Wow, two in one day. I have to say that I am amazing. I may have a slight headache and my fingers may be aching, but I am amazing :D
After Christmas, Rose hardly ever left Scorpius' bedroom. Or…her room. Even though she'd had a good time with the Zabini twins on her birthday, she hadn't seen them since. It was New Year's Eve and Rose really didn't want to go out. She only ever saw the Malfoys when she had to eat, and even then she didn't talk to them. There was only one explanation as to why Rose was acting the way she was…what had happened had sunk in. On Boxing Day, she received a letter from the Ministry. That letter was in her hands and she couldn't stop reading it.
Dear Miss,
This letter is confirming your removal from the Weasley family. In case you were unaware of what this means and what it involves, you are no longer part of the wills of all of your close relatives, you can no longer have the surname Weasley and, at your former father's request, you can no longer make contact with your former parents or brother until you turn seventeen. You are also required to give up your key to your family's vault at Gringotts and you will have to find your own money, food and shelter. If you have any difficulty with this, the Ministry will be happy to help (ask for Audrey Weasley at reception).
If there is anything we can do to make your situation better, then don't hesitate to let us know.
Yours sincerely,
Penelope Clearwater
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
The only thing that Rose wanted was to speak to Hugo, but her dad had made sure she didn't. She had received a few letters off Hugo asking if they could meet up, either in Diagon Alley, or the Burrow, but Rose was unable to send a reply. She had asked Draco if she could reply to a letter, but after asking people in the Ministry, he discovered that she couldn't. It was impossible. Thanks to magic. When she didn't reply, Hugo's letters became angrier and he accused her of ignoring him. Then, the worst of them all, he sent her a letter saying that he missed her and really wanted to see her. There were tear marks on that letter and Rose wanted to do anything to show him that she wasn't ignoring him, but it was impossible.
Why had her…why had Ron done this to her?
On New Year's Eve, Rose realised something, whilst she was reading the letter from the Ministry. Penelope Clearwater worked in the same department as her mothe…Hermione, in fact, they shared an office. Penelope must have done at least some of the paperwork when it came to disowning her, and those papers must've been in Hermione's office. How could it have been a surprise to Hermione that she was disowned? How could she not have known? She spent enough time at work. Rose grabbed some parchment, ready to write an angry letter to Hermione, but when her quill was about to write the first word, Rose froze.
Write quill. It is just one word. Do it one word at a time. Go on. Write it. Write it. Write it.
Why?
Because…actually, I've forgotten. Who am I writing to again?
I don't know. Why would you want to write anything, you're on holiday? Rose put her quill down and went back to her bed. She saw all of the letters, then remembered.
That is powerful magic. Rose put her head in her hands and began to cry. What was she going to do? She wasn't going to be able to speak to Hugo, or her 'former parents' for about five years. She wouldn't get any proper answers and by the time she could speak to her family again, she'd be a distant memory. She would have changed and they would have gotten used to her absence. Rose let the tears fall down her cheeks, she hadn't cried since Christmas, but a week's worth of tears were making their way across her face.
I need to talk to someone.
But who?
Mr Malfoy, maybe?
No, you know he'll go straight to your old house and kill Ron and then he'll go to Azkaban and then you won't have anyone to look after you and…
I need to stop spending time around Sapphire.
Rose went back to her, or Scorpius', desk and tried to think of someone to write to. She decided to try writing to Albus, after all, the letter from the Ministry didn't say anything about 'no contact with cousins' because then she wouldn't be able to talk to half of England.
Dear Albus.
Yes! She could write to Albus. Rose did a little celebratory dance around the room before going back to the letter.
Hi. How are you? Do you know the terms and conditions of this whole disowning thing? I'm not allowed to be a Weasley, I literally have no last name, and I can't see Ron, Hermione or Hugo. It's not fair. I've tried writing but there's some kind of magic that makes sure I don't write to them. I don't think Hugo knows, he keeps sending letters and is accusing me of ignoring him. Please can you let him know that I literally can't write even though I really really want to? Oh, and I've missed you too of course.
Rose
Rose found an owl and tied the letter to its leg.
"Take it to Albus Potter." The owl flew out of the window and Rose hoped it understood and knew where to take it. She collapsed back on to her bed and hugged her two favourite stuffed toys: the dragon and the griffin.
"It's nice to see that they're appreciated." Rose sat up quickly. Simon was standing in the doorway next to Sapphire, who had some spellotape on her mouth. She was gesturing wildly with her hands. Apparently Sapphire couldn't get the tape off. Simon looked at his sister and smiled. "Peaceful isn't it? Sapphire was annoying mom yesterday so she magically sealed Sapphire's mouth shut for twenty-four hours. She won't be able to speak until five o'clock tonight and I have to say, I'm enjoying the quiet." Rose laughed slightly.
"What are you doing here?" Rose asked.
"Well, we're here to help a friend." Simon smiled at her and Rose smiled back. Sapphire was pretending to gag behind him. "Dad kept saying that we should wait until you were ready to talk to us but after a week, I thought it had been long enough so I came here myself. Of course, Sapphire followed." Sapphire folded her arms and frowned.
"Yeah, do you think we could decorate at Easter? I'm really not liking how this room is decorated." It was blues and blacks, but unlike Rose's room, the blues were really dark and it gave her the impression of a prison.
"Well, Scorpius didn't want Slytherin colours, but he didn't want any other house colours either."
"But this reminds me of Ravenclaw."
"Not the same blue." Rose shook her head. "What colours were you thinking?" Rose was about to say 'blue and white,' because those were the colours of her old bedroom, but she changed her mind.
"Yellow and orange." Rose smiled. Those colours were nice. Not so bold that it made your eyes go funny, just a pale yellow and a pale orange.
"Sounds like Hufflepuff." Simon said, but not spitefully like you'd expect from a Slytherin. Just a statement.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't going for that but…Hufflepuff is the best house in my opinion." Rose just decided it then and there.
"Why?" Simon raised an eyebrow.
"Because Helga Hufflepuff didn't care who you were or what you were like. She'd teach anyone and everyone; accept anyone and everyone. She judged you on what you did, not who you were. And so if you were sorted into Hufflepuff, you belonged straight away. You didn't have to prove yourself or have to face people who thought you didn't belong." Sapphire nodded.
"You're right. But still, even Hufflepuff has been affected by the war. They're against Slytherins too." Rose sighed.
"I don't think that will change for a long time." Simon and Sapphire nodded sadly. "But that's no reason to be upset. It just means we have to show other people that we're not the evil Death Eaters they think we are. Right?"
"Right."
"Right!"
"Just one question." Simon raised his hand slightly and Rose tried not to laugh and, for the first time, succeeded.
"Yes Simon?"
"How do we do that?" Rose frowned.
"I have absolutely no idea."
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