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Chapter 5 – The Unknown

Scorpius' POV:

I had one of those moments when you're standing there and time seems to slow down as we stood by Weasly in the Hospital Wing.

The one's here – was too many but we all resisted leaving – were me, Al, Jemima, Freya, Lily, James, Louis, Fred, Hugo, Roxanne, Lucy, Molly and Mark. That's right all thirteen of us were standing around concerned. Soon after they arrived Molly, Lucy, Roxanne and Mark – all hesitantly – had to leave because they had other things to do.

The rest of us were talking about what had caused this situation.

"Why was she running away? I have never seen Rosie so panicked before even with her work increasing," Lily said confused.

Freya and Jemima exchanged dark looks. This is not going to be good, I thought gravely.

"Well she told us she was with Greg…" before Freya could finish, James and Al had already started cursing and threatening…and haven't even planned anything yet; let alone how that guy survives the attack.

I was not at all sympathetic, in fact for some reason I felt the very strong hatred for that guy. What did he do to make Weasly run away? Why am I even concerned? I asked myself running my fingers through my hair, because without her and our little fights…it would be boring. I realized just what I was thinking and stopped very confused by this truth.

"There's something else," Jemima said her voice dead serious. This shocked everyone. Freya and Lily nodded in agreement. The three of them knew something that we didn't.

"Well I heard a concerning rumour today," she paused trying to find the words to express it, "Apparently Greg has two other secret girlfriends and he…um…took their flowers." She stopped horrified and disgusted of even speaking about it.

"Wait so he was like double cheating on Rosie, have I got that right?" Hugo asked disgusted.

Freya nodded and said, "We were going to tell her but we didn't get to see her before she went happily to see Greg."

James looked just about ready to kill the guy, I would he gladly let him too, but we need to be smart about the way we handled this situation.

"Ok, Hugo, Al, Fred, Louis and me will find Mark and do some damage while Fie, Mya and Scorpius will stay here with Rose, sound good?" James plotted with a wicked look in his eyes.

I then asked, "Why am I the only one staying here?"

"Because I trust you enough to hex that guy into oblivion if he even enters this room," James answered still mostly occupied with what they were about to do. I nodded excepting my assigned mission.

Then James and the rest left, leaving me sort of awkwardly standing near Weasly with Freya sitting next to her and Jemima slightly pacing at Weasly's other side.

Madam Abbott – Professor Longbottom's wife – walked over.

"Hello Mya, Fie, Scorpius," she started, "Rose's head luckily didn't suffer very much damage, just a scrape from wear she took the hit…her ankle was somehow dislocated and shouldn't walk heavily on it for the day tomorrow after which she should be fine, other than that she should be physically fine, as far as her physiological state, well the reason she hasn't woken up yet is mainly because, simply put, her body won't allow her to wake up until she feels safe or at least feels like she has calmed down. She could wake up any time between now and tomorrow morning," she finished and we tried to take all of the information.

"So she'll be ok right?" Jemima asked almost desperately.

"Yes, although she may be a bit shaken when she wakes up, so I would not advise asking what happened straight after she wakes up," Madam Abbott replied.

There was this sort of growing silence before I said, "Thank you," with a small nod.

"Happy to help," she said before leaving the three of us alone yet again.

Jemima's expression turned dead serious and said, "If he ever crosses my path whatever the Weasly-Potter clan have done will seem like a sweet pleasant dream compared."

"Mya! Please don't, I don't want you to be dragged to Azkaban for the crime," Freya pleaded with a shaky voice and on the brink of sobbing, "Even though he would deserve every bit of it, we have to have self-control at a time like this."

Jemima softened looking at an almost sobbing Freya – all while I am just standing here witnessing all of this and wondering how to deal with the situation as like Freya said.

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A few hours had gone by now and it was almost dinner time. The three of us had decided to go have dinner and that it would probably be best to wait until morning to see Weasly again. I was still trying to sort out how I felt about all of it but mainly how I felt toward Weasly. After all, it's not like I'm her friend or family member: so do I have a right to be around her while she's like this? Am I really just a classmate/rival that purposefully fights with her? I thought but decided to leave it for now considering it would require quite a bit of mentally stamina to decipher it. I sighed and was determined to only think about dinner at present.

The usual buzz of the Great Hall filled the atmosphere as James, Al and the rest returned with triumphant looks on their faces. Al sat down beside me and immediately started eating.

"So, you look like you enjoyed yourself, what went down?" I asked while eating even though I was barely interested in the food.

Al gave an amused smirk and replied, "You're just jealous you didn't get to punish that guy."

I tried to give off an air of disinterest but failed considering Al always saw through it. We have been friends since 1st year after all.

Al looked up as his attention was pulled towards the entrance. His expression instantly changed to his failing effort of repressing his hysterical laughter.

"Why don't you look for yourself," he chuckled gesturing with a nod to the entrance.

I looked and saw the nasty work of the Potter-Weasly boys as that guy entered with a green ting to his skin and red pimples all over with the addition of huge rabbit-like front teeth. He looked like an undiscovered ugly magical creature. I had to stop myself from bursting out in hysterics as well. The once rowdy hall had been stunned into silence. After a moment people started to whisper and stare as he went to sit alone at the end of the Hufflepuff table. The hall started to regain the usual 'hussel-and-bussel' of people chatting and eating.

- After dinner -

I decided to have an early night and be ready for classes tomorrow. However, I was lying in the dark surrounded by a loud silence that lead my thoughts run in confusing patterns that I couldn't comprehend. No matter what I did I couldn't stop the worry I had for her. My mind would ask a billon questions about what she did or if she was ok or how she saw our relationship. I had to do something before it drove me insane. I had the crazy urge that I needed to see for myself if she was alright. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the Hospital Wing.

The Hospital Wing was dissertated besides Madam Abbott and Weasly. I quietly snuck passed Madam Abbott and approached Weasly's bed. The curtains were mostly drawn but there was a small gap that I could just see her through. I looked and froze. Weasly was awake and had her arm covering her eyes and her breaths were shallow and uneven. I looked closer and saw the tears that were streaming down her rosy cheeks. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach clenched. I hated to see the strong confident Rose Weasly be brought to tears by some guy. In that moment I had felt pure hatred for that guy, hatred that I didn't know I could feel towards another human. I griped the confidence I had and entered the area behind the curtain. I sneak or try to hide my foot steps as I walked to the left side of her. She had stilled at the sound of my footsteps. She slowly peeked out from behind her arm and let her arm drop back down beside her.