Disclaimer I only own the stuff you don't recognize and the plot.

A/N sorry about the wait but I'm really busy so I can only update weekly.

Chapter six.

The sun seeped through the curtains as rose's eyes fluttered open. A smile played on her lips but remembering where she was it faltered. She had dreamt she was getting married and she hadn't told her cousins until the actual day. The had gone off their faces at her husband – to – be and even her father was traumatized but now she thought about it she couldn't see what was so funny…

Rolling onto her side she faced the shape bed that Albus usually occupied. She shook her hair and clambered out of bed as quickly and quietly as to not disturb ruby that slept in James' bed. After she relieved herself, washed her face and brushed her flowing hair, she retreated to the living room where she plonked herself on the couch she had occupied not even twelve hours earlier. The grandfather clock charmed seven while Rose sat their in a quiet bliss; her dreamed replayed in her head like an old-fashioned slide show where a candle was held behind the slide and it illuminated the image on a wall. Her expression changed for every different moment she recalled.

Mary walked into the room, her hair in her usual morning curlers. She had walked past where Rose sat and continued through to the patio where her cup of tea sat steaming. Mr. Granger was sitting next to it reading a muggle newspaper.

"Morning love, I made you a cuppa, thought you could use one after the late night last night," winking he pulled her onto his lap and held her there as if they were twenty again.

"I can't help but worry. She's been through so much... all three of them. My worst though imaginable is to loose any of them, Harry and Ron are like my kids as well, along with Ginny and Luna. And if one of my grandchildren…." She didn't continue her sentence; the thought to horrible to discuss.

Rose evacuated the couch and followed her grandmothers but didn't make it all the way...

"Ouch!"

Rose was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the door to where the couple sat. Her legs where out straight and her hands clutched her head. The couple turned and eyed her, beginning to giggle; this had brought back memories of Hermione as a small child sitting the exact same way.

"Don't laugh! That hurt, has it always been there?" she asked when she got to her feet, dusting off her bottom and laughing along with them.

Stepping around the door she walked past them and over to the oak tree and perched on the tire swing that she had fallen off of when she was little.

"Would you like some breakfast? I can make you some pop tarts if you'd like," Mr. Granger offered, who now held his wife's hand as she moved to the seat beside him.

"Oh yes please!" Ruby injected, opening the sliding door and rubbing her eyes; she still wore her bowers and singlet with bunny slippers to match.

Pop.

"Argh! Merlin!" cried Rose, the sudden appearance of her head mistress had caused her to jump and hit her head on the top of the truck wheel.

"Oh stop the theatrics Miss Weasley. Hello everyone. I'm sorry to intrude at such an early hour but the girls need to return to school but accompanying me by side-along apparition as soon as possible," while saying this, the elderly witch fashioned a chair out of mid air and turned to the muggles. "Sorry for this. Can you spot a cup of tea? I'm parched.

"I-Yes of course. Girls you had better change and gather your things," she said, a little shocked at the need to rush but otherwise a little thankful that they can get back to school. "Now how do you take your tea?"

"Black, four sugars thanks Mary," replied McGonagall as she removed her pointed hat and placed in on the table.

"Yes Mrs.-?"

"McGonagall, but I'm not married."

After the teas were drunk, the girls dressed and the goodbyes were exchanged both girls took each one of Minerva's bony wrists and she turned on the spot.

When Rose opened her blue eyes and took in a deep breath she silently gagged. They were standing in a shabby old bar with a pot belly fire in the corner. Although it was day the bar was dark and the windows were lined with dark, heavy drapes. Behind the bar was a man with piercing blue eyes; he was cleaning a dirty glass and grunted at the appearance of them.

"Good morning Aberforth. How are you?" inquired the head.

"Same as always. What gets you up so early?" he asked, his eyes dancing between the three.

"We got stuck on an excursion because mum and dad got called into work. I know who you are: You're Aberforth Dumbledore. My cousin is named after your brother," Rose beamed thinking the man would take her praise of Albus as a compliment.

Aberforth only grunted and walked to the storeroom.

"Let's go girls. If we hurry we can make it for lunch."

They exited the bar and entered the sunny street of Hogsmede. The walked hurriedly to the school and in a matter of ten minutes they had joined the other students of Hogwarts at the four tables in the great hall.

"Thank Merlin you're here! I was getting worried!" James yelled at the two females.

Scorpius' eyes barley left his porridge as James yelled this. He couldn't help but think of the withered body of Eleanor Malfoy lying in the bed of St. Mungos, unmoving.

"Um Rose I need to tell you something about Scorpius. Stop for a sec' while I tell you okay?" Ruby said slowly trying to emphasize the importance of what she was about to say. "Last night I got an owl from Luna Thomas and she told me some bad news. Eleanor Malfoy was tortured at Diagon Alley during the outbreak. Draco – I mean Mr. Malfoy – wanted you to know so you could c-comfort Scorpius."

Ruby said this all very fast and it took a minute for Rose to comprehend all of it.

"…"

"He doesn't know that we know. So don't say anything," Ruby said, breaking the silence and leading Rose back over to their eagerly awaiting friends.

Albus got up from his seat with Alice; they quickly hugged the two, murmured something about Prefect duties and left the hall. Because they had left Scorpius' seat to his right was vacant and Rose decided to occupy it, spooning herself some yogurt and peaches into the bowl, she was sad about the news she just heard but forced a smile onto her freckled face.

"So how is everyone?" Rose asked, and then added a mouthful of food into her mouth.

"Are my mum and dad okay? And everyone else?" James asked ignoring her question, clearly they were not okay.

"I don't know-" she glanced at Scorpius and then back to James "- we left as soon as your dad sent the patronus telling mum to go to Mungos and Dad to Diagon Alley. Then McGonagall got us this morning. That's it, but apparently no one died, just badly injured."

To this sentence Scorpius looked up and stared at Rose, acknowledging her presence for the first time. His eyes traced her face; From her red hair that was styled in a French braid down the back of her head, to her rosy cheeks, to her soft pink lips, to her freckled nose and then they lay on her brown eyes. He didn't stop looking in them until she looked down, a blush threatening to emerge on the face. He snapped out of his daze and pushed away from the table and stalked out. His friends all sat their confused and worried as they watched his back until it was lost in the sea of students leaving and entering the Hall.

The bodies seemed to fall one by one around her paralyzed figure, like dominos, as the dark crept ever so slowly towards her as she made no attempt to fight for her life. The twenty black-cloaked figures surrounded her kicking the bodies of her loved ones aside; one of the bodies was kicked so it lay face up and Her own face stared back up at her, all life sucked out of it, it was white like marble and her eyes didn't move in their sockets. Turning she noticed all the other bodies; Scorpius, James, Albus, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Dominique, Freddie, Ruby… her loved ones.

There was a high-pitched cackle-

Rose Weasley lay twisted in her blankets; her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to regain sanity.

She turned so her legs hung of the side of the bed and she got up slowly, flashes of hers and her loved ones faces crossed her mind as she left her dormitory and descended the stairs.

Scorpius Malfoy ran through the corridors alone, trying to shake the images of Rose's limp body lying on the bed next to Eleanor's in the dark and damp rows of beds, drips attached to their arms, a murky green liquid slowly entering their veins. His bare feet made slapping noises on the ground and he ran to an empty classroom, softly shut the door and pressed his back against the wooden panels; trying to bar out the images. He shivered when he realized he was only wearing his cotton boxer shorts in the stone castle, in the night of mid autumn.

Rose quietly left the common room after descending the stairs, and quietly stepped over the threshold of the portrait door, and sleepily walked down the moving staircase into a corridor. All she wore was her simple black silk nightie and a head band. Unaware of the pain she felt she thought of Eleanor and what this must be doing to their family. Shudders rippled through her body and more tears replaced the ones that had just dried on her cheeks. They left trails on her cheeks that appeared silver in the moonlight.

She sunk to her knees as she wept, in the middle of the hallway. On either side of her were doors leading to empty classrooms.

Scorpius stood in the dark doorway of the classroom and watched Rose Weasley cry on the stone floor. He hated seeing her in so much pain and it brought back memories of that horrible dream. She showed what he felt, crying so hard her body shuddered. A single tear slipped down his cheek and he drew in a deep breath.

"Rose…" he whispered, he felt her pain. She was his pain.

Rose looked up, thinking she imagined the painful whisper of her name. She turned searching for the source, sure she would find nothing. But no, standing in the shadowed doorway was a blond haired boy who stood tall and slender staring at her. A single tear fell down his face.

Able to read her, in seconds Scorpius was on his knees facing her, he had his arms around her stomach and she slowly put her arms around his muscular neck; she cried so much and so hard soon she had fallen asleep into his chest where she fitted perfectly like a lock and key.

Scorpius easily picked her up and found the corridor that hung the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Across from it was a blank wall and he walked past it three times thinking hard:

'We need a place to sleep with privacy.'

On the third turn he faced the wall and a pair of white French doors morphed in front of him. Not hesitating he carried her into the room. Ahead of the door was a huge white bed that had ten pillows piled onto it and a white-knit quilt on top. He placed her on the bed and surveyed the room.

It was if he had stepped into a room in France. Every object was a warm white and the walls had a pink tint to it. There was a white door that leads to what surely must be the door for the bathroom. All the furniture was an off-white and there was one wall of the room that had wall paper on it. It was of countryside and a balcony not unlike the balcony he had heard of from a muggle story: Peter Pan.

He returned to the bed and scooped up the sleeping Gryffindor Princess and held her to his chest. Their pulses beat together in similar rhythms and soon he felt sleep creep closer.

Rose's eyes fluttered open and she stared into the silver pools of emotion once again. She smirked and placed her palm against his cheek; Scorpius leaned forward and Rose closed the gap. Their lips tied and freely moved along each others. It was so peaceful that they should have been under stars or in the rain.

Breaking apart but not removing their hands from each others faces they smiled in what felt like days and Rose slowly eased herself off the bed and looked for the bathroom. She located in and walked over, turning back to wink at him she walked through the door to prepare for her first class.

A/N I have enough time to write another chapter… I'm home sick so I think I shall.