Scorpius POV:

Every time Scorpius watched Rose fly he felt that old feeling build back up inside of him. The feeling of passion for talent that you don't learn you have, you are born with it, you breath it, you feel it. He had that except it was taken away from him. Those feelings had been hidden until watching Rose fly had started them up again.

When he was younger about five or six his mother had been partial to a Muggle instrument called the piano. She learned that some Muggle parents hire teachers for their children so they can learn the instrument. Scorpius's mum decided that he would learn to play the piano. His parents hired the best teacher that money could buy; he was a strict, old, portly, Russian man. Scorpius could still remember how all his teacher's consents sounded like a blender spit them out. The teacher was stricter than anything but had more fervency for the subject of music. That man did not create music he created; passion, fire and magic. He enthralled Scorpius more than anything and the sounds that could be made from a machine have wonderment for music to an immeasurable degree.

Scorpius practiced and practiced trying to make that damn grumpy teacher smile with his music until it almost broke him. He did everything perfect for that teacher until he realized that what his teacher wanted was not perfection was intriguing imperfection created by a performer. He realized that perfection would not interest people it's the fiery passion and interpretations that will affect people.

His teacher gave him a sheet of music, which was called Untitled; it did not have a composer or complicated rhythms or notes. It had simple chords, which could be played entirely with one hand. Scorpius did not practice all week. Usually he killed himself over the piece, practicing until the piece was permanently embedded in his mind. Scorpius swore back then, in his sleep he would see notes of music on the inside of his eyelids.

By the end of the week he was terrified, what if he did this wrong. He some how managed to convince himself that he could not be wrong because it was his interpretation of the piece and no one could change what he thought.

Scorpius sat at the piano to perform for his teacher for the first time. Before he had recited now he would perform. For the first time he was not terrified or nervous. Scorpius let his hands float over the keys. He stroked them and began his performance. Light, fast, airy, slow, angry, sad, mellow, he poured his emotions over the keys and let his heart do the playing. He let go of trying to impress people and did it for himself. By the end of the piece he could not even recall what he had played. He turned to his seemingly every stoic teacher and was shocked to see glistening tears of sadness and joy.

"Boy, you do not need me anymore," he said gruffly, "You have been my best student because I have learned from you. There is nothing left for me to do."

With that short proud statement his piano teacher left the house never to return. Scorpius had watched him leave through the window, still sitting at his piano and had tears run down his face. He did not know why he cried. Perhaps it was because he was happy but it wasn't and he was not happy either.

Feeling that unknown feeling would be strange for a young boy of only six. I would not be something that small person could contain and so he shut the piano lid as soon as his teacher disappeared from view. He was scared and so the piano remained untouched in the living room gathering dust.

What amazed him was how his mother never questioned why he stopped playing or why the teacher never came back. Scorpius could not decide if it was because she was scared to ask or she simply did not care because the piano has just been a routine that had stopped abruptly. The reason why, Scorpius concluded, that Rose brought up those scary unstoppable feelings was because she had probably felt the same thing when she rode a broom for the first time. She was probably just as scared as Scorpius was and he wanted to know what drove her to continue and share her hidden talent. Making something you love obvious in front of the world was more terrifying than almost anything. It made you extremely vulnerable.

Scorpius turned his thoughts away from his helplessness and towards Rose's final test of if she would make the team or not. Scorpius decided right as the snitch was released for the third time that night that if she caught it and made the team he would pick his music back up no matter how scared he was. His thoughts were in turmoil. He wanted her to catch the little golden ball like he knew she could but he was terrified of what he would have to return to.

Rose's POV:

Rose's blue and silver tapered broom blended into the sky making it seem as if she were gliding on gentle winds as she tactfully maneuvered herself for the best position for capturing the snitch. The small golden ball had never left her sight since it had been released. She had observed John long enough to know when he had lost track of it. In the twenty minutes they had been up in the air playing their game of wits he had lost track of it twice, both times when it was closest to him. This was unfortunate for Rose but she could tell that he was getting antsy. John wanted action whether he was in position for it or not. This would work for her advantage. She was gliding low in the sky with the snitch above her and John was flying high in the sky with the snitch below him, however at this point they were both equal distances away. Rose made a bunch of jagged upward movements with the handle of her broom to tease the impatient boy into moving forward to the snitch. When he reacted she shot forward so quickly her body and broom trembled at the sheer force of her action. They flew head-on both unwavering the boy thinking that they would hit but Rose already planning. She reached the snitch first but knew if she grabbed it while she was still on her broom they would collide and she would be injured indefinitely. To avoid that she jumped off her broom, shoving it forward with her arms as she went, dove over the speeding boy, avoiding collision by mere millimeters, grabbed the snitch and summersaulted twice where she then grabbed her broom with her empty hand. She winced as the shock of defying gravity reached her shoulder but gracefully swung herself over the handle and glided to the group.

When she landed she felt extreme exuberance overwhelm her body, pure adrenalin made her tremor with joy. Somehow she managed to contain herself while she waited on the ground for Jack to talk to her. She watched as he flew down swiftly and observed his shocked, amazed, dumbfounded, astonished face.

"Damn," Jack said astonished, "I know I'm not really suppose to swear but that was fucking amazing! Bloody hell I've never seen anything like it! Welcome Rose Weasley, you're now part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Rose smiled through her silent tears of happiness looking for that blond shock of hair that would stick out against the dusky evening. Scorpius stood by the edge of the Black Lake quite far away, probably because he was not supposed to watch the tryouts. Rose wanted to go see him and tell him the wonderful news but first the tryout would have to end.

They other hopeful flyers were still trying hard for the few spots that were open. Rose stretched her tights muscles and lay on the grass to watch. Every now and then she would glance over at the Black Lake to see a lone figure silhouetted against the setting sun.

"Okay guys!" Jack shouted startling Rose out of her reverie, "We're done. I'll make final decisions tonight and post them tomorrow morning! Good job everybody!"

Tired bodies started plodding off of the field. Rose gathered her stuff and walked behind the rest of the group. She split off soon though and ran towards the Black Lake where she knew Scorpius was. She smiled all the way. His back was to her but he turned around quickly and the sound of her approaching footsteps. Rose tossed her equipment aside. She ran even faster and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him and hugging him. She buried her face in his shoulder as she cried happy tears. She pulled her face away and smiled.

"I did it," she said almost shocked to be hearing those words out loud, "I made the team!"

"I knew you would, you had nothing to doubt. How about you get off of me and we walk back up. We can go to the kitchens and eat some food!"

Rose skipped happily up to the castle with a surprisingly solemn plodding Scorpius. Even while she was jubilant in reverence as to what had just happened she knew something was seriously wrong. They were inside the warm castle now the warm lights hitting their eyes causing them both to flinch slightly.

"Hey," Rose murmured, "You alright? You seem kind of sad."

"Yes and no," Scorpius replied, "I made a promise to myself that kind of scares the fuck out of me. I've needed to do it for a long time and I said that if you got the spot on the Quidditch team I would go through with what I need to do. It terrifies me more than anything in the world."

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need any help. The only reason I was on that Quidditch pitch today was because you gave me the courage to. So if you need help I can be there for you. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Not really, it's not because of you that I don't want to say I'm just too scared to say anything at all. Let's eat and celebrate your great achievement tonight! We can worry about me another time!"

The warm kitchen relaxed both of them from the tense and exciting evening. Rose felt herself loosen up and she saw Scorpius's muscles in his back loosen. It was amazing what the thought of good food could do to you.

While they were munching in silence Rose thought about her short conversation with Scorpius about the unknown thing that terrified him more than anything. She had always assumed there was nothing more to him than met the eye but now knowing there was more to him than that made her scarred and worried what would happen to the two of them over time