A/N: Thanks to J.K. Rowling for providing world and characters, BBC drama I used some elements from Merlin.
Chapter 5 Revelations.
Rose started her shift at the medical wing and Scorpius would check the cauldrons.
Rose shift was rather uneventful. She had time to think about Scorpius and his predicament. She really , really liked him and wanted to help him so much. But she could not shake the feeling that she somehow was involved in the prophecy, she felt this incredible connection which nestled inside her body and soul as the days progressed. The autumn colours started to show outside the castle, she could feel her spirit becoming increasingly adaptive to her surroundings, golden, browns and reds like blurry clouds around her. Golden whenever she was near Scorpius, red as she felt overwhelmed with passion for her could she call him boyfriend? Brown as something dies, she wasn't sure what that was, but it was there lingering in the edge of her awareness. It scared her as much as it comforted her. Brown sometimes turned to black, gloomily around the edges. A shiver ran down her spine thinking about the black, the colour of the ink on his arms. She never thought she would fall for such a bad boy, but she had hadn't she...
Sunday evening she finally found time to head for the library. She made her way into the restricted section. She knew that books concerning dark magic would be in there, she'd come across them whenever she needed them. They seemed to find her, she beleived whole heartedly, dark magic didn't exist, rather than it would turn dark when used by the dark wizards, it could easily be worked by lighter beings, unfortunately many where scared in using it even for great things. Thus only described by evil, making the books ooze darkness, merely reflecting the souls using to better their dark purposes.
She searched the stacks for book on magical enchantments and body markings. She had to go deep into the section but finally found the manuscript she was looking for. She hid it in her pouch.
The pouch helped her mum during the war. She had a whole tent stuffed in there. She and her friends hid in the tent almost a year searching for horcruxes. Rose stepped inside the restricted section, it somehow felt chillier here, she could see her breath, her hairs stood up on her arms, a shiver ran through her spine, she felt eyes on her, not like any ghosts haunting the castle, she was familiar with them, this was dark magic trying it's way into her skull, brain, being, she wouldn't let it get under her skin deflecting it.
Rose roamed the shelves for the Tri Skelion mark and came across a book on dark societies through the ages. Upon opening the book she felt a burning sensation on her finger tips. The book was drenched with dark stuff. Alarm bells went off through her entire body, her senses worked like a sponge, she had be careful handling the manuscript, it could easily affect her demeanor. She knew she had to take this book in order to aid Scorpius. It wasn't a question of helping him, she felt there was a connection deeper than just this physical attraction she felt whenever she was near him. She wrapped the book into a leather cloth. She cast a protective charm on it so it wouldn't taint her pouch or her for that matter. She uttered "Salvio Hexia"! And closed her pouch.
She would read the book and manuscript when it was her turn to check on the cauldrons. The lab would be nice and quiet, no one to disturb her, she would miss being there once their assignment was over.
She also retrieved the copy she made earlier from the Malfoy family tree. Rose already established Scorpius earliest ancestor Iseldir. He was dated as far back as Merlin. Which came as no surprise to her. A lot of the pureblood families prided themselves as going back until the Merlin Era.
Iseldir was the leader of one of the Druid clans roaming the Northern Region of Camlan. Rose found Malfoy Manor was established near the grounds of Camlan. So their property had to ooze dark magic. Druids used to camp out on grounds drenched with magic, they used its magic to enhance their spells and created artifacts containing magic.
It was common knowledge that Merlin had to go in hiding because King Uther banished all magic from the Kingdom, as his wife had perished because of it. Or so he assumed she did, she had been a witch her self, providing Uther and her son Arthur their leadership abilities. All humans and creatures blessed with magic had to go in hiding in fear of being persecuted. This also explained the hatred of purebloods against Muggles. King Uther was a Muggle and killed a lot of people within the Kingdom as to purify his lands and therefore avenging his wife.
King Arthur obviously benefited from Merlin's powers but the magical society had all ready gone underground and retreated from Muggle life.
The only people from the Muggle outside brought in were children with magical powers, they could not be left without proper education and schooling, they would pose a threat in revealing the magical society, thus Hogwarts was created to cater for education to all of whom displaying often than not they had ancestors within the magical world. This is what they were told at Muggle studies, which were mandatory for any student at Hogwarts. But it wasn't enough for pure-bloods to stop hating Muggle students. They clearly must've had wizards as ancestors. This puzzled Rose to great length, she wondered about Hermione,her mother was a dab hand at investigating, she never mentioned having witches as forefathers. Rose knew there had to be, leaving her to wonder as why her mother never relented this to her or her brother.
The other manuscript mentioned tattoo's and binding them to magic as in dark magic. In the Old Religion it was not uncommon to link people within the same society. Like the Dark Mark to summon or contact one another. Scorpius, Scorpion tattoo linking him to the Malfoy tree. It gave its owner direct access to his forefathers handing down dark magic through to the next generation. Connecting him directly with either his father or grandfather. Rose felt it had to be his granddad as Draco Malfoy really tried to escape his past.
It was a lot to digest for Rose. It gave her a headache just thinking about all the evil surrounding Scorpius, her heart felt constricted so much brown turning into black. Browns alive but turning into black, symbolizing death, or rather never being able to turn alive again. Scorpius was still brown, there was still time in her humble opinion.
Now she needed to find a way of aiding Scorpius.
Rose checked her watch and made her way up to her dorms it was getting quite late. Her brain and body needed to rest. Hopefully she would have a peaceful night, her dreams always haunted with spirits guiding her, warning her foreboding her future which still could be shaped by her.
The next morning she felt a bit better, replenished, her dreams had left her feeling fit, she went to have breakfast with her friends.
Rose watched Scorpius from across the great hall, she tried not to give away her feelings to her friends and her cousins. She felt for him, he was handsome beyond comparison, platinum blond slicked back hair, he should let it fall down naturally Rose mused,strong jaw line, fine cheek bones. Very good physique, but his soul touching, no reaching out for hers the most irradiating thing about him, he gave of light, she knew most wouldn't get to see that quality. Maybe it was reserved for her eyes only.
Scorpius would lead his fellow Slytherins as he had done before, minus one fact. His attention focussed on a certain lady across the hall. The red Ravenclaw, a Weasley, his girl, was she, he guessed she was, realization hitting him like a blow to the chest, going right for the jugular, his heart.
He tried to glance her way inconspicuously, hoping sincerely no one at his table noticed, luckily he never engaged into their idle chit chats, his austerity, aiding him to look at his fair maiden. Her poised, posture, her bubbly persona, illuminating anyone near her, her shine rubbed off, unknowingly to her friends, or rather they made sure to be near her, her flame keeping them warm. Somehow he fell into cheap euphemism describing her, making him smirk because he failed himself, he didn't do cheap. His heart beating to a new rhythm in sync with hers.
They went to their classes as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, everything seemed like it always except all wasn't.
After classes they met at the lab. Rose divulged the information which she had gathered the evening before. Scorpius wasn't aware of the prophecy but not too surprised either. He knew that the Malfoy's always were a force to be reckoned with. On more than one occasion at gatherings an do's the other pureblood families revered his grandfather and he told Rose it was why he was betrothed. Pureblood families wanted to be in the inner circle. The Malfoy circle.
Rose relented that now she needed to find information on how to get Scorpius out of the prophecy, if it was at all possible, she didn't know. Scorpius agreed, he wanted out of it as well, sometimes the tattoo made him feel things, made him act a certain way, he wasn't always comfortable about, certainly not regarding Rose, which he kept to himself, he didn't want her to be scared or frightened. Had he known how strong she was, not the fragile figure he perceived, he would have shared his inner feelings.
Rose made her mind up about it, she would do anything. She was getting attached and felt that his fate was entangled with hers.
Rose went to Professors Trewlany's tower room. He had been so deep in her thoughts she did not notice that she headed here. But again this made sense. The one place in Hogwarts other than her dorm room which made her feel comfortable and enlightened her in the matters concerning her gift.
As she felt a connection towards Scorpius, she could use her special gift, maybe they would shed some light in what direction she had to put her efforts in freeing him.
Professor Trewlany gave Rose a key to her divination class room, she had access outside class hours.
Rose turned the key and stepped inside the class room. She went to the window with the windowsill. She liked to sit there as she read her leafs the light coming from the window felt warm and was filtered by the milky glass. Even now with the light of the moon it comforted her. She fluffed the cushion and headed for the storage cupboard, she took the Willow basket which contained her own paraphernalia, a tin with her own blend, she found that this mix was the most fragrant and suited her abilities and provided her the best concentration. She also stored her earthenware teapot and china porcelain teacup and saucer. The teapot originated from grandmother Weasley, the teacup and saucer were grandma's Granger's. They were these delicate bone china Royal Daulton Periwinkles. They gave her such a strong connection to her relatives. Her mother had given her a silver tea egg from Fortnum and Grayson. A Muggle shop none the less. But it worked.
She lit a fire under the kettle and waited for the water to boil. The time it took for it to become the right temperature, she used to get into concentration modus. She breathed in with her nose and exhaled through her mouth,clearing her mind, opening her third eye. The whistle blew as the water boiled. Rose filled the tea egg half leaving room for the leafs to expand as they released their flavour. She poured the water in her teapot and dipped the tea egg in the water. After five minutes an aromatic scent penetrated her nostrils, telling her to pour the tea. she poured the tea in her cup.
When it had cooled down she drank the beverage leaving halve a teaspoon of liquid in the cup. Lifting the cup with her left hand and swirling the cup three times from left to right. Carefully placing the cup upside down on the saucer draining the excess of the liquid.
Rose closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose concentrating on the tea leafs and started to gaze at the result in her cup.
Immediately a few symbols stood out. A moon, indicating a significant event happening with either a full moon or a new moon. Lovers, ivy, as goes without saying, making her anxious as next to the lovers three symbols appeared which held a major significance to the future, bringing joy and sadness. As well as a horse, a key and an owl. A horse indicates the lover would be truthful but also something that connected to one of the symbols which would bring sadness. The key made her chuckle, their relationship would be fiery and passionate. The owl bringing knowledge and insight. She gazed at the cup as a tear drop made its way down her cheek and fell into the cup. She wiped her cheek and started to clear the table. She took the teapot and rinsed it at the sink. The door of the class room opened and Professor Trewlany appeared, looking with a lot of empathy through her thick glasses. She opened her arms to Rose and held her in a tight embrace.
Rose knew what the future was holding for her and she needed to embrace it. She was to be a major pawn in this endgame. As this was what it was, not the beginning or middle, the prophecy ending with her and Scorpius, providing the future with so much more brightness than the last century had brought the Wizarding World. Her uncle Harry would be delighted,as his journey had been part of this.
She asked Trewlany to contact Hermione for her. She would be the owl giving her new information and insight.
Rose decided to not let Scorpius in on all details before she could speak to her mother. She did make her mind up about being close to Scorpius.
Rose headed for the lab as Scorpius added the Romanian Longhorn Powdered Dragon Horn the potion started to bubble and steam floated above the cauldron. Rose chanted an incantation and flicked her wand thrice. The brew calmed down and turned clear.
Scorpius and Rose smiled, this is how it should be at this stage. The chemistry or rather alchemy discernible.