Parchment

A/N: Hey again! I'm starting to think that my Author's Notes are getting pretty boring, though I have no idea why. I'm really glad to all of those that have read this story, and especially to those that have reviewed. Even though I didn't reply to your reviews yet, I've read each of them. Okay, on to the story!

Disclaimer: Since this is a Harry Potter FANfiction, it's obvious that I don't own him. JK Rowling does, of course.


CHAPTER 5: Speaking Out Silently

This is lovely, just perfectly lovely. My last year of Hogwarts, and now I'm some spirit-like being, along with my worst enemy. That's my dream come true!

Not. And do insert the sarcasm in those sentences too.

"Well, Weasley. You did forget to mention that we don't even know who made us into this. We don't even know their true faces, for goodness' sakes!" Malfoy rolled his eyes. Did I accidentally voice out my sarcastic rant? Well, whoops. There are worse mistakes than that.

"Wasn't that fact obvious? Their faces are OURS. Which technically means that they are us," I huffed. Unless if they originally had another physical body before…

"Whatever, Weasley," Malfoy snapped back, "We need information, rather than you just ranting on about nothing! I need to get my god damn body back as soon as possible!" Prat. Unfortunately, he's my only way of communication. Sigh, I may as well deal with the situation as best I could.

"And what are you going to do with your body once you've gotten it?" I raised an eyebrow, partly knowing the answer.

"What do you think?" Malfoy waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I barfed inwardly as I pictured a scene of Elise and Malfoy doing-err…never mind. I must purify my brain from these scandalous images! Malfoy went silent for a moment, before speaking slowly.

"Hey! Maybe the Heads' dorms contain some vital information about our situation! One of those impostors could have left out some information about this 'curse'."

I nodded, "Then let's head off."

"Watch out, the clone of me is heading towards the Heads dorms," I quickly dragged Malfoy off to a corner, and peeked at her through one eye. "They can see us, you know!"

"Right," Malfoy snorted, "I really doubt that." I sighed impatiently and turned back to spying. He was such an insufferable git!

The false Rose turned to look around for any passers-by, said the password and entered the dorms. Luckily the password wasn't changed, and the charm was strong enough for the password to stay the same. As the door opened and she walked in, a flash of orange scurried out. Suspiciously, it had orange streaks, fur, and a tail. I realised with a pang that it was Flame.

Flame started darting towards me and ended up attempting to claw at Malfoy's head, but failing because of the charm thing. Guess all that anti-Malfoy training I taught Flame paid off. Malfoy flinched and backed up, cursing with each step.

"Flame! Are you okay? Were you properly fed? Did you get enough water?" I jabbered on. Malfoy glanced astounded, staring back and forth at us. Finished staring, blonde-headed? I'm seriously confirming that he has a mental illness.

"Flame can actually talk to you!" Malfoy gaped, "Thank goodness there are other…creatures that I can talk to other than the Weasley nerd!" I backed away from Flame, shocked as it dawned to me that he could see us.

Instantly, I turned to Malfoy and cried out flabbergasted, "That is a major piece to our puzzle! Maybe we can get animals to help us, or even better, get them to contact Albus or something!" I paced back and forth thinking deeply, proud of my epiphany.

"Yes," Malfoy replied impatiently, "but how?"

I released a loud groan and cursed repeatedly, deaf to the approaching sound of footsteps. It was then Malfoy grabbed my arm and dragged me behind a wall I realised someone must've been nearby. Unfortunately, I had the torture of being sandwiched between him and the wall.

"Get off of me, Malfoy," I hissed.

"Shut the hell up!" Malfoy whispered back, "It's the other me!" He clamped a hand over my mouth; I protested, but the words came out muffled and undecipherable.

That was the moment that I realised that his face was only inches away from mine.

My eyes couldn't help but scan over his facial features, and I realised that they were perfect, not a flaw in sight. Malfoy was…dare I think this? He was exceptionally good-looking, like some Greek god. Wow, now I'm into the wordy descriptive stuff. Okay, relax Rose…Stop, stop thinking about all this! He's my enemy, right?

I could see that he noticed this too, since his eyes did the same, staring at my face. Unconsciously, I started to lean in closer to his face, until-

"What the hell are you doing, Weasley?"

Dazed, I blinked once, twice to recount what I almost did. Face flushing with red, I stepped away from him and out to the hallway so that I could see the Heads' dormitories completely.

It would've been the perfect getaway from Malfoy if it weren't for the fact that our impostors were standing right in front of me.

I couldn't help but gawk at them. They stared back at me; the three of us were speechless, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

"What's going on?" Malfoy stepped out, unfazed by our sudden incident before. Then, he noticed the current situation here. "Damn. You were right, they can see us," he whispered. I ignored his comment.

My eyes met my impostor, who suddenly broke the silence and turned to Malfoy's doppelganger and started talking to him, pretending that we weren't there at all. There were two roads that popped up in my mind: run away, or try and talk to them.

"So, did you think that the Charms work was difficult?" the other Rose asked the fake Malfoy. The other Malfoy jumped with a startle, and he replied with a slightly rushed voice.

"Err...yeah. I barely passed the Protean charm that we were supposed to do," that Malfoy replied. Simultaneously, the real Malfoy standing beside me snorted; he was the best in Charms, much to my chagrin.

Well, there's only one option left. I guess there isn't really any progress to finding out what happened to Malfoy and me if I didn't try confronting those people. It's the best choice, "And the stupidest." I inwardly added. According to me, that is.

"Stop pretending, impostors," I almost shouted, "Who are you, and what are you up to?" I stomped right up to the other me and whispered furiously, "Don't you think that you can just ignore us and leave unharmed. We will have our revenge, you know." Ugh, that was one of the dumbest declarations I've ever said.

Instead, she turned to the fake Malfoy and replied loudly enough for us to hear, "Let's continue our previous conversation somewhere else. There might be some eavesdroppers nearby," she exaggerated the word. Grabbing the other Malfoy's wrist, she strutted off back to the Heads' dorms.

A flash of orange flew by and I saw Flame darting off to another corridor. Where in Merlin's pants is he going? I looked to my left, and saw the real Malfoy sitting dejectedly on the marble floors of Hogwarts.

"How the hell are things going to go back to normal?" he groaned.

I wonder too, Malfoy. I wonder.


Lily's POV

"Honestly Albus, do you actually have anything inside this head of yours? Something is strange in Rose, that's obvious!" I pressed on, "Hugo, can't you see it too?"

Hugo looked at the Ravenclaw table, where Rose was chatting with her friends. Even how she talked was different. Rose kept rolling her eyes jokingly, and she looked preppy, for Merlin's sake! Meanwhile, Hugo shrugged uncaringly, and went back to eating.

That was the last straw for me. In anger, I slammed my hands on the table noisily, attracting the surprised looks and annoyed glares of nearby people. Albus and Hugo jumped violently and glowered at me.

"Listening now?" I snapped, "Look, this is something really important. Al, we're talking about your cousin and best friend here. And Hugo, this is as equally important to you too. Rose is your sister! Wouldn't you care that she's changing into someone else, into someone that you may not like?" I looked at Albus and Hugo.

A silence crept over us, and neither of us said anything for a moment. Then, Hugo broke the stillness.

"She's probably acting out or something. I've heard her rant on about how our parents can be so annoying sometimes. Maybe it's just something to get back at them or something," Hugo replied calmly, and continued his meal.

"I agree with Hugo. Maybe Rose just wanted to look prettier or something," Albus commented indifferently. I huffed; both of their answers were complete rubbish and wrong. Rose rants on about her parents only when she can't get a book, or go to the bookshop, etc. And that's rare, since Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione always buy books for Rose willingly. Heck, Aunt Hermione even goes along with Rose to the bookstore!

As for Albus' statement, Rose would've talked to me about getting a makeover. She always talks to me about girl stuff, and even if she didn't, she wouldn't have such a drastic change in a day. I mean, Rose is a bit dim-witted in the makeover world. When Mum attempted to teach her to straighten her hair the Muggle way because the result lasted longer, it led to a frazzled Mum, an exploded hair straightener, and Rose's completely black and burnt hair. But Al's comment could be true. After all, Rose could've used some potion or something.

I knew I had to get to the bottom of this.


A/N: So, how did you think of this chapter? Personally, it's not my favourite, but I don't know about you. J How did you think of the almost kissing scene with Rose and Scorpius? I'm starting to really like an observant Lily. I may put more POVs from her. What do you think of that?

Reviews are appreciated!

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