Author's Note:
Superrrr short chapter (:
Just for clarification && getting back into this story!
Thanks for all the reviews, keep 'em going! :D
Next few chapters are gonna be pretty low-key, and centered around
a very special (and Muggle) Hogwarts tradition (that i'm starting).
P R O M. :] Up before tonight (June 1st)
The sunlight is overbearing. Encasing.
To the light, Rose. Go.
But something's pulling her back. She tries to go to the light. She does. But the hand wrapped around hers is preventing her. It's cold – ice cold, unrelenting. Let me go, she wants to scream, but there are no words. And she looks back, she looks back – into the eyes of Lord Voldemort.
"Whoa, whoa there – it's okay, relax, Rose." She looks up into his deep blue-gray eyes, like marble. It takes her a second to realize that her chest is heaving, racketing sobs filling the room. She brokenly reaches up to her face, feeling wetness on her fingertips. Her heart feels weak, her legs shivering, yet she twists out of bed, into Scorpius's strong clutch.
"Shh," he whispers softly, into her ear, cradling her shoulders on his arm, smoothing her hair. "What happened?"
She looks up at him, her hazel eyes filled with tears. "I love you," she breathes, and tears begin falling into his shirt. He comforts her, holding her close, and it is only until hours later, kneeling over his Divination homework, that he realizes she never answered his question.