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"Don't you think it's time? Time to start anew, time for changing views, time for making up your mind."

~ Don't You Think It's Time?, Bob Evans.

Ch 4.

Amends

Time passes, even for someone as heartbroken as me.

However, in what seemed like no time at all, I was looking into the bright blue eyes of my 2-month-old baby girl, still almost as tiny as she was the day I had given birth to her. Unrealistic, wasn't it? But I wasn't worried; the midwitch said this might happen.

In those two months, I had been making several arrangements in my life, trying to get myself back on track. And yeah, I was relatively happy, I still had my good friends and family around me every single day.

So these arrangements; I had found an apartment in central London, a two bedroom, cosy little thing, which Mum and Dad had given me a small amount of money to furnish as I pleased, which I was forever grateful for, especially after the incident a couple of months ago. But that had all blown over. And at that moment, we were all focused on getting me settled in so I could start up my new business, but more on that later.

This is how I found myself in my room in The Burrow, on the day that Lyra was exactly 9 weeks old, with Dominique, packing all my possessions, that weren't already there, for my move into my new apartment.

As we looked down at what we had packed, we both frowned.

"Rose," Dominique said, sounding puzzled, "I swear you used to have a lot more than this."

"I know," I said, equally puzzled, "I have no idea where – "

Then it clicked.

"Everything's at the Manor, Dom," I told her, my eyes growing wide.

I wasn't one of those people who stewed on a break up for months and months, not even one of this size. I wasn't the sort of person to randomly break down either. However some things about it were still surprising.

"All my sketches for the shop, all my prototypes, half my clothes and shoes, nearly all my makeup. Ugh, oh god, I'll have to go back."

Maybe it would be a good time for a quick explanation. See, I was making my fashion dream reality. I had bought a shop in Diagon Alley, and there I was going to sell my muggle-style clothing. I had made base prototypes back at the Manor, with my sewing machine, (very muggle, I know) and with my NEWT's in Charms and Transfiguration, I would be able to duplicate them all very quickly, ready to sell. I had, of course, named the brand appropriately, going for, simply, Muggle by Rose Weasley.

More on that later, though.

"Rose, I can go back if you want. I mean, do you really need this stuff?" she asked.

"Yes, Dom, I really do. Nearly my whole collection is in my sewing room at Malfoy Manor," I said quietly.

She laughed, "sewing room, your such a muggle."

I smiled at her, and told her to shush.

"I'm going to have to go," I said, thinking, "today, what day is it?"

"Saturday," Dom replied.

"He wouldn't be working on a Saturday, I should go now, I need to be in the apartment by Monday night."

"Okay, Rose," Dominique said, "are you sure you can handle it though?"

"Yes, yes," I replied, waving a hand airily, "I should go grab my coat."

And before she could protest, I was at the bottom of the stairs.

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With a loud crack, I was at the front gates of Malfoy Manor. Edging forward slowly, I passed through the gates with ease, something that I didn't think would happen.

However, I stayed confident, marching up to the front doors. At least I had thought to change before apparating; I had put on a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. But what I was wearing wasn't important at that moment.

I clenched my fist, fear suddenly bubbling inside me. I shook it off, using my clenched fist to rap sharply on the door.

After around ten seconds, it opened.

And there, close enough to touch, stood a slightly dishevelled, paler-then-usual, Scorpius Malfoy.

His expression turned from surprise, seemingly that someone was calling in the middle of the morning, to stony, as he saw exactly who was calling.

"Scorpius," I said pleasantly, deciding to stay cool, calm, and collected.

But most importantly, to get this over and done with as soon as possible, as the fear was still sitting in my chest, threatening to explode any second.

"What are you doing here?" he spat at me, stony as ever. But I swear there was something in his eyes.

"I've come to collect some of the things I left here when I, er, moved out, sorry I've left it so late," I said coolly.

"Of course," he said, not exactly spitting anymore, but not as calm as I was coming off as either, "come in."

He moved to the side and let me in to the manor, which, to my surprise, didn't look that different. I don't know what I was expecting, however. The only thing that seemed to be different was that some things I had here and there had disappeared. And cleaner, it looked cleaner, almost sterile, really.

"I placed all your things in your room, hoping that you would indeed come and collect them," he said stiffly, leading me through the foyer, and down the hall, stopping at the first big, dark, oak door.

He opened that door and let me inside, where I looked around to see my room exactly as I had left it, except for things he had crammed in here and there.

I stepped inside and looked around, pulling out a tote bag that I had put and Undetectable Extension Charm on.

"Well, er, I'll leave you to gather your things," Scorpius said, closing the door.

I started to take things off shelves, and out of cupboards, gathering every last needle I had. It seemed he had put what was left of my wardrobe in here too, as there was a cupboard full of shoes and clothes which were, too my surprise, placed rather neatly.

After half and hour, I had collected all my plans for the shop, every prototype, last high heel, and picture, until all that was left was the bare minimum furniture which had already been in the room. I was just shrinking my sewing machine to place in my bag when Scorpius knocked and entered.

I continued what I was doing, as this was the last of my possessions that had to go into my bag.

Then Scorpius spoke up.

"I just wanted to see if you had everything you needed?"

I could have just said 'yes', or 'almost', or anything witty. But I said something stupid and I have no idea why.

Focusing my eyes on the slowly shrinking sewing machine, I replied, "you mean, everything besides you?"

I turned around to see him staring at me with a shocked expression.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I'll leave," I said, throwing the sewing machine in my bag, doing up the button, and walking out of the room.

"Wait, Rose," he said, catching my arm, and spinning me around, "there's something I need to ask."

Now he was close enough to smell, to taste, but, of course, I had to resist.

He took my silence as his cue to ask away.

"How's the baby?"

Not my baby, not our baby, not your baby, the baby.

"The baby's fine," I replied, curtly, spinning around and beginning to walk again, right out the door this time.

"Wait! Rose!" he yelled, and I turned again, exasperated.

"If you've got something to say, Malfoy, say it!" I spat at him.

He looked taken aback by the name his father had been called by my parents, but the name he had never been called by me, especially not in that tone.

At that moment though, he had let down his steely façade, and looked like he was going to say something. He seemed to think differently, after my words, though.

"You look well," he said, in a defeated tone.

Nodding at him once, I turned and walked quickly down the drive, tears welling in my eyes.

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