Rose Pov

I stomped up to a bench and sat down, scowling. My stomach growled promoting me to get on with breakfast, which I happily did. Just as I was on my third (or was it my fourth) piece of jam and butter toast Al sat down ignoring my black mood.

'Hey Rosie, how are you this bright happy day' He asked pleasantly in reply I gave him a black look before continuing on with my toast. As if nothing had happened he chattered on while winking at the occasional girl. Oh now I get it. I realised that in the spots we were in we could see everyone in the hall, more importantly for Albus he could see every girl in the hall. I picked up my plate about to move when Pig the fourth (Hugo had Pig the third and dad and mom Pig the second) swooped down and dropped the daily prophet on the table. I settled back down interested whatever was today's biggest gossip- I mean story was (probably something to do with James' drinking too much, it usually is).

I turned over to see in big front, DRACO MALFOY MUDERED. I pulled Albus over and made him read the article with me.

Mr Draco Malfoy was found in the Ministries conference room brutally cut up. Paramedics tried to revive him but it was to no use a mere few days ago. Auroras are yet to comment on why if this happened days ago the public was only told now.

After that it was all rubbish conspiracy theories. I turned to Albus but he was already up searching for Scorpius. I got up and started as well. He nodded at me as we both spotted the ever paling boy at the same time. Albus ran over to him and got him out of the room with help from Zabini, Scorpius seemed shocked that the Prophet has reported it in such a blunt manner. I saw the Daily Prophet slip through his fingers as the boys dragged him out protectively. The whispers had already started, heads turned at a furious pace as they gossiped. I sat down stone shocked, no wonder Scorpius had seemed to have mood swings recently he would have been one of the first people to know about . I flipped to the next page of the prophet desperate to get my mind of Scorpius' situation, pity churning inside me. I gasped violently as I saw the next page's headline THREAT ON ROSE WEASLEY LIFE. Underneath was a picture of a red message written on the floor of what I recognize as the Ministries conference room.

The message was- The daughter of the (then there was a jewelled crown) and the (a light bulb was placed on a black witches hat) and niece to the (a hastily drawn lighting bolt) will be next.

The caption for the photo went as followed: Analysis have confirmed that this disturbing message is written in Draco Malfoy's blood.

I felt physically sick. I quickly dropped the prophet feeling as if all eyes in the hall were focused on me. I stared at the words on the paper, shaking. The prickling at the back of my neck started get unbearable, like someone was slowly, gently trailing a knife up and down it. I ran. I ran until I reached my dorm. The portrait gave me a pitying glance before opening; I jumped up my stairs and slammed the door. I crumpled, hugging my legs to be chest as my breathing quicken.

Someone wants to kill me.

Albus Pov

Scorpius was like he just been petrified, he seemed to have loss all movement in his limbs. Palo and I dragged him on top of his bed hoping that we would just get an annoyed look. He just stared at the ceiling as if nothing had happened after a moment I sighed and left the room. I lay on the couch running my hand through my hair in despair. I happened to glance up the moment Rose came rushing into the room with a wild, terrified look in her eyes before bounding up her stairway and slamming her room's door with a loud bang. I sighed again thinking about how depressing my life is.

My best friend may be in a coma due to the fact that his father has just been brutally murdered.

My best friend's father has been brutally murdered

My cousin (Rose) is most likely terrified and slightly crazy (well, crazier than usual)

Not one girl this morning giggled back at me this morning when I winked at them

I haven't thought of that one yet

I sighed, again, as I reread my mental list. I looked out the window to see sun light steaming in, mocking me. Great I thought, now even the sun has issues with me.