When I went back to Ravenclaw tower after abandoning Malfoy in the Room of Requirement I couldn't find Abby and Jane anywhere. I back tracked out of the common room down the stairs and into the corridor. I decided to search for them in the Library but they weren't there either, I spotted another sensible person in the Library, my cousin Molly Weasley II. I wasn't particularly fond of her nor was anyone else in the family but she was sensible, fair and followed the rules so maybe I could get an unbiased answer from her. I quickly pulled Molly away from some rowdy first years she was lecturing. At any other time I wouldn't have acted like rude person, interrupting lectures, but desperate Malfoy filled problems cause for desperate measures.

Molly looked at exactly like her father. All except her eyes, she had her mother's nit-picking eyes, grey like metal and tiny. She peered down at me from behind her pink horn rimmed glasses as I recited to her what Malfoy had told me and asked me to do.

After the story there was a moment of silence and then sarcastic laugh.

"This is serious!" I cut through her laughter. "What should I do?"
She cooled down her laughter and cocked her head at me, questioning if this was serious or not.

"You can't do anything, Rose." Molly said. "And you shouldn't do. The Ministry's justice needs to punish death eaters like the Malfoys. They shouldn't be allowed to get away with such vial terror!"

I nodded thinking it was an explanation that made sense, but the inner workings of my mind couldn't help but try to prove it wrong.

"But…" I slowly tried to think but nothing came into my head that could help Malfoy's case.

"It's not your problem, Rose." Molly said firmly. "Do not stand in the way of imprisonment of dangers to the wizarding society like the Malfoys. They've have broken the law and must pay for it."

"But…" I tried again but I was cut off by Molly.

"Remember what part the Malfoy's play in the stories we were told about the Second Wizarding War. Draco Malfoy was villain and an obstacle for the Golden Trio. He almost killed Albus Dumbledore for Voldemort. He stood by Voldemort side in the Battle of Hogwarts and tried to sabotage Uncle Harry, your mommy and your daddy. What would've happened if any of his plans were successful?"

I frowned. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come to Molly for advice. She always talks to me like a baby. I pretended she wasn't talking to like I couldn't count and answered.

"Well we don't know, Molly, because it never happened."

Molly blinked and said slowly. "Voldemort would be ruling the world now and you wouldn't exist."

She put her hand on shoulder trying to pat me on the back and told me.

"Stay away from Scorpius Malfoy, Rose. He's a very bad boy."

'A very bad boy' at that giggles started to rise up my throat and fill my mouth until I had to let them out.

Molly shook her head at me in disapproval as my laughter filled the quiet Library. My loud laughter resulted in us getting kicked out the Library.

Molly refused to look at me, her rule breaking cousin who laughed in the Library. She gave me a lecture on inappropriate snorting in The Library (for the record it was giggling not snorting! Rose Weasley does not snort!).

I left her two minutes into the lecture. I interrupted her with a goodbye and I then started running down the corridor back to Ravenclaw tower.

On my run back to Ravenclaw tower I thought of everything Molly had said to me. It sounded right and followed everything my family had thought me. If I had asked mom and dad's opinion on the matter I probably would've got the same answer and some Malfoy shaming stories to back it up from dad.

But there was still a voice in my head protesting the matter. Which was weirding me out!

By the time I went into the Ravenclaw common room Abby and Jane had showed up. As soon as I approached them they launch into a story about how they had managed sneak into a after try-outs party in a big secret broom closet/the ultimate Ravenclaw party den and got kicked out in the first five minutes for being in Abby's words 'too much for Ravenclaw to handle.' But of course that's a story for another time.

I tried to tell them about Malfoy but they wouldn't stop talking and complaining about the party even trying to think up a plan to get back in there. I eventually gave up. I grabbed my book from my dorm and settled into one of the common room chairs by the fire.

I tried to read but I did was lose my place and not take in anything at all from the book, all I could think of was the Malfoy problem. It kept buzzing around in my head like an annoying fly. I was shocked at myself for actually caring about it. I felt sorry for Malfoy. I had to do something, this unexpected guilt was driving me insane and worst of all I had no clue where it had came from.

I huffed out a sign loudly but no one heard over the noise in the common room. I picked up my book and climbed the steps to my dorm. No one was in there. I jumped on my bed and sat down. I grabbed a quill, some ink and piece of parchment from my drawn in my bed side table.

Dear

I wrote, pausing to think of an unbiased, nice, won't tell everyone person who I could write to about this strange new 'caring about the Malfoy family' emotion.

I then started to make a list of possible candidates which quickly turned out to be waste of time.

Grandad Arthur- no, he hates Malfoy's guts

Aunt Ginny- no, she hates Malfoy too.

Uncle Harry- Maybe, but he'll tell dad

Aunt Fleur- How did she end up on this list?

And I stopped after that. Let's just face no one is on the same page as me. I drew my knees to my chest and thought.

Who? Who? WHO?! I racked my brain.

Dumbledore!

Yay! But, no, his portrait in the Headmaster's office.

Snape!

Where did that suggestion come from? But it was perfect. Snape's portrait wasn't in the head masters office it was in the dungeons. It was moved from the Headmaster's office when all the portraits (except Phineas Nigellus Black and Dumbledore) turned against him.

Snape was smart guy maybe his ex-death eater, liking the Malfoy family and Slytherin experience would hold the answer.

I jumped off my bed and headed down to the dungeons. I knew where his portrait was I had pasted it once when Abby, Jane and I got lost looking for potions. He watched us silently as we walked staring down at us from his portrait (which wasn't at all creepy).

As I approached the portrait I was starting to think this wasn't such a good idea. From what I had heard from dad he was mean and unfair. But it was too late I standing directly in front of his portrait staring at him. He was a scary looking man.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, girl?" Snape snapped.

I folded my arms and stood up straight and thought, 'Well someone's grouchy'.

"Professor, sir I came here to ask you-"

"Weasley isn't?"

"Yes."

"Who are you the unfortunate offspring of?"

"Ron and Hermione Weasley."
Snape crinkled his nose in disgust.

What a prick I thought and turned to move away, obviously this was a waste of my time.

"What is it Weasley you wish to see me about?"

I turned slowly. What did I have to lose? I told him everything.

When I finished he said nothing he just nodded.

"I don't know what I should do." I tried to poke an answer out him.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled the tiniest bit up, and then a second later it was gone. If I had blinked I would've missed it.

"Miss Weasley, people can change and grow past the shell of what they once were. Believe me. They just need a chance."

"But everyone says once you're a death eater you're always still a death eater inside." I wondered aloud. "Everyone says that death eaters don't change that they're still… but you…"

"Yes, I did change."

"So… you saying I should help Malfoy?"

"If you feel he deserves the help. If the Malfoys are not 'death eaters'."

I thought hard. "How am I suppose-"

I was interrupted by the sound of the clatter footsteps coming toward us. The corridor was dark. I couldn't see anyone coming towards us yet. I turned back to Snape's portrait to see an empty frame.