Rose blinks awake, startled. She yawns, wide, patting down her hair.

Dinner should be over; sure enough, she hears the footsteps echoing from the Great Hall.

And then she hears it.
"Rose."

It is, unmistakably, the low hiss of Lord Voldemort.

Impossible to get into Hogwarts.

She shivers, snuggling back into her covers. Maybe she imagined it. Hopefully she imagined it.

* *********

"Don't be like that, Rose. A promise is a promise, and a promise is forever. You have a week – Scorpius Malfoy. Dead. Or you'll regret it."

A light casts in the corner of her empty room, darkened. The light turns a deep vermillion, sparkling and twisting like a jewel. Suddenly, the light turns black, still glinting off light. And right as the room opens and Lily, followed closely by Scorpius and Albus Potter (Scorpius's close friend) enters, the shimmering black light races towards Rose, and strikes her in the heart. It's cold, like ice flooding her body. She sees Scorpius start towards her, Lily turning on the lights – and she screams, a heart-wrenching sound. But she isn't hurt. She's just cold, so cold.

Tears form in her eyes, overfilling and flowing down her face. Shivering, she reaches towards Scorpius, clinging to his neck, as he helps her to her feet. And then –

"Oh my God." Scorpius jerks, his grasp around Rose tightening. The cold grows, if possible, even colder, and it feels as if she's numb. Albus's mouth rounds, his eyes glancing from the bed to Rose, and back. And Lily, Lily doesn't say anything. Automatically, Rose shifts in Scorpius's arms, despite him holding her back. And she sees, on her bed, the faint glimmer of a shadow – a shadow, a ghost, of her. Her eyes, wide open, her hand splayed across her chest, her body twisted. Unmistakably dead.

Rose feels herself sink to the floor, her eyes never once looking away from the bed. From faraway, she feels all three hands reaching for her, trying to pull her from where she is now, how she is now – sinking. Human instinct makes her cling to consciousness, but it would have been a blessed relief to let it go.

因为你我愿意说，只牵你的手
就算世界有尽头，只牵你的手
哪怕诱惑那么多，只牵你的手
把我放在你心中，牵着我的手