Chapter 35: The Rose's Secret
A petal passed over her reflection, and Chanse slowly moved her hand closed and closer to the petal, till the tips of her finger, glided across the top of the water, scooping up the glistening silver petal.
She stared at the small petal, as water trickled out of the sides of her hand, back into the fountain. Chanse looked pasted the petal and her hand, and saw, the blurred image of herself.
She tilted her hand, towards the fountain, and watched as the petal rolled off her hand with the water. The petal hit the water, with silence, making Chanse close her eyes, tightly, and sighed.
Her eyes slowly opened and rose onto the piece of parchment flapping in the wind, being held down by the long rose.
She walked over to the piece of parchment, and rose and stood in front of them...staring nervously at them. She slowly moved her trembling hand toward the rose, and slowly wrapped her hands around the stem of the rose.
"Ouch." Chanse gasped, as she dropped the rose, and grabbed her hand.
She pulled her other hand off of her hand and looked at it...there was a long small slit in her palm.
Chanse looked down at the beautiful silver rose, lying on the courtyard ground, with a small amount of blood hanging on a single thorn, at the end of the stem.
She slowly bent down and picked up the long rose, and broke off the end of the stem, leaving a clean stem.
Chanse laid her hand on the edge of the fountain, a foot away from the parchment, and she slid her hand across the edge of the fountain, leaving a small trail of blood, to the parchment.
She grabbed the back of the paper, and flipped it over and read:
Two joined by one love to complete them...
But what happens when one doesn't love the other?
When one can not?
When he can not?
Two people torn apart by an evil.
One consumed in it...
Leaving the other to watch the evil take her love.
For he is no more
He has been consumed...
Chanse looked up at the fountain is horror.
She looked back down at the paper, and saw that a small part of the side was being turned red from her blood. While other parts where becoming see through from her tears that ran down her face onto the paper.
She gripped the rose, tightly in her hands, and let out a gasped of air.
She felt her knees wobble back and forth, but she couldn't let herself fall again. She turned and ran out of the courtyard, up the front stairs, up the rotating stairs, and down the Ravenclaw hallway to the Ravenclaw commons room, "Plutous."
She ran in the Ravenclaw commons room, and no one was in there, she didn't care if there was or wasn't. She continued running through the commons room up to her dorm room, where she threw open the door, and ran up next to her bed where her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her bed.
"Chanse?" Geno whispered in her head.
"Go away." Chanse cried, out loud.
"Chanse are you ok?"
"GO AWAY!" Chanse screamed at the little red owl, slamming the paper and rose down on her bed-side table.
She could hear the End-of-the-Year dance going on many flights below her, but she didn't care. Chanse cried in her pillow, harder then she had ever cried before.
She cried for an hour or so, when she slowly started not being able to cry anymore. And she fell asleep on her bed...softly crying herself to sleep.
When she woke up later that night, she rolled over to her table, and turned her clock around, "one thirty." She whispered.
She turned her head back to the other side, and looked at Cho, who was asleep in her bed, peacefully.
Chanse rolled off the top of her bed, and wrapped her bathrobe around her cold body, and walked out onto her balcony and stared at the pale moon, in the star filled sky, "It's such a beautiful night." She smiled.
She rubbed her hands to make them warmer but her left hand hurt when she did that. She looked down at her hand and saw the long cut down her palm, had dried blood on it...she remember why she had fallen asleep in the first place...she remembered it all.
She stuck her hands in her pocket; to try to hind the memories, but she felt paper in her right pocket and pulled it out...it was the first two letters.
Chanse shoved them back in her pocket, and walked in and grabbed the third letter, and walked back outside.
She pulled out the other two letters, and placed them on top of the third letter. She began to read all the letters together as one letter:
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
Two people's love torn apart
Dying from not having the other.
One loses life every minute of his,
His love for her keeping him going
Now he's gone from her.
Soon to be rejoined in a loving way.
Her love for him scares her ways not known
She searches for him trying to find
Their lost love to live by.
But the one that has torn them apart,
As sworn her to secrecy, to find him by.
She's wept for him so much lately.
The one who has torn them afar from each other
Makes the promise of having bringing them back,
To each other...
To love one another.
Two joined by one love to complete them...
But what happens when one doesn't love the other?
When one can not?
When he can not?
Two people torn apart by an evil.
One consumed in it...
Leaving the other to watch the evil take her love.
For he is no more
He has been consumed.
She laid the three letters down on her legs, and looked up at the moon, trying not to cry. She shoved the letters back in her pocket, and walked back in, when she heard a small screech.
Chanse turned around and saw the same dark brown owl that had brought her the earlier letters. But this time it wasn't baring a letter...but a string, which was beaming in the moonlight, and a small silver rose with red tips, in its beak.
Chanse slowly walked over to the owl, and held her hand out underneath its beak. The owl opened its mouth to yawn, and sent the string and rose tumbling down into Chanse's hand. The cold string and warm rose hit Chanse's cut palm, and when it did, she wrapped her fingers around it.
She looked down at her hand, and slowly started to open it up, but the owl directed her attention to it, when it took flight into the night sky. She watched the bird carefully, as it flew up and down, and then into the night sky, where it disappeared into.
Long after the owl had left, Chanse found herself still staring off into the sky...standing there in her robe, and still holding the string and rose.
She looked down at her hand, and slowly started to open it up...when she heard a noise behind her.
Chanse quickly whipped around and looked into the darkness of her room, "Hello?" she whispered...nothing.
"Cho?" she whispered...nothing.
Chanse turned back around and leaned up against the balcony railing, and looked out into the courtyard, "It's so peaceful..." her voice whispered, as it trailed off. She looked down at her hand, and stared.
"Yes it is." A small voice whispered to her.
Chanse became a little nervous, and she clenched the rose and string tighter, and she turned around to walk back inside.
*BAM*
Chanse ran into someone, and she flung back her hand, sending the string flying through the air, and the rose drifting down to her side, as she tumbled to the balcony floor, "Cho," Chanse whined as she looked up...
She saw a tall dark figure, in all black, with a white mask on. 'A Death Eater.' was the first thought that flew through her mind.
She watched as the figure pushed past her, and ran to the railing of the balcony and reached out, and it grabbed the string but it exposed its arm...
"How did a Gryffindor get into Ravenclaw?" Chanse smirked as she slowly stood up, "Or for that matter the Ravenclaw GIRLS dormitories?" Chanse laughed as she walked over to the figure.
The figure stood straight up, and pulled down its black sleeves, over its red and gold shirt.
Chanse sighed in relief, 'It's not a Death Eater.' Chanse walked over to the figure and stood in its face, "Why are you here Angelina?" Chanse laughed as she whispered to Angelina.
Angelina didn't say a thing...She held her hand out in front of hers and Chanse's faces, and dropped the silver string in between them.
Chanse watched as it twirled around many times, and noticed it wasn't a string...but a necklace. "Yeah...some bird brought that here, to me." Chanse lifted the necklace with her hand, and Angelina let go over it letting the chain dangle over the back of Chanse's hand.
Chanse looked closely at the small necklace and saw a small charm hanging down from the chain, "Angelina do you know who this is from?"
Angelina, again, didn't say anything. She took the necklace out of Chanse's hand, and walked behind her and draped it over Chanse, and clipped the clasp on.
Chanse looked down at the silver necklace a saw that it was a small red rose with silver tips, "Angelina," Chanse turned around to Angelina a looked into the shadow of Angelina's hood, and saw only the white mask, "One. What's with the dark and mysterious 'Death Eater' thing? Two. Do you know who sent this to..."
Angelina slowly slid her hand into her robe and removed her mask, and dropped it onto the balcony floor. "Ok fine Angelina, what's with the whole dark and mysterious thing?" Chanse smirked, as she strained her eyes to look into the hood, but there was only darkness.
"Angelina?" Chanse asked nervously, but before Chanse could say anything else she was cut off when Angelina pulled Chanse's faced into hers and kissed her passionately...
"ANGELINA!" Chanse yelled, as she pushed off Angelina, and walked inside, with Angelina following behind her.
Chanse sat down on her bed, with her head running through all kinds of emotions, and thoughts.
While Chanse was thinking, Angelina bent down to the ground and picked up the rose, and came in her room, and sat down on the bed next to her, "You judged me to quickly...Chanse," Angelina whispered, very lightly, and handed Chanse the small silver red tipped rose.
"You're the one who wanted to go to the ball with me?" Chanse gasped, as she looked up at Angelina in confusion, and watched as Angelina slowly raised her hands, and placed them on the brim of her sleek black hood...
Chanse gasped, as she cupped her hands around her mouth, dropping the rose on to bed, and pushed her body up against her backboard of her bed, "Oliver?" She gasped, as she looked at the smiling face.
"Hi." Oliver whispered.
"But..." Chanse gasped, "Two things...How are you still alive? I mean the last thing to do to revive you was tears, but we couldn't put tears on your heart because your wound was closed up."
Oliver smiled, as he reached inside his jacket and pulled out the shirt he was wearing in the hospital bed, "Feel this." He handed Chanse the shirt.
Chanse slowly moved her hand forward and grasped the cold wet shirt in her hands, "So what?" Chanse said with puzzlement, "It's wet."
"Exactly," Oliver smirked, "Your tears soaked through the shirt and into me..."
"And that's what revived you?" Chanse gasped.
Oliver nodded his head, "Exactly." Oliver whispered, "Your love revived me."
"But what about the letters?" Chanse whispered as she slowly pulled the letters out of her pocket, and held the letters up to Oliver, and he smiled at her, "That was you, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." Oliver smirked.
"But they said you were...dead." Chanse whispered.
"No," Oliver picked up the rose, and handed it back to Chanse, "they said that I had been consumed by a dangerous evil."
"Yeah I thought it was meaning something like Voldemort, coming back for revenge on me and Harry for kicking his ass."
"No," Oliver softly laughed, "If you think about it you'll know what I meant."
"What'd you mean?" Chanse laughed, "I have no clue."
Oliver smiled and leaned into Chanse, and whispered in her ear, "That I've been consumed by love." He pulled away from her and stared at her.
Chanse looked at Oliver, and saw that the moonlight was washing over his face making him appear as an angel, 'An angel sent to me,' Chanse thought, with a smiled, 'to love me...' Chanse said with a smile, and then her face filled with shock.
"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, as he slid his hand up onto Chanse's cheek.
'He loves me' Chanse thought as it sank into her mind.
Chanse softly placed her hand on Oliver's cheek, and looked deep into his dark brown eyes. She leaned into him, and softly pressed her lips on his.
Oliver, at first, was surprised by Chanse, and then he finally relaxed, as returned the kiss, as he took his other, and cupped it around Chanse's other hand, which was holding the rose.
Chanse couldn't help from being overwhelmed by her emotions, which were racing faster then they've ever raced, and slowly a few tiny tears pushed past her shut eyes and rolled down her cheek, and onto the bed.
When she pulled away from him, she looked deep into his eyes with the last few tears running down her face she whispered, "And I love you."
Oliver slid his hand off of Chanse's face and looked deep into Chanse's emerald eyes, "You what?" He gasped.
Chanse let out a small laugh, as she wiped away her tears. "I..." Chanse stuttered, as she placed her shaking hand on Oliver's cheek, "I love you." Chanse gasped.
Oliver closed his eyes, and slid his hand over Chanse's hand, which was on his cheek, and looked in her eyes and could see she wasn't lying, "You do, don't you?" Oliver whispered.
Chanse laughed, "That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Oliver sighed, as he pulled Chanse to him, "It is." He smiled before he kissed her passionately.
~THE END~
A petal passed over her reflection, and Chanse slowly moved her hand closed and closer to the petal, till the tips of her finger, glided across the top of the water, scooping up the glistening silver petal.
She stared at the small petal, as water trickled out of the sides of her hand, back into the fountain. Chanse looked pasted the petal and her hand, and saw, the blurred image of herself.
She tilted her hand, towards the fountain, and watched as the petal rolled off her hand with the water. The petal hit the water, with silence, making Chanse close her eyes, tightly, and sighed.
Her eyes slowly opened and rose onto the piece of parchment flapping in the wind, being held down by the long rose.
She walked over to the piece of parchment, and rose and stood in front of them...staring nervously at them. She slowly moved her trembling hand toward the rose, and slowly wrapped her hands around the stem of the rose.
"Ouch." Chanse gasped, as she dropped the rose, and grabbed her hand.
She pulled her other hand off of her hand and looked at it...there was a long small slit in her palm.
Chanse looked down at the beautiful silver rose, lying on the courtyard ground, with a small amount of blood hanging on a single thorn, at the end of the stem.
She slowly bent down and picked up the long rose, and broke off the end of the stem, leaving a clean stem.
Chanse laid her hand on the edge of the fountain, a foot away from the parchment, and she slid her hand across the edge of the fountain, leaving a small trail of blood, to the parchment.
She grabbed the back of the paper, and flipped it over and read:
Two joined by one love to complete them...
But what happens when one doesn't love the other?
When one can not?
When he can not?
Two people torn apart by an evil.
One consumed in it...
Leaving the other to watch the evil take her love.
For he is no more
He has been consumed...
Chanse looked up at the fountain is horror.
She looked back down at the paper, and saw that a small part of the side was being turned red from her blood. While other parts where becoming see through from her tears that ran down her face onto the paper.
She gripped the rose, tightly in her hands, and let out a gasped of air.
She felt her knees wobble back and forth, but she couldn't let herself fall again. She turned and ran out of the courtyard, up the front stairs, up the rotating stairs, and down the Ravenclaw hallway to the Ravenclaw commons room, "Plutous."
She ran in the Ravenclaw commons room, and no one was in there, she didn't care if there was or wasn't. She continued running through the commons room up to her dorm room, where she threw open the door, and ran up next to her bed where her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her bed.
"Chanse?" Geno whispered in her head.
"Go away." Chanse cried, out loud.
"Chanse are you ok?"
"GO AWAY!" Chanse screamed at the little red owl, slamming the paper and rose down on her bed-side table.
She could hear the End-of-the-Year dance going on many flights below her, but she didn't care. Chanse cried in her pillow, harder then she had ever cried before.
She cried for an hour or so, when she slowly started not being able to cry anymore. And she fell asleep on her bed...softly crying herself to sleep.
When she woke up later that night, she rolled over to her table, and turned her clock around, "one thirty." She whispered.
She turned her head back to the other side, and looked at Cho, who was asleep in her bed, peacefully.
Chanse rolled off the top of her bed, and wrapped her bathrobe around her cold body, and walked out onto her balcony and stared at the pale moon, in the star filled sky, "It's such a beautiful night." She smiled.
She rubbed her hands to make them warmer but her left hand hurt when she did that. She looked down at her hand and saw the long cut down her palm, had dried blood on it...she remember why she had fallen asleep in the first place...she remembered it all.
She stuck her hands in her pocket; to try to hind the memories, but she felt paper in her right pocket and pulled it out...it was the first two letters.
Chanse shoved them back in her pocket, and walked in and grabbed the third letter, and walked back outside.
She pulled out the other two letters, and placed them on top of the third letter. She began to read all the letters together as one letter:
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
Two people's love torn apart
Dying from not having the other.
One loses life every minute of his,
His love for her keeping him going
Now he's gone from her.
Soon to be rejoined in a loving way.
Her love for him scares her ways not known
She searches for him trying to find
Their lost love to live by.
But the one that has torn them apart,
As sworn her to secrecy, to find him by.
She's wept for him so much lately.
The one who has torn them afar from each other
Makes the promise of having bringing them back,
To each other...
To love one another.
Two joined by one love to complete them...
But what happens when one doesn't love the other?
When one can not?
When he can not?
Two people torn apart by an evil.
One consumed in it...
Leaving the other to watch the evil take her love.
For he is no more
He has been consumed.
She laid the three letters down on her legs, and looked up at the moon, trying not to cry. She shoved the letters back in her pocket, and walked back in, when she heard a small screech.
Chanse turned around and saw the same dark brown owl that had brought her the earlier letters. But this time it wasn't baring a letter...but a string, which was beaming in the moonlight, and a small silver rose with red tips, in its beak.
Chanse slowly walked over to the owl, and held her hand out underneath its beak. The owl opened its mouth to yawn, and sent the string and rose tumbling down into Chanse's hand. The cold string and warm rose hit Chanse's cut palm, and when it did, she wrapped her fingers around it.
She looked down at her hand, and slowly started to open it up, but the owl directed her attention to it, when it took flight into the night sky. She watched the bird carefully, as it flew up and down, and then into the night sky, where it disappeared into.
Long after the owl had left, Chanse found herself still staring off into the sky...standing there in her robe, and still holding the string and rose.
She looked down at her hand, and slowly started to open it up...when she heard a noise behind her.
Chanse quickly whipped around and looked into the darkness of her room, "Hello?" she whispered...nothing.
"Cho?" she whispered...nothing.
Chanse turned back around and leaned up against the balcony railing, and looked out into the courtyard, "It's so peaceful..." her voice whispered, as it trailed off. She looked down at her hand, and stared.
"Yes it is." A small voice whispered to her.
Chanse became a little nervous, and she clenched the rose and string tighter, and she turned around to walk back inside.
*BAM*
Chanse ran into someone, and she flung back her hand, sending the string flying through the air, and the rose drifting down to her side, as she tumbled to the balcony floor, "Cho," Chanse whined as she looked up...
She saw a tall dark figure, in all black, with a white mask on. 'A Death Eater.' was the first thought that flew through her mind.
She watched as the figure pushed past her, and ran to the railing of the balcony and reached out, and it grabbed the string but it exposed its arm...
"How did a Gryffindor get into Ravenclaw?" Chanse smirked as she slowly stood up, "Or for that matter the Ravenclaw GIRLS dormitories?" Chanse laughed as she walked over to the figure.
The figure stood straight up, and pulled down its black sleeves, over its red and gold shirt.
Chanse sighed in relief, 'It's not a Death Eater.' Chanse walked over to the figure and stood in its face, "Why are you here Angelina?" Chanse laughed as she whispered to Angelina.
Angelina didn't say a thing...She held her hand out in front of hers and Chanse's faces, and dropped the silver string in between them.
Chanse watched as it twirled around many times, and noticed it wasn't a string...but a necklace. "Yeah...some bird brought that here, to me." Chanse lifted the necklace with her hand, and Angelina let go over it letting the chain dangle over the back of Chanse's hand.
Chanse looked closely at the small necklace and saw a small charm hanging down from the chain, "Angelina do you know who this is from?"
Angelina, again, didn't say anything. She took the necklace out of Chanse's hand, and walked behind her and draped it over Chanse, and clipped the clasp on.
Chanse looked down at the silver necklace a saw that it was a small red rose with silver tips, "Angelina," Chanse turned around to Angelina a looked into the shadow of Angelina's hood, and saw only the white mask, "One. What's with the dark and mysterious 'Death Eater' thing? Two. Do you know who sent this to..."
Angelina slowly slid her hand into her robe and removed her mask, and dropped it onto the balcony floor. "Ok fine Angelina, what's with the whole dark and mysterious thing?" Chanse smirked, as she strained her eyes to look into the hood, but there was only darkness.
"Angelina?" Chanse asked nervously, but before Chanse could say anything else she was cut off when Angelina pulled Chanse's faced into hers and kissed her passionately...
"ANGELINA!" Chanse yelled, as she pushed off Angelina, and walked inside, with Angelina following behind her.
Chanse sat down on her bed, with her head running through all kinds of emotions, and thoughts.
While Chanse was thinking, Angelina bent down to the ground and picked up the rose, and came in her room, and sat down on the bed next to her, "You judged me to quickly...Chanse," Angelina whispered, very lightly, and handed Chanse the small silver red tipped rose.
"You're the one who wanted to go to the ball with me?" Chanse gasped, as she looked up at Angelina in confusion, and watched as Angelina slowly raised her hands, and placed them on the brim of her sleek black hood...
Chanse gasped, as she cupped her hands around her mouth, dropping the rose on to bed, and pushed her body up against her backboard of her bed, "Oliver?" She gasped, as she looked at the smiling face.
"Hi." Oliver whispered.
"But..." Chanse gasped, "Two things...How are you still alive? I mean the last thing to do to revive you was tears, but we couldn't put tears on your heart because your wound was closed up."
Oliver smiled, as he reached inside his jacket and pulled out the shirt he was wearing in the hospital bed, "Feel this." He handed Chanse the shirt.
Chanse slowly moved her hand forward and grasped the cold wet shirt in her hands, "So what?" Chanse said with puzzlement, "It's wet."
"Exactly," Oliver smirked, "Your tears soaked through the shirt and into me..."
"And that's what revived you?" Chanse gasped.
Oliver nodded his head, "Exactly." Oliver whispered, "Your love revived me."
"But what about the letters?" Chanse whispered as she slowly pulled the letters out of her pocket, and held the letters up to Oliver, and he smiled at her, "That was you, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." Oliver smirked.
"But they said you were...dead." Chanse whispered.
"No," Oliver picked up the rose, and handed it back to Chanse, "they said that I had been consumed by a dangerous evil."
"Yeah I thought it was meaning something like Voldemort, coming back for revenge on me and Harry for kicking his ass."
"No," Oliver softly laughed, "If you think about it you'll know what I meant."
"What'd you mean?" Chanse laughed, "I have no clue."
Oliver smiled and leaned into Chanse, and whispered in her ear, "That I've been consumed by love." He pulled away from her and stared at her.
Chanse looked at Oliver, and saw that the moonlight was washing over his face making him appear as an angel, 'An angel sent to me,' Chanse thought, with a smiled, 'to love me...' Chanse said with a smile, and then her face filled with shock.
"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, as he slid his hand up onto Chanse's cheek.
'He loves me' Chanse thought as it sank into her mind.
Chanse softly placed her hand on Oliver's cheek, and looked deep into his dark brown eyes. She leaned into him, and softly pressed her lips on his.
Oliver, at first, was surprised by Chanse, and then he finally relaxed, as returned the kiss, as he took his other, and cupped it around Chanse's other hand, which was holding the rose.
Chanse couldn't help from being overwhelmed by her emotions, which were racing faster then they've ever raced, and slowly a few tiny tears pushed past her shut eyes and rolled down her cheek, and onto the bed.
When she pulled away from him, she looked deep into his eyes with the last few tears running down her face she whispered, "And I love you."
Oliver slid his hand off of Chanse's face and looked deep into Chanse's emerald eyes, "You what?" He gasped.
Chanse let out a small laugh, as she wiped away her tears. "I..." Chanse stuttered, as she placed her shaking hand on Oliver's cheek, "I love you." Chanse gasped.
Oliver closed his eyes, and slid his hand over Chanse's hand, which was on his cheek, and looked in her eyes and could see she wasn't lying, "You do, don't you?" Oliver whispered.
Chanse laughed, "That's what I just said, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Oliver sighed, as he pulled Chanse to him, "It is." He smiled before he kissed her passionately.
~THE END~