorpius…," moaned Rose. He was out of sight now since Professor Longbottom practically ran all the way to the castle and Hagrid chose to take it easy with the walking.

Hugo, who was usually very quiet, reached up and grasped one of her hands. "Whatever happens, we're here for you, Rose," he said quietly.

Lily nodded and sniffed loudly while James and Albus looked uncharacteristically solemn.

Rose forced a small smile. "Thank you," she said simply. Rose didn't know that so many people cared—nearly half the Gryffindors in the school had risked their safety for her.

"Anything for you," James said in a small voice. "What? Did you honestly think that your only friends were me and Albus?"

James had hit the mark—that's exactly what Rose had thought. She remembered the dream that she had first had about the Quidditch Pitch and how the voice inside her head had stated that she had no friends. But now she knew differently.


As soon as Hagrid set foot in the Hospital Wing, the assistant nurse, who was brand new to Hogwarts this year, took one look at the group and threw her hands in the air.

"Another batch? For heaven's sake! Okay, who is injured?"

"Rose 'ere," Hagrid said, looking down at Rose.

"And my sister," James cut in, holding Lily protectively.

The nurse nodded, disappeared behind a door in the room then came back with two white cotton gowns. She tossed them at Rose and Lily, who caught the gowns.

"Put them on and find a bed. I'll be with you lot in a moment." She turned to leave but Rose cried out, stopping her.

"Wait! There was a boy that should have just gotten here…he was injured badly. You know, a pale boy with really blond hair and—"

"Oh yes," said the nurse gravely. "Mr. Malfoy…"

She turned toward the back of the room where the at least twenty beds were filled with injured people. The head nurse was casting spells left and right and most people were looking a whole lot better. But the furthest bed in the back seemed to be isolated from the others.

Scorpius lay on the bed, looking ash white. Rose bit her lip and practically jumped out of Hagrid's arms.

Still weak from being tortured, but motivated to move forward by Scorpius, Rose half ran towards Scorpius's bed, stopping every once in a while to grab the end of a bed for support.

The assistant nurse was protesting loudly behind her and the head nurse turned to her, frowning but Rose disregarded them and threw herself at the side of Scorpius's bed. She knelt down on the floor and grasped his hand, sobbing.

It looked as if the nurse had done her best to heal his wounds magically, but there was a large gash, a scar, in the middle of his chest where he had been hit by the spell. His robe and shirt were off—apparently the injuries were so severe, they had no time to change him. He lay down with his pants, socks, and shoes still on.

The head nurse rushed next to Rose and tried to pry her away from Scorpius.

"Sweetheart…there's nothing we can do but wait."

"I'm not leaving him! I'm not!" Rose yelled. She knew she must have looked like a baby or perhaps a six year old throwing a tantrum, but she didn't care.

"Come on, Rose," Albus said, joining the nurse in trying to move her. "You've just been tortured. You need to rest like all the other students…"

Rose couldn't bring herself to yell at Albus since he was one of the people who probably organized the rescue but she remained firmly in her spot.

The head nurse crossed her arms.

"If you change right now, I'll be sure to put an empty bed right next to Mr. Malfoy so you can be together…but you've got to be in a bed to rest."

Rose looked at the nurse tearfully but nodded. The nurse directed Lily and Rose to the dressing room where they both changed hastily then returned. As promised, the nurse had a bed next to Scorpius's bed. She had even slid the bed right next to his bed so that it was touching. Lily's bed was across from Rose's bed so that she could be by her family.

Hugo sat on a chair next to Rose's bed while Rose held Scorpius's hand.

"WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?" shouted a voice that Rose recognized instantly.

Rose's head snapped up and she saw her father march into the Hospital Wing with her mother at his heels. A group of parents came directly after them and they immediately scattered, moving to the bed where their sons or daughters were. Harry Potter was even there along with Rose's aunt, Ginny. They darted towards Lily's bed.

Ron and Hermione raced towards Rose.

"Rose!" cried Ron. He threw his arms around Rose and Hermione followed suit. They drew back and Rose saw that her father's face was pale with worry and Hermione was dabbing her eyes furiously with a handkerchief.

"McGonagall told us everything," Rose's mother said. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," Rose lied. She looked toward Scorpius then back at her parents. "What's going to happen to the Slytherins?"

"Neville told us that they confiscated their wands and now they're doing Prior Incantato to see who did what spell. Those who performed the Unforgivable Curse will be sent to trial and may go to Azkaban. The others will most likely be expelled from Hogwarts. I hope that Baddock kid goes to Azkaban first," Ron said in a low voice.

Rose nodded but didn't have time to respond. There was commotion at the door and Rose and her family turned towards the noise. Draco Malfoy was talking wildly to the nurse.

"Where is he?" Draco demanded. "Where's my son? Is he going to be all right?"

The nurse quickly ushered him to the back of the room where his son's bed was. She found a chair and forced it under Draco, who looked as if he were going to faint. Scorpius's father scooted his chair as close to his son's bed as possible.

Rose could see that his eyes were bloodshot, probably from the effort of trying not to cry. But it was obvious that he was in emotional turmoil.

"Is he going to make it?" Draco asked, his voice shaking.

The nurse looked at Draco sadly. "If he had come a moment later, he could have died. But he came just in time. Still…it's not certain whether he will wake up."

Draco seemed to choke for a moment before throwing his arms around Scorpius's neck. He was weeping now, his composure forgotten.

"No…no, no, no…not my son," Draco said hoarsely.

There was silence between the Potters and Weasleys as Draco held his son.

"You should be proud, Mr. Malfoy," Albus finally said from his sister's bedside.

James nodded sadly. "He risked his own life to save Rose."

Mr. Malfoy looked up at Rose sadly and Rose had to swallow the lump in her throat in order to talk.

"That should have been me…it should have been me…"

Rose saw that her father was looking from Scorpius's unmoving body to Draco Malfoy who was still crying and Ron suddenly hugged his whole family—Hermione, Hugo, and Rose—tightly.

Still refusing to let go of Scorpius's hand, Rose sat up numbly and allowed her family to hold her. She was torn between feeling happy that her family was there and sad that Scorpius might not wake up when something unexpected happened.

Scorpius's hand twitched.

Rose took a sharp intake of breath and her family let go of her, confused. Even Mr. Malfoy had looked up. The Potters were all staring at her too.

But as Scorpius suddenly coughed and began to move his head slightly, everyone knew what was happening.

Scorpius opened his eyes sluggishly then sat up slowly. Mr. Malfoy was beside himself with joy. He hugged his son tightly, perhaps too tightly for someone who had just been cut open by an invisible sword.

"Father?" asked Scorpius slowly, not used to this kind of physical affection from his dad.

Mr. Malfoy pulled back and wiped the tears from his eyes. "I thought I had lost you."

Scorpius coughed again, then lay back against his pillow and smirked at his father.

"It takes a lot more than a spineless bastard like Baddock to get rid of me," he said feebly. Nevertheless, he reached out to hold his father's hand with the hand that wasn't being held by Rose. "You're turning into a sap."

Mr. Malfoy recomposed himself with the assurance that his son was going to be okay. "I am not a sap," he said defiantly.

Scorpius smiled and then turned to Rose. It was now Rose's turn to hug him tightly. Scorpius let go of his father's hand and wrapped himself around Rose.

"You're so stupid," Rose said against him. "Don't you ever do something like that again! Why would you do that?"

Scorpius drew back. "I would have thought that it was obvious." He kissed her forehead lightly and whispered, "I love you."

Rose was crying, something she found that she had been doing a lot since she got involved with Scorpius, but this time she was crying with happiness.

"I love you too."

It felt good saying it. The first time when Scorpius had said that he was falling in love with her, she hadn't said anything—she was just happy to be back together with Scorpius at the time. But she knew that she had secretly fallen in love with him the moment she discovered that Scorpius had snuck a note into her book after pretending to be bullying her in the hall.

Rose's father cleared his throat loudly and got the attention of everyone in the group.

"Malfoy," he said to Draco, "your son…he saved my little girl's life." Ron struggled with himself for a second then smiled at Draco. "I would be glad to get to know your son a lot more. And it'd be nice to get to know you too."

Ron got up and offered his hand to Draco. Draco hesitated, but shook his hand, grinning.

Scorpius and Rose breathed a sigh of liberation—that was one less thing that they had to worry about.

"All right, you lot," said the nurse loudly to all the parents in the room, "I know you're worried about your children, but I want them to spend the rest of the night sleeping. Out, out, out!"

She shooed away all the parents, including Rose's parents, Scorpius's father, and even the Potters, who were quite popular around the wizarding world. All the adults protested at first, but then insisted that they would be helping outside with the Slytherins instead so that they wouldn't be far away.

"You too, Albus and James! Scoot!" the nurse demanded.

The Potter brothers rolled their eyes but obeyed reluctantly.

"Thank you guys," Rose said to her cousins before they left.

"Anytime," they said back to Rose. They nodded at Scorpius and exited the Hospital Wing.

Scorpius turned to Rose, who still couldn't believe that Scorpius was okay. She beamed at him.

"Don't leave me like that again," she said softly.

Scorpius shook his head. "I won't." He leaned down and gently brought his lips to hers then drew back and rested his head on the pillow, facing Rose.

Rose put her head on her pillow as well and closed her eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Before she had drifted off to sleep, she felt Scorpius slip his hand into hers.

She tightened her grip on his hand and gave in to sleep.

Instead of nightmares, Rose had dreams about Scorpius.


A/N: Worst case of writer's block EVER! But here's another chapter. I don't know how I feel about this chapter. I don't particularly dislike it, but I don't know if I'm satisfied with it either. So I may add an epilogue. But we'll see. Anyway, thank you to all the people who have read this story and a BIG thank you to the reviewers!

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