(A/N: Hope you guys are still with me! I'll keep posting as long as people are interested! Here's the first chapter of the second act. Enjoy)

The Sky Is Falling

Chapter 1

Silver Eyes

I've danced between sunlit strands of lover's hair

Helped form the final words before your death

I've pitied you and plied your sails with air

The rest of Christmas holiday went on without much incident. Rose and Al began to talk a little, but it was obvious that the Gryffindor was still not willing to open up completely. Although her cousin seemed fairly annoyed by that, he could hardly blame her: he kept reminding himself that he was just the same not so long before, if not worse.

Platform 9 ¾ seemed a little gray, Rose decided. Even if the sun wasn't covering in a thick sheet of grey clouds - which it was - Rose had always counted on that head of platinum-blonde hair to approach and light up the entire platform.

He could have been standing right behind her at that very moment, waiting for the perfect tom to place both hands over her eyes and whispering "guess who?" He could have been waiting at the door of the train with his arms crossed just itching to say "Hey lady, you miss me?" He could have had some other attempt to surprise her that have been foiled by either Al spilling, or him tripping over his own feet and landing just before Rose.

Out of all those, the latter was most likely to happen. But it didn't.

None of them did.

"Good-bye sweetheart," Rose heard her mother say. She turned around to realize that she was talking to Hugo while embracing him. "Remember to stay focused an keep your eyes open."

"A little redundant, don't you think?" asked Ron with a wink.

Hermione gave her husband a playful punch as he embraced his son, who was on his way to being just as tall as he is - which is partially abnormal for his age.

"Have fun," Ron began to tell his son. "Work hard. And if you get any taller, I'll hex you down to size, understand?"

Hugo gave his father a smirk as they broke their embrace. Rose realized it was now her turn to say good-bye to her parents. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Al hugging both his mother, as Lily was hugging his father. James was waiting with his arms crossed and a humorous look on their face.

She also saw the rest of her family saying their farewells to each other, a seen that has been played out 3 times a year for the past 6 years.

"Bye, Mum," Rose said softly as she embraced her mother.

"Oh, good-bye my dearest," Hermione said as she hugged her daughter back with a grip intense enough to give Grandmum a run for her money. Rose had already surpassed her mother in height, proving that her fathers genes were, in fact, dominant in the young Gryffindor. "Try not to beat up your pretty face on the Quidditch pitch?"

"No promises, as usual," Rose joked as the two broke apart.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart," Hermione said in a more-serious tone. "I promise."

Rose did not give her a verbal reply, she just smile as she slowly walked over to her father, expecting the smile that could slay a thousand werewolves. She was once again disappointed, as he greeted with a genuine, yet small smile. One can go as far to call it a smirk.

"Be good," he said as he wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I love you sweetie."

"I love you too, Daddy," she said as she broke the embrace and began to walk towards the train with her trunk.

Just then, a hand grabbed her arm softly. She turned around to see that it was her father causing her to stop.

"I mean it, Rose," he said with the most serious tone she had ever heard from him. "I love you with every inch of my heart."

Rose felt her eyes began to fill with tears. She did not like it. She did not like the fact that her father was not appearing as the invincible warrior as she always thought of him as. She did not like that her dad was being completely serious. She did not like her father not smiling and cracking some sort of small joke.

However, for some reason, she felt that those words destroyed every dam that separated her from her father. Sure, she always knew that she loved her, but was always very unsure of how he felt about her after she began a relationship with a Malfoy. It never ceased to amaze her - or her father - that the two could practically have a deep conversation with just a few words.

Although she'd rather him tell her that it was all okay, that he does not mind that she is - or perhaps, was - dating a Malfoy, apologize for any misconceptions he made have made, or say that he'd give Scorpius a chance, she knew that this was a first step for him to do all of the previous.

"Thank you," she whispered.

She immediately realized thanking him didn't make much sense as a reply. However, he smiled a nodded, as if he and her were thinking the exact same thing.

Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath

And after all off this I am amazed

That I am cursed far more than I am praised

It took 5 hours of staring to the ceiling of her dormitory before she realized that attempting to sleep was fruitless. The school didn't get fully settled in until just before supper, and Rose continued to make a point not to speak to too many people. She might have said a few words to Al and her brother, but that was about it. She even skipped out on the Quidditch meeting just before lights out: she knew there will be ramifications for.

She sat up in her bed. It was almost four in the morning and she didn't feel that she'd loose consciousness anytime soon.

She wanted to go to the tower. She didn't have any specific reason why; in fact, she was certain that after what happened to Scorpius, it would be very dangerous. Maybe she thought that he will be there waiting for her.

"Sorry, I'm late," he could say to her with that goofy smile. "How can I make it up to you?"

Yeah right, Rose thought to herself. She'd had been fantasizing moments like that all Christmas holiday, as well as the 5 hours she spent awake in her bed. It wasn't long before she simply couldn't take it anymore.

She quietly got out of bed - careful to not wake any of her roommates - and got dressed in her Muggle clothing, which consisted of jeans, a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt, and a white hooded sweater. She grabbed her long brown coat as well; she knew it was a cold night. After slipping on her shoes, she reached in to her Hogwarts robe and pulled out a blank piece of parchment, she was grateful that Al let her have it for now.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

When the map appeared, she checked the route to the secret passage way out of the castle. It seemed clear at the moment, though the footsteps of Argus Filch, the aging caretaker of the castle, were close by.

She didn't care. She kept the map on as she quietly left her dormitory. The Gryffindor common room was empty, which is somewhat surprising. There was almost always someone doing something there, but Rose was grateful that everyone was asleep at this hour.

It didn't take long for her to leave the castle. She dodged the footsteps the map left Argus Filch successfully and exited the castle without incident. She didn't think it would be as cold as it was outside, but it wasn't enough to convince her to turn around. The walk from Hogwarts to Hogsmede was about a 20 minutes, though it would be much shorter on a broom. Rose wished she'd thought of that before she rushed out.

Dawn was maybe a half-hour away once Rose made it to the belltower. Her hands were in her coat pocket, with her right one gripping her wand. Without Al - the dueling expert - she did not feel entirely safe coming back to the tower. However, she just felt a unshakeable need to go to the very top one more time. Besides the fact that she knew that the tower would be Scorpius' first choice to camp it, she just wanted to see it one last time; hoping that it would give her a push to moving on.

Did that even make sense, Rose thought to herself? She didn't know. She didn't care.

She climbed the seemingly endless spiral-staircase. She had never realized how morbid this place really was; she had never been here on her own before. She kept her right hand in her pocket, where her wand rested.

"Expelliarmus could be your best friend"

Although she never did attend a D.A. Club meeting, she could remember what her cousin and boyfriend always tried to explain to her.

"If you learn no other dueling techniques, learn the disarming charm"

They also attempted to teach her one other one: stupefy. She hardly practiced it, but she was fairly confident that she could conjure an Expelliarmus without difficulty.

When she got to the top, she slowly opened the door. Although the room looked the same, it felt much darker. She couldn't escape the thought that blood was spilt in this room, and in all probability, it was the blood of a loved one.

She walked over to the couch near the window. She didn't like the way this place felt anymore. It used to be a place full of pleasant memories. Whether it be with the times she and Scorpius shared together, or those rare times that Al decided to join them. They would talk for hours up here, which usually resulted in sleeping through a class or two. In fact, Rose remembered that it were these times that made her slowly loose intense interest in intense studying. She remained a phenomenal student, but she just didn't care too much about it anymore.

When it came down to it, her friends (inadvertently) made her realize that she didn't make enough time to hang out with them; and that she had to choose what was going to take priority: spending time with them, Quidditch, or studying. The results come out in that specific order.

She heard a creek.

It was the door. It had opened again. She gripped her wand firmly and quickly turned around, stretching her right arm towards the door.

Most people live their entire lives without their fantasies being realized…and Rose had the surprise realization at the tender age of 16.

His platinum-blonde hair was much longer than it used to be; as if he hadn't cut it in months. He was wearing very strange clothes that she had never seen before: all black. He was not wearing a jacket, which was strange due to the weather. He had a puzzled look on his face, almost as if he did not recognize her. He looked scared. He looked exhausted.

"Scorpius…" His name leaked off of her breath involuntary.

He seemed taken aback as he heard her whisper. His face kept that same puzzled look as when she first saw him, as if he had just walked in on a stranger in his own home. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. Where could he possibly begin? Should he tell her everything he had been through this last month? Should he just pretend nothing happened and go back with her to the castle?

He thoughts were taken away by her beauty. She is beautiful, he thought. Every inch of her face. Every curve of her body. Every smooth strand of hair. She just looked so…good.

"Oh my god," she whispered as she quickly approached him.

He guarded himself as if she was going to attack him, even though he was positive she wouldn't. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself on to him. She took noticed that his skin was very cold, but it made sense due to the fact that he was wearing no coat.

He slowly and reluctantly wrapped his arms around her. Just before he got her in a full embraced, she pulled away quickly.

"Where have you been?" she asked with intense worry in her voice. "My God, what happened? Are you okay?"

He didn't know how to respond, but he decided he had to say something.

"I'm…fine," he half-lied.

She's so warm, he thought. He longed to be that warm again, and he knew if he'd let go of her, the warmth will quickly disappear.

She wanted to ask him so many more questions. She wanted to ask him where he's been. She wanted to ask him if he's hurt. She wanted to ask him why he didn't tell anyone that he left. She wanted to ask him why he even left in the first place.

But she didn't. Not quite yet.

"God we've been worried sick!" she said as she embraced him one more time. "I'm so glad you're back."

She pulled away slowly and stared into his silver eyes. She noticed again the frightened look in them. He looked as if he had been through a lot, however, Rose once again decided that words would simply not do at that moment.

Rose slowly pressed her lips against his. She has been longing to do that for so long she almost didn't even notice that lips were just as cold as his skin, if not colder. But she didn't care. She was so overwhelmed with happiness of his return, that she continued to kiss him as if she only had a limited amount of time.

Scorpius was very reluctant to kiss her back, but even he couldn't help but get lost in the moment. It wasn't long before the two deepened the kiss, something they have done all too often in the highest room of the bell tower.

They slowly broke the kiss and Rose buried her head in her long lost lover's motionless - though she did not realize - chest as he softly placed his chin on top of her head. He shivered a bit.; he had never realized how wonderful she smelled. He couldn't help but press his nose to her head and breathe in that heavenly scent.

Scorpius suddenly had an urge to kiss just below her neck - but it wasn't just because he knew it was her favorite place to be touched. She felt her shiver at his touch as he noticed that heavenly smell was even more potent on her neck. It wasn't her shampoo or perfume. It wasn't some artificial smell that most girls tend to smother themselves in. It was beauty. It was pure. It was perfect.

It was appetizing.

He pulled away from her quickly and suddenly with his silver eyes wide.

"Scor?" she asked somewhat startled.

He took a few more steps away from her until his back was planted against the wall. He looked as if he had just witnessed a murder, and that look frightened Rose.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she felt her body fill up with fright.

He began to shake his head as if he were telling her "no". He closed his eyes tightly as if he was in pain as Rose took a few steps closer to him.

"Scor, are you hurt?" she asked as she placed her hand on his cold face. "Scorpius?"

"I can't," he said suddenly as he pulled away from her once again.

He was utterly conflicted. He did not want to spend that whole month alone. He wanted to find Al and Rose - especially Rose - much sooner than he did. But he knew that he couldn't. He had to keep this demon inside of him under control first. He thought he had, until that moment.

"You can't, what?" Rose asked as she tried to approach him once more.

He only created more distance between the two.

"I thought I could, but I can't," he whispered to himself, yet it was loud enough for Rose to hear.

"Scorpius," she said again with urgency in her voice. "What is wrong?"

He didn't answer right away; he just looked at her. After a month, he had gotten used to his heightened sense, but he still could help but tremble at the sound of Rose's heartbeat. However, what made him tremble more was the fact there was some inkling inside of him that made him want to rip it out and feast on it.

"I didn't want to…" he spoke, yet trailed off. "I didn't want to worry you. Or Al. Or anyone. I just didn't…" he trailed off once more. "I thought I could do it. I thought I had it under control."

Rose suddenly became terrified.

"I thought if I spent a little time to myself," he began once more. "I could suppress it. I'm doing everything I can to keep it tamed, but it just…you just…smell…so good…"

He stopped speaking and Rose began to tremble. None of what he said made sense to her, but that didn't stop it from scaring the life out of her.

"What happened to you?" she asked in a soft and scared voice.

He wanted to tell her, but he simply couldn't. How could he? What could he say? That he's undead? That he's a vampire? That he has an appetite for blood? The he's -quite literally - a God-damned demon?

But he wasn't, was he? He had a soul. He wasn't a demon. He wasn't a human. He was nothing.

"I have to go," he said suddenly.

Rose felt like she swallowed her heart upon hearing those words.

He quickly made his way to the door, but it wasn't long before Rose rushed to stop him.

"No!" she shouted as she grabbed his hand just before he grabbed the doorknob. "Don't do this," she said to him with her damp blue eyes piercing into his. "Not again. Don't leave again."

He hesitated. The last thing that he wanted to do was to make her cry. For all he knew, she probably cried a river of tears in his absence. But he didn't have a choice. He wasn't ready. His hunger was still too great. Although he knew that he will sooner starve to death before biting into her, the mere thought of biting her perfect, smooth neck was a thought that he simply couldn't bare.

Besides, he was running out of time.

"I'm sorry," he said as he opened the door.

He wanted to tell her that they'd meet again, but he simply did not know for sure.

"No!" she shouted as she slammed the door, barring him from leaving the room. "You're not doing this to us again!" She was almost screaming. "I'm not sure what's wrong, but we can help you! Just give us a chance!"

"I can't take chances," he said to her as he struggled to open the door. "Not right now. The sun will be up any minute."

He bit his tongue.

"The sun…?" she asked puzzled.

She was so distracted by his odd comment that she lowered her defenses. He slipped through the crack of the door a shut it quickly, causing her to take a few steps back in surprise. She opened the door and advanced through to chase him, but was shocked to see that he was nowhere in sight.

She quickly rushed to the guard rail and looked down the long spiral staircase. He was still no where to be found.

He had disappeared again.

(A/N: Please Review! Thank You!)