Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry for updating this late. I've been really busy and traveling a lot for the last few weeks. But here's the new chapter. Hope you like it. And please don't forget to review.:)
CHAPTER SEVEN
His mind was pushing his body forward and his senses were once again tuned to the fragrance of roses. But this time she didn't have her back turned to him. In fact she was facing him. But he still couldn't see her face. The shadows were setting in from the surroundings and masking it. But her hair's brown was still as luscious as before, alluring him even more.
As he walked towards her, he also noticed that she wasn't moving. And unlike before, he was actually nearing her, curtailing that divisive gap. He expected Professor Trewlaney to barge in any moment and distract him. But she never came and he was getting ever so closer to his coveted prize. One more step and I could see her face.
As soon as those words glistened in his mind, his head exploded. He grabbed his skull in over arching pain and began to swear profusely. He felt warmth on his face, from which he could tell that sunlight was nearby. But just as he was about to open his eyes, the past set of events came rushing to his head.
He had fallen through the veil. He was dead. He was in the after life. According to their beliefs he was either in a place of torture and eternal damnation or where he would abode amongst the most beautiful angels who would provide him with never ending Fire whiskey.
He kept his eyes shut for fear of what was awaiting him and which world he was about to enter. His brain was grazing in full speed with the words heaven or hell flashing in his mind. But slowly and cagily, he opened his eyes.
He saw an empty moor basking under a luminous sunlight. He saw flowers in its glory and birds chirping in delight. He smiled to himself with a breath of relief.
But the happiness didn't last for long. He turned around to relieve the ache in his neck and screamed at the sight on the ground nearby. Rose Weasley was lying unconscious on the ground. He was in Hell.
She was looking at an empty landscape surrounded by a patch of green. There were flowers here and there which explained the wafts she had taken in as she lay unconscious. She wanted to lift her head but it was still hurting rather badly. She lifted her head up with one giant jerk, despite the over whelming pain progressing through her nerves. Once up, she looked around to get a clearer picture of her surroundings. She saw that the time turners were lying on the ground nearby. She sauntered over to where they lay.
Just as she was about to touch them, her eyes fell upon a pair of shoes standing a foot away from them. She slowly lifted her head up and saw a scared looking Malfoy ogling at her with his giant blue eyes.
Despite being jaded and harboring an exacerbated amount of anger inside her, she managed to speak cordially.
"You okay?" she asked him, while rubbing the back of her head.
"Okay? Okay? I'm…I'm dead!" he started yelling.
Rose crawled backwards, being taken aback by his sudden outburst. It was only when Malfoy mentioned it, she wondered about where they had landed. She touched herself and breathed with relief, since she felt very much alive.
"And worse..I'm in Hell!" he screamed and started pacing back and forth, cringing his hands in his hair and looking slightly deranged.
"And how did you manage to figure that out?" asked Rose annoyed at his lack of boldness.
"Well…You're here aren't you? That's evidence enough. I'm damned to an eternity of torture by having to stay with you,"
Rose stood up abruptly despite the pain, strode over to Scorpius who looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. He was muttering "What am I gonna do?" over and over again, while rubbing his hands vigorously.
Rose took hold of his hands, which she could feel trembling, and turned him around to face her. She then took her left hand and slapped him tight across the face.
Scorpius was so shocked by Rose's slap that he stopped trembling and looked at her terrified, as though his worst fear had come true.
Rose took his hand and placed it on his wrist and made him feel his pulse.
"See. You're alive. You wouldn't have a beating heart if you didn't, you idiot," she said and walked off to get the time turners lying on the ground.'
"I turned these back when you fell through the veil, so that I could turn back time," she said while pointing towards the time turners in her hands.
"If I hadn't done that, you would have been frying up in a real hell," she finished sitting down on the ground, not being able to stand up due to the increased pain in her legs.
Scorpius managed to calm down and look around properly for the first time. There were no humans to be found anywhere. He comprehended what happened and asked her a little more cordially.
"So. We've gone back in time?"
"No. Passing through the veil actually takes you to a famous vacation spot. The Dept of mysteries is actually a travel and tourism department," she jeered, while massaging her ankles.
Scorpius realized this was her way of saying that they had in fact gone back in time.
"Now what do we do?" he asked despondently.
"Since we are on a vacation. We might as well enjoy it," she taunted.
"You know Weasley. You can stop with your sarcasm. I get it. We have gone back to an unknown time period. We don't know how to get back. We are stuck here. In other words we are screwed. So either you can be helpful and figure out a way for us to get out of here or keep staying at your asinine best and do nothing but make sardonic taunts,"
Rose scowled at Scorpius but instead of retorting, she swallowed her words instead. After grudgingly accepting that he was right, she tried getting up slowly, although she was finding it hard to do so. It seemed that she had sprained her ankle. She looked up longingly at Scorpius hoping he would give her a hand. But he merely looked away indifferently and started walking towards the other side of the landscape.
Rose swore at the blond and painstakingly managed to stand on her feet. She looked up and saw that Scorpius was already miles ahead of her. It looked like he was walking faster on purpose. Rose meanwhile was muttering imprecations at an even faster rate.
They walked for around ten minutes and just when they thought they had landed themselves in the middle of nowhere they were met with a man. Both Scorpius and Rose stopped upon seeing him. Rose was still quite far away from Scorpius. She moved a little closer to get a clearer shot of the man. He was middle-aged and looked quite plump and affluent. The man meanwhile was looking slightly surprised by Scorpius's clothing and eyed him cautiously.
The man himself was wearing old-fashioned clothes and Rose's heart was dripping in consternation as she matched those clothes with the ones she had studied in Muggle studies. He definitely belonged to an older time period, wearing a long coat, which had braided front panels and were adorned with buttons from neck to hem. Rose felt her heart thundering as she added two and two together.
She shook those thoughts off her head and despite feeling dizzy moved in a little closer and hid herself behind a tree while the two men spoke.
"Sir, would you be so kind to tell me which day it is today?" she heard Scorpius ask the man and was surprised by his civil manner of speaking.
"Well it is Tuesday sir, Tuesday the fifth of September, 1690,"
Both the men heard a thud nearby and looked back towards the tree where Rose had been hiding.
"What was that noise, Sir?" asked the fat man, startled by the sound.
"It…must be a fruit, Sir. It must have fallen off the tree," he said warily.
"Are you a foreigner?" asked the fat man suspiciously.
"Yes, Sir. We are..uhm..performers. From the South," Scorpius replied quickly.
"Well that must explain your appearance then. I was quite startled by your pompadour and your clothes, I must admit. Will you be playing in town?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. Which is why I was wondering if you could direct me to it,"
The man gave him instructions on how to reach the town and took off after conversing for another few minutes. But once Scorpius left to return to Rose, the man turned back and eyed him suspiciously for a few minutes before leaving, with an added thought in his mind.
When Scorpius returned, Rose was lying flat on the floor, knocked out at having heard the news of them having traveled four centuries back. Scorpius started to shake her violently and called out her name loudly.
"Weasley..Weasley. Getup." he shouted. And as she had done before, he began slapping her on her face. Although he had done it to wake her up, he couldn't deny he was enjoying it tremendously, as it was bit of a pay back.
Rose opened her eyes slowly and began whispering incoherently.
"Mom. Is that you?" she asked, subconsciously.
"No it's Harry Potter, here to save you from the big bad wolf. Get up." he yelled and got back up.
Once Rose managed to fully gain consciousness she got on her feet. She ambled over to Scorpius, who had his back turned to her and was looking around to figure out the instructions the old man had given him.
SPLAT! "Oww!" he yelled and turned around to see that Rose was attacking him with a branch fallen off a tree.
"YOU…ARSE… SCORPIUS MALFOY" she yelled with each strike
"Get off me you crazy bitch!" he yelled in pain. But Rose wasn't backing down. She was wearing an almost deranged expression and was shouting at the top of her voice.
"IF WE EVER GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. AND THEN I'M GONNA WIPE OUT YOUR WHOLE BLOODY FAMILY FOR HAVING RAISED SUCH AN ASS FOR A SON!"
Scorpius, saddled with pain from the blows he was receiving, managed to topple the branch out of her hands. When Rose lost hold of the branch, she searched around for her wand.
"WHERE'S MY WAND?" she screamed, looking almost terrifying with her red hair waving erratically on both sides of her shoulders.
But after searching her robes and looking around for a while, her expression changed to one of fear.
"Merlin. I...I cannot find my wand," she cried worriedly.
Scorpius was watching her with trepidation. He saw her panicking and running back to the spot where they had gotten up and saw her return shortly after, almost at the verge of tears.
"I lost my wand. I left it behind," tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke.
Scorpius was far from feeling sorry for her. Serves her right, he thought angrily.
Rose immediately turned her attention back to Scorpius whose forehead was bleeding from the blows she had given him.
"You," she screamed accusatorily, her eyes bulging out of its sockets. "This is all your fault, you rotten bastard!" she yelled while moving towards him threateningly.
"I'm warning you Weasley. You better stop right there. Unlike you I still have my…" he stopped mid sentence as his hands dug deep into his pockets, where he was expecting to feel the tip of his wand.
He started panicking and searching crazily through his robes for the wooden stick. He soon imitated the set of things that Rose had just done, going back to the spot where they lay and coming back and searching all around once again.
At last he fell to the ground devastated, with a terrifying realization.
"I left my wand back too," he said, his voice hollow. He sat on the floor desolately - horrified at the thought of being stranded in 1690 without his wand and even worse - with the Weasley.
Author's note: Thank you so much for reading. I'll try and update soon. Perhaps even sooner if you leave a review:D
P.S. There was tiny parallel that I drew between Rose and Hermione. Spotted it?