Scorpius, please!


POV: Rose


WARNING: Rose uses a few strong words in this chapter, but for good reasons!


The foyer lit with spells, and we moved into an immediate defensive position, closing ranks to form a circle within the middle of the room as we fended off the dizzying amount of attacks.

We were overwhelmingly outnumbered, and I could barely protect myself from the onslaught.

There was no way we were going to get out of here alive.

"It's about to get wet," I heard Harry yell, and suddenly, a huge torrent of water came rushing down from upstairs at his command, swarming round the sides of the room and leaving our circular space clear. Dad then caused the front doors to burst open and the water swarmed outside, taking many of the attackers with its brutal current.

Seamus and Dean, at Harry's signal, then rushed outside in the tide's wake to continuing battling the interns and party-goers outside.

Aghast at this amazing display of powerful magic and flawless teamwork, my chest swelled with pride and confidence, and I managed to send a few stunning spells at the spluttering remainders before they began to fight again. Backing my way toward the drawing room, I began duelling fiercely with three wet interns, until suddenly an arm closed around my stomach, pulling me back into the drawing room. I was thrown painfully to the floor and I heard the door slam closed as my father yelled my name.

"Expelliarmus," Scorpius panted, catching Bethany's wand deftly as it flew out of my hand and toward him.

He was soaked through like the others, and had a large gash on his cheek. He locked the door, and then it exploded into bangs from the other side as my father shouted my name from the other side.

"Drop your weapons or she dies!" Scorpius yelled, pointing a wand at my heart.

"Come off it Malfoy, you won't kill her," my dad's muffled voice replied, "Oh Shi…" he then said, and I heard the renewed yell of voices, as a fresh attack caused my father to move away and defend himself.

In this moment of distraction, I launched myself at Scorpius, rugby tackling him to the floor and sending the two wands flying in different directions.

Struggling away from each other, we both rushed to grab a different wand, him to his own and me to Bethany's. I crawled desperately over to it, closed my hand round it and spun round to find Scorpius in the same position, pointing his at me. We both got to our feet slowly, waiting anxiously for someone to make the first move, when suddenly something black and feathery flew up into my face and past me, and I felt the wand go flying out of my hand once more.

"Bloody loyal pet to the Malfoy's isn't he," I yelled, eyeing the bird with anger as it settled on the back of the chair as it did before.

"Oh, he's not loyal to Malfoy's," Scorpius said, smiling, "he's loyal to those who wish to avenge the dark lord, or at least, those who are helping him avenge the dark lord," he laughed.

"Helping him…?" I replied, looking back at the bird, but with a scream of shock I acknowledged that he was no longer there, instead within the chair sat a man. A man with hard, blunt features, and an unpleasant smile.

"Take a seat," he said, motioning to the seat opposite with his wand.

Casting a look back at Scorpius' sneering face, I reluctantly obliged.

"No reason for our hostage to be uncomfortable, now is there Scorpius?" the man chuckled.

"No master," replied Scorpius, moving into position to protect the door, now that the man had his wand pointed securely at me.

My thoughts filled with possibilities for escape, but there were none. Unless I could break the spell on Scorpius? But how? The only way I could do it forcefully would be to kill the man. I could hear the duelling growing outside the door, and it sounded as if our side was struggling, and panic flooded my system.

I needed to help, in any way I could.

More thoughts flowed off my original train. If I broke the curse on Scorpius, then it would surely have a domino effect on the rest of the attackers, freeing them too? But how? Could I kill someone to save my family? Even if I could I was wandless… unless…

"Who are you?" I asked stubbornly.

"Yaxley's the name, Miss Weasley," he replied, smiling.

"Yaxley," I confirmed, "well, this explains how you escaped after the war. An unregistered Animagus who can turn into a common crow, useful to slip away unnoticed."

"Indeed," he replied, relaxing into his chair as the battle raged outside.

"So have you been living as the Malfoy's pet all this time?" I asked, injecting some scorn into my voice.

His smile faltered a little in annoyance, "I have been hiding here, for many years, yes."

"Oh, hiding. Tell me, were they good owners?"

He flexed a little more in annoyance.

"Treat you well? Feed you worms when you were good and spray you with a water bottle when you were bad?" I laughed cruelly.

"Are you deliberately trying to piss me off Miss Weasley?" he asked, no longer smiling.

Yes.

"It's just funny how you cowered here like a little girl for over twenty-five years, only to launch a pitiful attempt to kill my Uncle, and like a fucking pansy you aren't even out there helping," his fist clenched, "why didn't you just leave the country, go live in Barbados, get a new identity? How retarded do you have to be to stick around here and let kids do your dirty work?"

"Are you quite done?" he asked angrily.

"Not even close, you fucking twat," I spat.

With a flick of his wand a gash opened on my arm and I gasped with pain, but I'd been through worse.

"How about now?" he asked angrily.

"Nope, I didn't mention that you were an ugly piece of shit," and with another slash of his wand I was thrown out of the chair and onto the floor as he stood up. I cast a look over at Scorpius, whose wand arm was shaking.

Come on Scorpius, I thought desperately.

Yaxley then grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up, bending down to whisper in my ear, "I hear you're a fan of the Cruciatus curse?" and I seized up with fear.

Scorpius banged into the wall beside me.

"No," I whispered pleadingly, the last of my bravery left me suddenly.

"Obviously Dolohov left you with a taste for punishment," he laughed, standing over me.

"Scorpius!" I yelled at him, desperate for my plan to have worked, but Scorpius was no longer shaking,

"Perhaps he would like to do the honours?" Yaxley said joyfully, throwing himself back down into his chair to watch, and with a flick of his wand he sent his wordless orders to Scorpius, who turned to face me.

"No," I cried desperately, "No, no, please Scorpius no, please don't, not again," I sobbed, "not again…"

"Do it," Yaxley commanded.

He raised his wand toward me.

"NO!" I screamed, "Scorpius, please!" he couldn't, he wouldn't hurt me…

I heard my father scream my name again, with renewed bangs on the door.

"Dad!" I screamed, "Scorpius please! I love you!" no… no, no, no… please no…

He cleared his throat, and I threw my hands over my head, as if it would stop the pain coming.

"Stupefy!" he yelled, and a burst of red light shot past me, and I heard a series of loud thuds to my right.

Looking up cautiously, I saw Yaxley had toppled over in the chair, and was sprawled unconscious on the floor, and I broke into fresh sobs of relief as Scorpius' arms engulfed me fiercely.

"Oh Rose, I'm so sorry," he also sobbed, hugging me more tightly, and I sobbed even harder.

Suddenly there was a bang from behind us.

"Get away from her now," my father yelled, and Scorpius sprang away from me, tripping over Yaxley's legs.

"D-d-dad," I stammered, "it's o-o-okay," I tried as he moved toward me, "he-e-e's back," I managed before being overtaken by sobs once more.

"Bloody hell," my Dad said, pausing bluntly to look at Scorpius, noticing who he'd tripped over, "Harry," he yelled, "it's Yaxley!"

Uncle Harry then came into the room, closely followed by Teddy and for some reason, Draco Malfoy.

"Scorpius," he said, moving over to his son and helping him up, assessing the gash on his cheek.

"I'm fine Dad," he mumbled, "Rose is worse, please, her arm…"

I'd forgotten about that, and looked down, almost surprised to see it gushing with blood. My father moved again toward me hurriedly, his face pale, but Mr Malfoy pushed past him with a doctor's "let me through," and picked my arm up gently, raising his wand over it and whispering incantations until it slowly closed up with a tingling, burning sensation, leaving a long, white scar.

"Thank you," I whispered gratefully, and he nodded, returning to his son to do the same.

My father then threw his arms round me and crushed me to his chest, kissing the top of my head forcefully.

"Oh Rosie, I was so scared," he whispered, "it was your mother all over again…"

And then I remembered that this was where it had happened, where my mother had got her scars. In this very room.

I crushed myself further into his embrace, and began to sob again, "I want to go home, Dad," I said.

And I felt him nod against my head.


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