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Mold. It smelt of mold. Dust. It tasted of dust. Wet. It sounded of wetness. Cold. It felt cold.

The thin skin that made up a pair of eyelids squeezed shut tightly, and the freckled skin that covered a button nose scrunched up. Rose inhaled deeply and snapped her eyes open as memories flooded back into her mind. A million emotions flowed through her all at once; panic, distress, fear, dread, terror, hysteria. A hand instinctively reached for her wand, but she couldn't find it anywhere on her. Sitting up on her elbows, the witch felt a stinging pain shoot up her spine, as her head spun dizzily. Her throat was dry and her body ached as if she had just ran a marathon. She was weak and subdued, feeling like she should sleep for years on end. And she instantly knew something wasn't right with her body.

Blue eyes fought tiredly, trying hard to adjust to the darkness of the room. The skin that wasn't covered by her uniform skirt was pressed up against cold stone ground, and she wiggled her toes, feeling them bare and practically frozen. A scared gasp escaped Rose when she suddenly heard a voice call out from the darkness, sounding near yet not close enough to frighten her.

"You've finally awoken, my dearest Rose," the hauntingly familiar voice called out. Rose shivered unconsciously when she heard him speak, memories of her childhood flooding back to her. Her eyes squinted in the dark, and she was slowly able to make out the faint outline of a figure standing a good distance away from her. "Oh, how rude of me… I do apologize," his voice spoke, and sudden harsh lights flooded the room, causing Rose to become blinded.

Her eyes squeezed shut again, as a hand came up to cover her sensitiveness. Rose reopened her eyes after a minute, and held back a gasp when she found the man's figure a couple steps closer, yet still far enough away. Rose found herself in a good sized room with blank stone walls, and only a great steel door on the opposite side. She involuntarily shivered when she saw a thin, dirtied mattress pad laying a foot away from her on the floor. The witch tried to say something, but her words were frozen as she took in the appearance of the man who had ruled her night terrors for the past ten years.

He looked just as he had; the perfect image of the man Rose's parents always old her to stay away from. Though the look in his dark brown, almost black, eyes was different. They showed all of his emotions; glee, excitement, happiness, elation, delight, pleasure. And seeing this was the thing that scared Rose the most.

"My, my…" his voice mocked on after a moment, his eyes scrutinizing her body like prey is observed as dinner before it is devoured. "How you have changed, my little flower. Your body has blossomed beautifully." Rose swallowed hard at the man's hungry tone, and looked down to find her tie and knit vest removed, leaving her only in her skirt and white button up shirt. The witch panicked when she looked down and found that the top three of her buttons had been not only undone but ripped off, allowing the edge of her white bra to peek out. A gasp escaped her and she brought her hand up to hold her shirt closed.

A sick grin spread across the man's face as he watched, a cruel laugh leaving his lips. "No need to be modest, my dearest Rose. I will see everything soon enough." Rose felt as if she was about to vomit, as pure horror settled into her gut, something she had only felt once before.

The witch's panic and adrenaline spiked up high, and she scrambled to stand on her feet, but she was simply too weak. The man laughed harshly as Rose tumbled back to the ground in a frail state, her knees and hands knocking against the hard floor. "Please," the witch said desperately as she felt tears pool in her eyes. "Let me go," she demanded as tears flowed freely and trailed down her face, but her company laughed at her pleading. "What do you want with me," Rose asked, despair leaking from each of her words.

The man shuffled forward a few steps, his old leather shoes kicking up the thin layer of dirt and dust that covered the concrete floor. Rose clambered away from the man as she hurriedly crawled backwards when he squatted near her. "You'll find out in good time," the man said as he flashed a smile, showing off slightly discolored and crooked teeth. "Now," the man said with a sigh as he reached into his pocket. "Time for you to get your rest…"

Rose's eyes doubled when the man crawled towards her, and she desperately pushed herself backwards until she reached a wall. "No, stop!" Rose screamed out loudly, flailing her limbs as she tried to fight off the approaching body. But the man laughed, as if he was playing some entertaining game. When his body was close enough, Rose put her hands on his chest and pushed with all her might, but the man had been expecting this, as he stood hard as stone.

Like a flash of light, the man had lunged forward and had a vice-like grip on her jaw. Rose let out a squeal of pain as she felt her skull crack painfully against the ground as it was shoved back, and a heavy body crawled over her and held her down. "Open up," the man taunted. Rose slammed her jaw shut and bit down as hard as she could, refusing to let her mouth go slack.

"OPEN!" The man said after a moment, and Rose cried out when he lifted her head and slammed it back into the ground forcefully, but she fought and kept her mouth shut. Her fight was over, though, when her mouth opened in a gasp as a hand came down and slapped her hard across the face. Taking his chance, the man poured the vial he held in his hand down her throat, clamping her mouth shut after it was all in. Rose whined and mewled as a painful tingling filled her mouth, and she was forced to swallow the burning liquid after the man held his other hand over her nose.

Rose gasped out once she had down the liquid, and the man smiled as he rose off of her petite body. "Forgive me," the man whispered to the witch as he stroked a hand down her sore and reddened cheek, causing the pain to only worsen. The witch felt herself slowly start to melt away, as she turned on her side and curled into the fetal position. Her eyes lazily watched, half lidded, as the man's feet walked away, fading into small black objects before they disappeared and she was in the darkness again. A loud bang sounded when the steel door was slammed shut, and the click of a lock was heard. Blue iris' stared forward, unable to move, and she blinked fast when she spotted the sparkle of the diamond bracelet that laid on her wrist.

Hopelessness overpowered the girl suddenly, and she allowed tears to slip out of her as she laid and held herself, feeling as if their was no hope. Rose's head felt light and far away, and when she twitched her fingers, she couldn't feel their presence.

Slowly, she faded off into the darkness, sobbing into the dirty ground, praying for a miracle to come and save her. Thoughts of her mother and father and Hugo flashed through her mind, and she let out a great sob when Scorpius' beautiful image came to her. "Please, God," Rose whimpered out a second before her body gave in and let her submerge herself in the black pit of emptiness.


Isolation. He felt isolated. Pain. He felt pain. Torment. He felt tormented. Suffering. He was suffering…

Scorpius felt his heart ache, it felt heavy and broken, like it had been squeezed too tight. Everything felt wrong. Everything hurt.

It had been three days since Rose had gone missing, and Scorpius felt as if he was slowly dying, one painful breath at a time. The Aurors had been searching for her for seventy two full hours, four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. And she was nowhere to be found. This hurt Scorpius more than the worse pain he could have ever imagined. It felt as if half of himself had been torn away.

The ministry had sent out a full manhunt, sending out their best men. Aurors from different countries all over Europe came. But still, there was nothing. Everyone knew; it had been in the news, despite the Weasley family's best efforts to keep it private. The castle was different, colder, without the little ball of sunshine bursting throughout the corridors, smiling at everyone she saw.

Scorpius closed his eyes, his head pounding as if his skull was too tight. He sighed, ignoring the words of his professor as he tried to push all thoughts out of his mind and find peace. But it was all too much, everything was too much to bare. So, in a fit of anger, the man suddenly stood in the middle of Professor Blackband's lecture and stormed out of class, ignoring the words shouted after him as he slammed the door shut.

Long legs led him down the corridors, and he paused all of a sudden, staring out one of many glass windows. His sharp breaths fogged the glass in front of him, and he begged himself to calm down, to think of anything but Rose, and all the suffering she was probably feeling as he stood by and did nothing. The silence of the hall steadied the erratic beating of his heart, and he almost screamed aloud when the bell tolled out harshly, suddenly finding himself surrounded by dozens of students.

A minute later, Scorpius felt a timid hand on his shoulder, and he turned to find Zoee standing in front of him, a sympathetic smile on her face. Quinn and Luciano stood behind her, concern covering their features. "Come on," the witch said softly, smiling gently at the man as she grabbed his hand cautiously, surprised when he didn't pulled back. Scorpius allowed the tall girl to lead him down the halls, and he cursed himself when he realized he was comparing the softness of Zoee's hand to Rose's, finding his witch's much more velvety.

The Slytherin couple, with Quinn and Luciano trailing behind, quickly made their way down the corridors toward their common room. Scorpius could just feel all of the looks he got as he walked down the halls, most empathetic and compassionate. But he didn't want their pity, he just wanted Rose back safe and sound in his arms.

The four of them reached the Slytherin common room in no time, and they all climbed through the portrait, none of them expecting Scorpius' outburst. The wizard had been thinking of nothing when he looked up as he entered the room, and found himself eye level with the one person he wanted to see least. And instantly all the rage and hate he had felt in the past three days flared up and pumped through his veins.

"It was you!" Scorpius screamed, yanking his hand out of Zoee's as he raced forward. Terrance Macnair's eyes grew in size, as he found Scorpius rushing towards him with a look of murder in his eyes. Luckily for the Slytherin, Quinn and Luciano were able to grab ahold of their seemingly psychotic friend before he did something that would land himself in a cell at Azkaban.

The blonde man ignored his mates as they tried to calm him with words, holding him back with all their power. "I know it was you," Scorpius screamed, and even when he remembered that it was nearly impossible that he did it, as Terrance was in class with him when it happened, he couldn't contain himself. The wizard suddenly felt a sense of peacefulness wash over him, and he knew he had been hexed by someone, yet his anger still raged on inside of him.

His strong body stopped fighting against the restraints, and Scorpius was hurriedly escorted to his dorm by Quinn, Luciano, and Zoee. Once in his room, the wizard picked up a large stack of textbooks, which happened to be Quinn's, and chucked them hard across the room, not that the boy cared about his books. "Mate, get a hold of yourself! What would Rose have to say if she was here," Quinn asked, and though it hurt Scorpius to think about the answer, he knew his friend was right.

With a few calming deep breaths, Scorpius managed to bring his heart rate back down and settle himself. "I'm sorry," the man apologized in a weak voice, as he sat on the edge of his bed and leaned his head in his hands. "I just," his voice cracked painfully. "I just miss her so much, it feels like it's killing me… I don't know how to live without her."

The trio of Slytherins stood a few feet away, and Zoee felt her heartbreak as she watched her friend. So, with timid steps, the witch walked forward and sat on the bed next to Scorpius. The wizard didn't flinch as the girl wrapped an arm around him and settled her head against his shoulder. "She will be found," Zoee said in a strong voice, that was almost able to convince Scorpius. "Rose will be found, soon, and she will be happy and healthy. And she will need you by her side; so you can't go losing your mind like you just did. Stay strong, Scorpius, have faith and know that she will be found… that's all you can do."

The wizard nodded, and for the first time and three days, he felt some tiny glimpse of hope shudder through him.


Several hours later, grey eyes stared up at the green canvas of a four poster bed, refusing to shut and give into a night of much needed sleep. Scorpius felt exhausted, yet the thought of sleep repulsed him. Rose was somewhere out there, needing his help, and who was he to waste time away. His hands laid by his sides, his fingers tapping against the soft material of his sheets, the steady beating of his heart was the only thing he heard over the breathing of his roommates.

Visions of Rose flooded his mind, sending a rush of serenity over him. Scorpius thought of everything about her; her ocean blue eyes that conveyed all her emotions, her freckled skin that seemed honeyed from the sun, her rosy cheeks that he could make blush without doing anything, her smile which lit up rooms so easily, her long wavy hair that held the hidden tints of red, her delicate hands that could stroke away anyone's pain.

And suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, an epiphany raced through Scorpius' beaten mind. The wizard sat up fast in his bed, his brain racing madly as goose bumps littered the pale skin of his naked torso. Grey eyes grew wide and a flitter of faith made his heart feel whole again.

Faster than he ever had, Scorpius shot out of bed and threw a shirt and robe on. His large, bare pale feet slapped against the cold hard ground of the castle as he raced through the hall, feeling a surge of energy pump through his veins. The wizard found himself in front of Headmistress McGonagall's office in record time, and he breathed hard as he stood in front of the guarding gargoyle statue.

An agitated breath left Scorpius and he ran a rough hand through his hair and shouted out random names of sweets at the statue, feeling more despaired with each word. The wizard was about to take out his wand and blast the damn gargoyle aside when a witch emerged from the staircase behind the guard. "Mister Malfoy," Minerva asked in a confused tone, her grey hair wispy around her as she stood in her night robe. "What on Earth is this about? It is three in the morning, young man."

"I am well aware," Scorpius mumbled out, "trust me, ma'am, this is an emergency." The witch let out a surprised gasp when the tall man hurried forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her back up the staircase she just came down to her office. Scorpius felt the feather like, wrinkled skin of the woman's hand in his, and he dropped it fast once they were in her office, shutting the door behind him.

Minerva stood a good distance away from the stirred up wizard, placing her hands on her hips in a motherly manner. "What is the meaning of this, Scorpius," the witch said, using the boy's first name to grab his attention. Grey eyes looked to her, and the woman could see every emotion that the wizard had felt in the past three days, and she couldn't help but let herself soften for him.

"I need you to get Rose's uncle and father immediately," Scorpius said hurriedly, wishing to waste not a moment longer. "I think I have thought of something that could help." The older woman looked to the boy with unconvinced eyes, and the motioned to a chair in front of her desk.

Moving, she went to the kettle in the corner of her room and with her wand, started to boil a new pot of tea. "Perhaps this can wait a few hours. I am sure Mister Potter and Mister Weasley are at their homes, sound asleep." And as the words came out of her mouth, she knew they were lies; both men had been working endlessly to find Rose. "Scorpius, I will gladly call to them in the morning, once you've slept-"

"No," Scorpius interrupted in a rough voice, "you must call them now! Do you not realize how serious this is? The love of my life is out there somewhere with a man who has killed before." Something about the urgency and rawness in the young man's voice set off Minerva, and she sighed in defeat.

The witch nodded as she made her way over to the large fireplace, "very well, Mister Malfoy. But please, take a seat and try to relax yourself in the meantime." Scorpius nodded, sitting in the chair posed in front of the woman desk, though the way he bounced his leg up and down and tapped his fingers together did nothing to calm his nerves.

Seven short minutes later, which felt like seven long hours to Scorpius, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were standing in Headmistress McGonagall's office. Both of the men managed to look wide eyes and alert, and yet tired and sleep deprived at the same time, with messy hair and ruffled clothes. "What's wrong," the dark haired man asked, fixing the lopsided glasses on his face, looking back from Minerva to Scorpius.

Looking to her student with irked eyes, the woman spoke, "you should ask Mister Malfoy. He rushed here not long ago and demanded to speak to the both of you, I have as much of a clue as you do." The witch sighed as she walked behind her desk and sat in the chair that so many previous Headmasters had sat in before her.

Three pairs of curious eyes set on Scorpius and he laced his hands together on his lap as he looked to the two men and spoke. "I know how to find her," the man stated simply, and the lips which had worn a frown for past few days flickered up for a brief second.

The two men had very different responses to this statement, Harry's dark eyebrows shot up and he wore an expression of attentiveness, but Ron frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, not believing. "We have the best Aurors in the entirety of Europe using the best locating spells to find my daughter, and you think that you have an idea that we haven't already tried," Ron said in a cynical tone, though on the inside he was praying to the gods above that the boy actually could help.

The Slytherin stood then, unable to sit in the blasted chair any longer, and he ran a busy hand through his silky white hair. "I gave Rose a diamond bracelet for Christmas," Scorpius started off, confusing everyone else in the room. "The bracelet is a family heirloom, and has been in my family for more than twenty generations, somewhere around six hundred years old."

Both men standing across from Scorpius nodded, still not understanding what he was talking about. "The bracelet is typically given by a Malfoy to the witch he is courting, it symbols the desire to become engaged in the soon future." The man stopped then, seeing the dangerous look on Rose's father's face. "But Rose and I had been dating for only about three months then, and when my father gave me permission to have it, I intended it as a gift rather than symbol of future marriage." Harry tried his best to hide a smile, as he could clearly see that the boy no longer wasn't interested in become engaged to his goddaughter.

"As touching as this is," Ron said, and Scorpius wasn't hurt at all by the slight rudeness in the man's tone. "Why did you wake me from the comfort of my warm bed at three in the morning to tell me about a bracelet?"

Scorpius brought a hand up and cracked his knuckles, a habit that drove his mother up a wall, before he continued talking. "Well this bracelet, it isn't just a normal tennis bracelet, it has old magic lingering in it. I remember when I was younger my father told me that, hundreds of years ago, the Malfoy men could use the magic in the bracelet to find out where their fiancée was at any time, to make sure of their faithfulness. There was a spell that the giver of the bracelet could use, which would lend them the exact location of their witch at the exact moment they casted the spell."

Harry's green eyes seemed to light up, and Scorpius could even see a spark of hope in Ron's. "Do you think Rose was wearing this at the time of her abduction," Harry asked, his voice eager and dire. Scorpius informed the man that Rose had never taken it off since he put it on her months ago, and doubted she wasn't wearing it. "Brilliant," the inky haired man said louder than necessary. "This is brilliant thinking on your part, Scorpius."

"Enough sitting around," Ron said, pulling his hands out of his pockets, as they began to dance nervously at his side. "Let's do it- let's find her."

Yet the two men worried when Scorpius then deflated, as he brought up a hand to run through his blonde beard. "I don't know the spell, I was never taught it." Everyone in the room seemed to visibly get let down, as if their one hope was crushed by his words. "But I'm sure my father or grandfather knows it," Scorpius supplied, looking hopefully to his Headmistress, praying she would pull another favor for him that night.

"Oh, you cause much more trouble than you're worth," the older woman mumbled as she got up from her chair, stretching her old bones as she made her way across the spacious office. "I will call for both of the Mister Malfoys, but that is your limit for tonight. Do you understand," Minerva said, though she would gladly call the entirety of England to her office if that meant Rose Weasley would be found.

Four minutes later, a shockingly well dressed and neat looking Draco Malfoy stepped through the fireplace, looking as if he was coming from a gala event. And ten long minutes after that, a matching impeccably well put together Lucius Malfoy arrived, looking highly irked to be woken in the middle of the night. Both the father and son put Ron and Harry to shame with their ability to dress well under pressure. "What is the meaning of this nonsense," Lucius asked after greeting everyone, well most everyone, in the room politely with a small nod. Draco, who the tall aristocrat man had looked to for his answer, shook his head, as he didn't know anything either.

"I think I've come up with a way to find Rose," Scorpius spoke, standing to face his family. And as the three other attendances of the room looked on, they could see the three stages of life that the almost identical men were in, as if looking forward in time twenty five years. "I need to know the locating spell used for the engagement bracelet. Rose is wearing it, I'm sure, and if this works we'll be able to finally track down where she has been taken."

Draco's grey eyes were skeptical but filled with hope for the idea of finding his son's girlfriend, and he looked to his father. "I'm sorry, Scorpius, but I'm afraid I don't know it," the wizard said, and everyone's eyes simultaneously turned to Lucius, holding their breaths to see if their dreams would grow or be crushed.

The wizard straightened himself out, sighing as he leaned some of his weight on the cane he always had by his side. "I was taught the spell years ago by my father when I was a boy, though I personally never once used it whilst my wife wore it, so I am not sure if it works. Although, I suppose giving it a try would do no harm."

A couple minutes later, Lucius had taught Scorpius the spell, as he had to be the one to cast it because he had been the one to give Rose the bracelet, and the wizard had repeated the gesture and phrase over and over. While he did this, Harry, Ron, and Draco all owled their respective wives, along very few extra family members, telling them of the exciting news. "Okay, let's give it a shot," Scorpius said after his grandfather made him say the incantation for the tenth time.

"Alright," Lucius said, his voice an one of a kind and unforgettable one. "You will put the tip of your wand to a piece of blank parchment after saying the spell, and it will supposedly tell us where Miss Weasley is."

Harry then rushed over to the wizard, parchment in his grasp as he anxiously handed it off to Scorpius. The air in the room was thick with silence as everyone held their breaths and watched the young wizard. Scorpius took a deep breath, closing his eyes and pictured beautiful images of Rose, letting her wondrous spirit fill him for a moment. And when he reopened his eyes, he felt calmer and happier.

"Inveniet Eam," Scorpius repeated the phrase for the twelfth time that night, but this time his wand matched his words, and a thin, glowing strip of black smoke shot out of his wand as he pressed the tip of it to the paper. A glorious sigh of pleasure escaped all but one of the people in the room as they watched the black ink spread across the paper, swirling and looping until it finally settled.

And as he picked up the parchment and read the written words, Scorpius felt that their was a chance to make his heart whole again.