Chapter Two
Disclaimer I only own the characters and places and plot. J. wrote Harry potter. ©2009 this story
A/N Vorle Mortle is how I chose to spell the words Barty Crouch junior cried in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire because I couldn't find any other ways to say what the curse is.
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Third Person POV
Petrified with fear, Rose Weasley's face drained of all color. Albus kept tugging on her hand so they could run away from the huge great doors to the north east courtyard, while some brave students peaked around the corner of the great hall's doors to see what the banging was.
"Vorle Mortle!" they heard a voice cry, and a screech from the skies that no one knew was the noise for something that meant death twenty-four years previously.
The huge oak doors banged again and flashes of light were seen from under the door. "Someone's trying to get in," Albus whispered. "Run Rosie!"
Coming back to her senses instead of running, Rose pulled her 11 and a ¼ inch wand from inside her robes. Albus mirroring her action; they held hangs and turned to face the doors. Another frightful band and the doors creaked slowly as the hinges snapped one by one, the doors falling directly in front of the cousins' feet, a look of fury upon Professor McGonagall's face.
From their Peripheral vision they saw students, teachers and ghosts run to the Great hall's doors; every student drawing their wands; all houses united as one.
The hall was silent as everyone faced the masked man who was the cause of the disruption- a skull whose serpent tongue slithered out its mouth, hung in the sky above him. "I'm back…"
Shock filled Scorpius Malfoy's face as he remembered the sound of his long dead grandfather's voice… How?
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Scorpius' POV
"Scorpius, Scorpius!" Rose Weasley's voice proclaimed over the hustle and bustle of people that crowded around my limp body. Stirring, my eyes fluttered opened for a second, glimpsing the deep brown of her eyes that were nearly the same color as the freckles that were on the tip of her nose. Closing my eyes again I sighed and reached up to feel the lump forming on my cranium.
"Rose? What happened? I remember seeing you run out of the hall, Albus following you and then there was a huge band and that's all I remember," while mumbling, my head rolled to the left.
Rose examined my face that was screwed up in pain. Sorrow clouded her face; this was all my fault, she shouldn't be sad. She reached up and slowly traced my face from forehead to chin with the tips of her left hand. I shivered as she whispered to me. "Some idiot tried breaking into the castle. You fainted. They caught him. They're saying it was an ex-death eater. When you fainted you hit your head fairly hard."
I tried to sit up but a firm hand pushed me back down. Opening my eyes again I realized it wasn't just rose consoling me; James, Albus, Alice, Ruby, Tim, Emma, Lily, Hugo, Hamish, Professor Tooble, McGonagall and Longbottom were there as well as some faces I remembered but hadn't had the opportunity to speak to before. The hand belonged to both Albus and Hamish, my best friends.
"Yeah, sounds like me… faint at the source of the problem." I said after a pause. This couldn't be any more embarrassing. I could have sworn that voice belonged to Grandfather Lucius. But I had already fainted by then, was I dreaming?
"Actually, you didn't faint at your own accord; you see, Emma confounded you as you stood up to run after Albus and Rose," Hamish Finnegan, who shared a dorm in Gryffindor's tower with Albus, Timothy Thomas and myself for the past five years, supplied.
"Shut-up Hamish, for crying out loud!" Emma hissed, before dinner we had gotten into an argument about our trustfulness within our friendship. "Scorp, it was an accident; well no that's a lie, I was just worked up about our argument earlier."
Rolling onto my stomach and climbing onto my knees, then to my feet I stumbled and Rose caught me, her chaser skills stepping in. Leaning on her for support Professor McGonagall told everyone to return to their seats and for Rose to help me back to Gryffindor common room.
Being a very obedient and intelligent prefect, Rose had used one of her own spells to help me glide instead of walk. "This makes it easier."
"Rose, I want to thank yo-"
"There's no need," she interrupted after she had laid me on the red floral sofa before the fire, after telling the Fat lady 'spagerroti ghoul'. "Are you warm enough? Do you want a blanket? Maybe something to drink?"
"I'm fine… bloody git Emma is though," I huffed then added: "You don't have to stay by me Weasley," I stated coldly. Rose flinched at the coldness I showed her. Dammit. "Sorry…"
"No its fine," she replied shakily, getting to her feet. "I'm tired anyway. See-you."
She turned to leave the common room and took the stair case to her dormitory. Not even I was thick enough to miss the glisten in her eyes.
"Ros-" too late, I stopped mid word. What the hell is wrong with me?
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Third Person POV
There was a silent tap on the door as Rose Weasley lay in her four-poster, staring at the canopy above her.
"Rosie? Are you awake?" a feminine voice gently hushed into the darkness.
Typical of Alice, Rose's best friend, to come check on her, also being able to read Rose openly like Albus came in handy. Alice's white-blonde hair looked simply radiant in the darkness of the room.
"Scorpius told me what he said. He's really remorseful. Just hear me out, okay?" she tried again.
Rose Weasley sniffed in the darkness. "Why should I? Malfoy is like a banshee in Antarctica, not something I wish to stumble upon, let alone talk about."
Feeling the mattress sink to her left, Rose rolled onto her left side, giving Alice her back. Alice lay on her bed next to her as whispered into her ear: "if he was such a git, why did he get up to follow you before the bang? Like it or not Malfoy cares about you, exactly the way you care for him."
"I know, and that's what scares me. I'm fifteen years old, Alice, and the only person my entire life that I have felt the way I do right now, just hurt my feelings deeply." Rose rolled to face her best friend and looked deep into her deep brown eyes.
Mumbling like this for the rest of the evening, even after Ruby and Emma had joined the dorm to rest, the girls fell asleep both dreaming happily. Alice Thomas, Rose Weasley, Ruby Chang and Emma Patil's snores soon filled the circular room.
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A/N good or bad? Btw if you haven't caught on the prologue is set five years before and it is now 24 years after the death of Tom Riddle. So Rose and Albus' fifth year…