A/N: Just to let you know, this is going to be another depressing chapter. Please enjoy it all the same. I'll start you off with a somewhat happy beginning.
Chapter 8:
Trick or Treat
Slytherin Common Room
Rose was curled up on a couch near the fire reading Heir Apparent by Vivian Vande Velde. She was trying to get her mind off her aunt and Draco.
It was working, so far. She was lost in the world of Heir Apparent and didn't notice Amelia come in.
"What are you doing, dear sister?" Amelia tore Heir Apparent from Rose's hands and read out loud, " 'I can smell the ghosts you brought with you." Uldemar said. "I can use my scrying glass to find people or other living creatures. I can transform my shape, and I can reanimate the dead."
'"Reanimate the dead?" Finally this was sounding like good news. "You mean you can bring back our men that were killed during attack?"
'Uldemar was nodding, but Orielle said— '" Amelia stopped reading. She scrunched up her nose. "You read this? What reading level is this? Never mind. Don't bother answering." She threw the book into the fireplace.
Rose's eyes prickled with tears. "What did you just do?" I had a feeling if Vivian Vande Velde was here, she would burst into tears too.
"I was simply doing you a favor. You need to pay more attention to your surroundings than in books. Just thought I should warn you."
"I don't need your warnings."
"Oh yes you do. B.T.W.—"
"'B.T.W.'? What is that crap?" It was Rose's turn to wrinkle up her nose.
"It's some new lingo I heard some Muggles using. I thought it sounded — cute — so I used it. It means 'by the way'."
"How lame."
"Speaking of lame. Are you going to the Dance?"
"One: what does that have to do with lame? And two: why should I tell you?"
"One: cause I said so. And two: because I'm your sister. Aren't sisters supposed to share their secrets and other things with each other?"
"One: you're not my sister. You were a spell gone wrong. You are also a psychotic bitch. And two: there is no two."
"Silly goose." She rumpled Rose's hair with her hand. "I would like to stay and chat more with you but I have — planning to take care of." Amelia laughed as she left.
Rose stared at her book burning in the fire and wiped away the tear that was sliding slowly down her cheek. She shook her head sadly and whispered softly, "Why does she have to make my life a living nightmare?"
Somewhere she thought she heard a voice say, "You think you're in a nightmare now? Just wait. You'll have your nightmare soon enough."
Rose shook her head again and continued to stare into the fire.
Gryffindor Common Room
Hermione kept checking the clock on the mantle. 7:56.
She still had an hour and four minutes before she could say she was tired and avoid suspicion.
She picked absentmindedly at the thread of the red velvet couch she was sitting on. Christina was babbling about how great Harry is and how lucky she was to be his best friend. Useless babbling that didn't get Hermione's mind off Draco.
"Oh, Hermione, I wish I was you. You've known and been friends with Harry forever. You're so lucky!" Christina gushed on and on about Harry. It was quite sickening really.
Hermione looked about to see if anyone else in the Common Room would come and save her from Christina's infinite blather. Finally she snapped. "Christina, I appreciate you trying to get my mind off Draco, but it isn't working. I think I'll do a few adjustments on my costume tomorrow then go to bed."
"You're actually going? Harry thought you wouldn't. Ooo, what are you going to wear? I'm wearing a fawn colored dress with rosebuds embroidered into it. I am going to be a forest maiden. My hair…"
Hermione grunted and walked up the stairs to the Girl's dorms with Christina following in endless jabber.
Hermione opened her trunk and picked out her costume. It was a dark blue, almost black, gown with tiny crystal-like gems sewn into it to make it look like the night sky. It had a modest neckline. It was sleeveless but she would wear matching dark blue gloves. The skirt was slightly puffy with a thin layer of see-through blue silky material over the main skirt.
It was a perfect dress for the perfect night. She was going to forget about Draco and have fun.
I hope... Is it just me or did the room just become quiet? Hermione thought to herself. Hermione felt the fabric of her dress once more before putting it away. She turned to find Christina gone.
No wonder it was silent.
Hermione smiled sadly and got ready for bed. She didn't care what time it was. She was damn tired, frustrated, confused, miserable, troubled…
Slytherin Common Room
Rose was still sitting, staring at the fire, at 10:03. Everybody else was either asleep or snogging each other's brains out. But Rose sat and stared all alone.
Rose was supposed to be happy. She was asked to the Costume Dance with a guy she fancied, she had a beautiful gown, Amelia hadn't bugged her in hours and she had a new book, The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke. She was happy right? Yeah right.
"I miss you Auntie Galinda. Why did you have to leave me? You were the only one who actually loved me. Why did you have to go?" she was no one. But she waited for an answer all the same.
Nothing.
Rose sighed and decided to turn in for the night. She wasn't tired but who couldn't use a little beauty sleep?
She made her way to the Girl's dorms and got ready for bed. She went straight into a dreamless slumber.
Somewhere Over Yonder in Hogwarts
Amelia paced the empty room. It was dark and dirty. The room was filled with spiders and cobwebs and dust. The furniture consisted of a broken table and a moth-eaten rug. There was also a glass vase of some sorts in a corner. It was a dump.
Amelia sighed with impatient fear. She didn't want to upset Him. She had done everything He has asked of her. She had attacked and most likely killed Draco. She helped kill Rose's aunt. What more did He want from her?
Suddenly He came out of nowhere.
"My dear Amelia. Are you ready for your Mark?" His sinister voice echoed in the room. His scarlet eyes glowed in the darkness.
Amelia took a deep breath before answering. "Yes My Lord. I am ready to receive the Dark Mark."
"You know I don't just let anybody become a Death Eater. I have to trust them. Can I trust you?"
"You can trust me My Lord." But can I trust you?
"Good. Now let us begin."
Amelia braced herself for the oncoming pain. When it came it was worse than she had anticipated. It was hot, cold, soft, hard, peaceful, and chaotic and everything all at once.
Amelia screamed. It was so loud and piercing, that is shattered the glass vase.
Her Lord laughed at her pain. "Now if you are quite done, I have another assignment for you. Well, for all my Death Eaters."
"What is it?" Amelia winced. The pain in her arm was great.
"I want you to attack."
Amelia smirked. "Anyone in particular?"
"As many families with Mudbloods in them as you like."
Amelia smirked again. "Done."
Slytherin Girl's Dormitories
Rose woke up refreshed and ready to conquer the world, or just breakfast. She sighed happily as she got out of bed and gathered her shower things. She headed merrily to the bathroom singing "Barbie Girl" from some random band named Aqua.
She turned on the shower and let the cold water stream onto her body. Slowly the water became warm. Rose changed her song to "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" as she was loofaing her body.
When Rose finished, she did a quick Drying spell and got changed into a tight dark red top that showed her belly and had a low enough neckline so the very top of her breasts peaked at the top. She also changed into a black skirt that came just below her knees.
She quickly put her hair in two plaits and did her make-up.
She looked good and had a good attitude. She felt like she could kiss the next person she passed.
At least that was how she felt be fore she saw the mirror.
It was all steamy from her shower and had a message written on it.
Sadness lurks in a moment of cheer. Expect some unexpected visitors tonight.
Rose couldn't even begin to guess what it meant. What kind of visitors? Was that a good or a bad thing?
Rose thought about the message as she went down to breakfast.
When she got to the Great Hall she noticed that everybody was carefree and hyper.
Oh yeah! No classes! Duh! It's Halloween. Wow, I'm smart. Rose shook her head as she made her way to Slytherin Table.
She got a few evil stares and a few "House Traitor, but other than that, everyone was nice to her. Amelia wasn't even there. It was a nice meal.
Over at the Gryffindor Table, things were very cheerful and perky.
Hermione was surprising everyone by being an energetic, talkative, well, "normal" girl. Complete with all the, "And, like, he was, like, oh my gosh!" and "Did you see what she was wearing? I can't believe it. Poor Abbie. She must be so poor she has to find clothes out of a dumpster." Hermione was scaring people, especially Ron and Harry.
"What is she doing?" Ron whispered to Harry in between bites of eggs. "It's like she's being a normal stuck up snob."
"I know. I think she's trying to get her mind off Draco or she's PMSing. What's your guess?" Harry whispered back.
Ron shrugged. "You're the woman expert."
"Yeah, but you're they woman."
"Hey!" Ron slapped Harry's arm.
Harry rolled his eyes. "So like a woman." Then he got up. "Hey Ron, I'm going to go talk to Christina right now. I forgot to ask her to the Dance tonight. See you."
"Fwee oot." Ron said during a mouthful of eggs. He swallowed and turned to Hermione. "So Hermione, what's up?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Hermione batted her eyes.
"That's just it. You're acting different."
"Are you sure you're not the one acting different? Anyways, what's wrong with acting different?" Hermione was getting angry now.
"Er, nothing. I'm just concerned about you."
"Well, you can keep your concerns to yourself Mr. I'm-so-sympathetic-but-I-really-am-just-pathetic." Hermione got up and stormed out the Hall.
"Er, never mind." Yep, defiantly PMS.
Slytherin Girl's Dorms
After a morning of happiness, Rose flopped down on her bed and pulled out her book, The Thief Lord, and flipped to the page where she stopped. She lost herself in the fantasy world. She didn't even see Blaise come upstairs until she pulled the book out of Rose's hands.
"Hey! What was that for?" Rose grabbed back her book and sat up on her bed.
"Aren't you late for decorating? It's 2:34. You should've been at the Great Hall a half-hour ago. Hurry! They're looking for you. They sent me to come up and look for you and now that I'm here I am to drag you down." True to her word, Blaise grabbed Rose's arm and yanked her out of bed.
Rose let out a shriek as she was dragged down stairs, door, and corridors until they reached the Great Hall.
Blaise helped Rose stand up. The Hall was already beautiful. The teachers had cast a charm to make the ceiling look like the night sky, complete with an ashen moon and stars.
The walls needed some help though. They were covered with fake cobwebs and fake spiders.
Rose sighed and took out her wand. She added broken windows and scratch marks (that could be repaired of course) to make it look a bit like a hunted house.
Soon she was ordered to do the lighting. Rose smiled. Charms was not her strongest subject but she was determined to try anyway.
After a few failed attempts and a small fire, Rose managed to put soon light in the Hall with jack-o-lanterns that were in each corner. She also survived making the moon and stars a bit brighter so most of the light came from them.
When the students were all done decorating, it was 3:58. They all let out shouts of joy and raced back to their Houses to get ready.
Rose was one of the first to arrive back in the Girl's Dorms and quickly got out her costume.
For the dance, Rose was going to be Scarlett O'Hara from Gone with the Wind. She had an emerald silk dress that had a semi-low neckline and a wide, pooffy skirt. She had a bonnet with an emerald green ribbon on it. She was going to wear her hair in tight ringlets. And, of course, she was going to wear a corset.
Rose took her time getting ready. When she was done it was 5:23. The Dance started at 5:30. She had time to check herself in the mirror and do late minute fixes on her dress.
Rose smiled at her reflection and turned to find Blaise, dressed up like an Indian, staring at her in awe.
"Rose, you look like the person of the cover of that huge book you read. What's her name?"
"Scarlett O'Hara."
"Well, Miss Scarlett O'Hara, want to walk down together?"
"Sorry, I can't. I'm meeting Ron." Rose gave her a sorry smile.
"You mean the Muggle lover?" Blaise turned her nose up in disgust. "Why are you hanging out with those Muggle loving prats anyway?"
"Because we stopped being friends ever since my dear sister came."
"Oh, yeah." Blaise hung her head sadly.
"Speaking of the bitch, where is she anyway?"
"I don't know. She said she had some 'business' to attend to."
"Oh, well, I'll be seeing you."
Rose gave a short wave to her sad ex-friend and walked to the outside of Gryffindor Tower.
She found the Fat Lady arguing with a Fourth Year on his way out.
"You should be careful! I don't want anymore — hold on a minute dear — password?"
"I'm waiting for someone." Rose replied. She looked at the Fourth Year and saw he was slowly inching away from the Fat Lady. "He should be out any minute. So what is new with you?" Rose smiled as she watched the boy speed away.
"Well, I—."
Rose never got to hear what was new with the Fat Lady. Ron stepped out just in time to save her from the Fat Lady's babbling.
He grinned broadly when he saw Rose. He was astounded by her beauty. She looked as if she had just walked out of the 1800s. Usually she wore a lot of make-up that made her look sexy. Without make-up, she was beautiful.
"Ro…Rose… You look beautiful!" Ron stammered. He offered his arm to Rose, who took it smiling.
Rose eyed Ron's costume. Wow, he made one sexy cow boy. His red hair was covered by a brown hat made of leather; he wore a leather vest and had leather chaps.
"Aren't saving any cows are we?" Rose giggled.
Ron blushed. "It was the only one I could afford."
"Wanna wait for Hermione? I know she doesn't have a date."
"Sure."
They waited for Hermione to come out. When she did come, she looked like a night goddess.
"Ask her to be your other date." Rose whispered into Ron's ear.
He nodded and looked at Hermione. "Er, Hermione?"
Hermione smiled when she saw Ron and Rose together. "Yeah Ron?"
"I was wonder if you would like to be my other date. Would ya?"
Hermione broke into a silly grin. "Sure Ron. Alright with you Rose?"
"Perfect."
Ron offered his other arm to Hermione and together, all three of them made their way to the Great Hall
The Great Hall
"Oh, Merlin! The Hall looks fantastic!" Hermione sighed.
"Wow, whoever decorated did a really great job." Ron said.
"Thank you, thank you." Rose did a small bow.
The Hall was semi-dark, which made all the decorations look scarier than when they put them up. The moon cast a radiant glow upon the floor, which had been cleared of tables for dancing.
The music was a mix of all different sorts of music. The dance floor was crowed with students in different costumes and all different colors.
"Come on, let's dance." Someone grabbed Hermione's arm and yanked her away. She left Ron and Rose to themselves.
"Wanna dance?" Rose finally asked Ron.
"Sure." Together they made their way to the dance floor.
Rose draped her arms around Ron's shoulders and swayed her hips in the movement of the song, which was slow.
After a few slow songs, the beat livened up a bit.
Rose decided to take a break and grabbed Ron's hand.
"Where're we going?" He asked grinning. He obviously had something very different on his mind.
To his disappointment, Rose answered, "Snackage."
She pulled him over to the refreshment table where a variety of sweets had been laid out.
Professor McGonagall was handing out cups of pumpkin juice. She gave a cup to Rose and then another one to Ron. "What do you say kids?"
"Er, thank you?" said Ron, confused.
"No, on Halloween."
"I know that one!" Rose beamed at her professor. "Trick or treat."
McGonagall laughed. "Good job. Happy Halloween."
Ron steered Rose away from the table into a darkened corner.
Rose cocked an eyebrow but sat down at the chair he motioned to.
"Having fun?" he asked.
"Great time. You?"
"Same. So, what do you think of Hermione's strange behavior?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's all happy on minute, then the next she's all daggers."
"She's missing Draco. It's completely understandable."
"It's more confusing than anythi— Hey Harry!"
Harry, dressed like Peter Pan, walked arm in arm with his date, Chelsea who was dressed up like Maid Marian, walked up to the talking couple.
"How's it going guys?" Chelsea asked through a dazzling smile.
"Fine. You?" Rose replied.
"Fine, fine. Ooo, Harry! This is my favorite song. Let's dance." Chelsea pulled Harry away before he could saw another word to his friend.
Hermione came up to them, about ten minute after Harry and Chelsea left, all flushed from dancing. "This is the best night ever! I never want it to end."
"Me either." Rose gave an award winning smile to Ron, than another to Hermione.
All the students (except First-Third Years who couldn't go) were having a blast. This was the best Hogwarts party ever.
At least, it was.
Suddenly, every light went out. The moon and stars went blank. The music and students grew quiet.
Outside the castle, a storm seemed to spring up from nowhere. Lightening crackled and thunder roared.
The students thought this was a practical joke and some laughed weakly.
But it was no joke.
Soon the lights flickered back on and the storm passed. The students became abuzz.
Professor Dumbledore appeared a stage and quieted down the uneasy crowd.
"Silence please. It seems we have encountered some—technical—difficulties. Now it is fixed so please enjoy the rest of the dance. By the way, it is now 10:24. The dance is over at 12:00. Enjoy the rest of the night.
The music resumed playing and the students resumed dancing.
Rose, who had been squeezing the life out of Ron's hand, let go and shouted just loud enough so he could hear her. "What just happened?"
"I don't know."
"I have a really bad feeling about this."
Ron shrugged and pulled Rose closer to him. He kissed her cheek softly.
Rose smiled faintly and replied, "That made it somewhat better, but I still have a bad feeling about what happened."
"Oy, you two lovebirds! Let's keep the rating to at least G. Thank you." Hermione laughed as Ron kissed Rose on the lips.
Twenty minutes later an owl swooped down, carrying a letter and gave it to the owner. About fifty more owls followed after the first.
"What's happening?" Hermione asked.
Rose replied, "I have no clue."
Ron shrugged.
Abruptly, an owl flew down and landed on Hermione's arm. It had a letter in its beak.
"Well, grab it an open it." Rose encouraged.
Hermione nodded and took the letter. The owl flew away as she tore it open. She began to read.
'Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
I am sorry to inform you that both of your parents, Henry and Diana Granger, have both died in an attack we believe He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named planned. Many people, Muggles and magic folk alike, have died.
I am sorry for you loss—
Hermione stopped reading. "Dead!" She burst into tears.
She wasn't the only one crying. About fifty other students were crying too.
Rose looked at Ron. "It seems He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is at it again."
Ron nodded. "Let's get out of here."
Rose agreed and helped Hermione get out of the Hall.
Slytherin Common Room
Rose had fallen asleep on the couch. When she woke, it was dark and everything had an eerie shadow to it.
The green carpet looked like a sea of black. The couches looked like monsters crouching, waiting to kill the next person who passed.
Rose shivered. It's just my imagination. It's just my imagination. It's just my imagination... She repeated over and over to herself. She found a blanket and wrapped herself up in it.
A floorboard creaked. Rose gave a little jump. She tried to breathe but no breathe came to her. Her hands flew to her stomach. She remembered she hadn't taken off her costume, save for her bonnet which was lying uselessly on the floor like a pile of rags, and she was still wearing her corset. "I can't breathe." She gasped out. Her vision became a little fuzzy.
A lone figure walked into the room silently. It slumped down against a wall and whispered to itself.
"Shit! What the bloody hell have I done? I can't do this anymore. I don't give a damn shit! I quit!" The voice was familiar to Rose; so familiar it was like hearing her own.
Rose tried to look at the figure, but her vision was too blurry. So, she listened.
"Why me? It's not my fault I'm here. I hate this! I wish I was never alive! I hate this! It's painful! I want to stop. I quit! I BLOODY DAMN QUIT!" The person picked up something heavy and threw it. It landed with a loud thump the shattered.
The person started crying. It was a woman, for sure. She was all fuzzy in Rose's eyes, but her voice was just weak.
Rose moved slightly on the couch. She was fading into unconsciousness.
"Wh…wh...who's t...there?" the startled woman began to move.
"Amelia?" Rose whispered.
"Rose?" Amelia crept over to Rose. "It is you. Oh, Rose! I'm so sorry. I didn't want too. I was forced to… Rose… Rose? Rose!"
Rose had slipped off the couch and was now lying on the floor unconscious.
Hospital Wing
The next morning Rose awoke in a whitish room. She was lying in a somewhat uncomfortable cot with starched white sheets. The seen was all too familiar.
"Damn," she whispered to herself. She sat up and leaned slightly back, putting some of her weight on her arms.
Madam Poppy Pomfrey walked by her bed then turned back to Rose's bed. A smile broke on her face. "Oh, good! You're awake. I was worried."
"How did I get here?" Rose asked, still slightly drowsy.
"Some Fourth Year brought you here. He said he couldn't sleep and he came down to the common room to do some homework. Then he saw you lying on the floor and lifted you up and brought you here."
"Did he use a spell or actually lifted me?"
"I don't know. Ask him yourself." She moved aside to show a short, blonde haired boy with aqua eyes.
"Umm, hi?" Rose said to him uncertainly.
"Er, hi." he answered quietly. "I, er, came to see how you were. You were kind of not breathing when I saw you last."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks about that."
"Welcome."
Madam Pomfrey smiled. "I leave you two alone." Then she walked away.
"So…" Rose said in an attempt to make conversation.
"So…" the boy echoed.
"So, er, what's your name?"
"Cody O'Keefe." Cody replied shortly.
"Well, thanks again."
"No problem."
"When you found me, was there anyone else in the room?"
Cody looked down at his shoes. "Don't laugh at me, but I think I heard something."
"What kind of something?"
"I think it was a cry of pain."
"Pain?"
"It might've been you."
"Doubt it."
"Oh, well." He looked down at his watch. "I have to go. Classes are going to start soon and I missed breakfast. See you."
"Yeah, bye. And thanks again."
Cody waved over his shoulder as he walked away.
Madam Pomfrey came back to Rose's cot with a bottle of a bright purple liquid.
Rose turned up her nose is disgust. "What's that?"
Madam Pomfrey handed her a teaspoon of the fluid, which Rose gulped down quickly.
"What's this?" Rose repeated. Madam Pomfrey handed her another teaspoon.
"It's an antidepressant potion."
"Why—?" Rose started to say but was cut off.
"Trust me, you will need it."
"Whatever you say. Can I go now?"
"Yes, just take it easy."
"Yessss! I mean, are you sure?" Rose lowered her head in embarrassment.
Madam Pomfrey pretended to not have noticed Rose's overenthusiastic remark. No child wanted to stay in the Hospital Wing, ever. Was it herself personally? Or was it just the thought of being in an infirmary that scared them?
She looked directly into Rose's venomously green eyes. "You may go."
Rose nodded and quickly left, fearing the reason why she had been given a potion.
Great Hall
As Rose walked into the Great Hall for lunch, the potion kicked in.
Everywhere Rose looked students looked like the living dead. They were either crying loudly, wandering about the Hall like a zombie or staring into space.
The only ones who weren't affected by the deaths of loved ones last night were Slytherins.
Obviously.
Rose slide carefully into the bench at the Slytherin Table. The Slytherins were laughing and talking like nothing had happened.
The disgusting little brats, Rose thought to herself. They think they are all special because Lord Mean-And-Evil favors their parents. It's disgusting!
Rose pushed her food around her plate and occasionally took a bite.
Suddenly, she dropped fork into her plate and pushed it away. She grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet from a Seventh Year sitting next to her.
"Hey…" the Seventh Year started.
"Shut-up you damn fool." Rose spat at the student. She looked at the front cover and saw in bold letters:
Murders At Midnight
Over seventy five wizards and Muggles with magic children, have been killed
This attack was believed to have been done By He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and His pack of Death Eaters.
Rose stopped reading and skimmed down to the list which had the names of the dead.
She stopped when she recognized two names she knew or at least she was familiar with.
Greta Granger and Gregory Granger.
How could it be true?
Poor Hermione!
Rose felt tears swell in her eyes. She fought to keep them down as she stood up. She flung the paper back at the Seventh Year and walked towards the Gryffindor Table.
Hermione, Ron and Harry sat silently at the table.
Rose cam up from behind them and gave Hermione a huge bear hug.
"Voor wat was dat?" Hermione asked.
"Huh?" Rose looked at Harry than to Ron. Ron was holding a book and was quickly flipping through it.
"She said 'What was that for?'" Ron said.
"How do you know?" Rose cocked an eyebrow at the redhead.
"This book." He held up the book Dutch for Dummies.
"Hermione knows Dutch. She's too depressed and sad to talk English. It's a way for her to lament. I think he mother was Dutch." Harry put in.
"Sure." Rose turned to Hermione. "Want me to do anything?"
"Verlaat mij alleen u kleine hoer!" Hermione screamed at the black haired witch. Then she burst into tears.
Rose turned back to Ron. "Translation please."
"'Leave me alone you little bitch.'" He bit his lip as Rose scowled at him. "She said it, not me."
Rose sighed. She turned back to Hermione. "Come on; let's skip classes for the rest of the day. Let's have a girl's day."
"De dag van een meisje? Bent u gek? Stierven mijn moeder en vader slechts en kunnen u allen aan is haar en spijkers denken? Inclusief ga u vervloeken!" Hermione shouted at her.
"Ron?"
"She said, 'A girl's day? Are you crazy? My mother and father just died and all you can think about is hair and nails? Damn you!'" Rose bit her lip.
"Ron, are you sure you don't know Dutch? You seem to know this language pretty well."
"Well, Hermione's tutored me in a lot of subjects. They don't always have to be school related, do they?"
Rose smiled at him.
Hermione stopped crying for a minute and pointed to the sky. "De blik! Er is een uil!"
Rose didn't need a translation for that because she saw an owl flying overhead with a letter.
The owl landed in front of Hermione and dropped its burden. Then it flew off.
"Open it." Harry urged Hermione.
"Ik wil in een minuut dat u bastaard ergerend."
"Oy, mate! You just got dissed!" Ron laughed at his friend.
"What did she say?" Rose asked.
"I will in a minute you annoying bastard." Ron laughed again and watched Hermione pick up the letter.
"I don't see why that is so funny. Hermione's practically flooded in her own tears, along with half the student body. How can you just sit there?"
Ron's face turned red.
Rose rolled her eyes and looked at her friend.
Hermione was… smiling? Why?
"What's up Mione?" Harry asked.
"Het goed nieuws! Van Draco de naar Hogwarts terugkomend!" Hermione hugged the setter to her breast.
"Draco's coming home. Whoopee" Ron did a pitiful cheer with his hand.
"She needed that lifting of spirits. Don't be such a prat."
A bell rang sounding the end of lunch.
Wouldn't You Like to Know
"You have disappointed me, Amelia." He said, his scarlet eyes cold.
She swept into a deep bow. "I am sorry. I did what you asked."
"Are you regretting the Mark?"
Amelia didn't answer.
"Answer me!" He barked. He drew out his wand and shouted a curse.
A red light struck her middle.
Amelia gasped in pain as she crumpled to the ground. She clutched her abdomen and cried out.
"Scream all you want, no one can hear you." He laughed hellishly.
Amelia tried to sit up, but fell back down. "Y… y...you…"
"Me what?" Amelia glared at him. "I should kill you now, but I'm afraid I might need you later."
"Monster!" Amelia managed to crack, despite the searing pain in her middle.
"Some would call me that." He laughed again and shouted another curse in her direction.
Amelia lay helpless on the stone floor, unmoving.
He laughed once more and left Amelia alone.
A/N: Like it? I didn't. It's depressing. I feel sort of bad for Amelia, do you? Please review. Criticism is always welcome. Just don't be too harsh…
I felt like putting in some Dutch. No, I am not Dutch, nor do I speak it. I just felt like putting in a different language in this chapter. So now I would like to dedicate this chapter to I made a new fanfic. It's called Who am I? Check it out please. For now I bid you Tot ziens. (Goodbye!)