Rose Weasley's Point of View

My strength is finally coming back to me. My unfortunate "accident" was over a week ago. I am truly hopping I am well enough to go to the Quidditch World Cup with Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry.

"Rosie how are you feeling?" A short dark haired female comes to the door knocking. She's my room nurse and a pain in my ass. I have been stuck in this hell hole and I don't need the queen of everything good to be here. I have told her so many times to not call me Rosie but "You look like a Rosie." she constantly says. Well I'm not going to look like a Rosie when I go off on her ass.

"I'm okay"

"That's good Rosie. I just need to take your temperature."

"Okay."

"Your father and brother are going to eat us out of all food."

"Hmmm…."

Albus and James stay and watch Muggle comedies and a show on the Muggle SyFy network "Merlin" with mum, dad and I. When mum and dad leave granddad stays with me. According to him Gran isn't doing so well and was admitted into a Muggle hospital not far from here. So when everyone has left and I'm bored I write letters to her and have Granddad give them to her. I have Rory (my owl) deliver letters to my friends from Hogwarts.

Everyday Demitri Krum (my boyfriend) comes and hangs out with me for a few hours. He is our Gryffindor Quidditch captain and a good friend of mine. We usually talk about all the fun times we have had at Quidditch games and practices. Like the time I hit the quaffle so hard it went across the pitch hit the Slytherin seeker (Scorpius Malfoy) and knocked him off course in a spiral toward the ground leaving James (our seeker) to catch the snitch.

Every once in a while I will get visitors like Ben Longbottom or Mona and Sean Thomas or even Bella Krum (Dimitri's little sister who is a year behind me) its times like this that makes you realize how well liked you are. God I can't wait to get out of this hell hole.

"Hey Rose." a familiar voice comes from the door way. I turn to see who it is. My mind is a little hazy still. I see a older man just about in his 70 standing at the door. His tone wasn't very happy as he usually is. I realize who it is. Granddad.

"Hey Granddad." I say happily

"Rosie, sweetie, I need to talk to you." he says with sorrow in his eyes. I begin to realize how sad he really is. He is beginning to shed tears. He sits slowly is the wooden chair that he pulled up to the bed I am laying in.

"What is it Granddad?" I say with concern in my voice. I sit up slowly, then swing my feet over the bed and put my hand over his.

"Sweetie, love, I don't know how to say this, but," before he continues the first of many tears fall. He pulls himself together and finishes what he was saying.

"It's your Grandmother, Rosie, she passed away during the night." He utters the words Sadness overwhelms me. I can feel my face become damp as I spiral into darkened sadness.

"Rose….Rosalie…..Rosie" every time he said my name I knew he was speaking louder but it seemed to be getting quieter for me.

"Nurse!" The blur that is what I can see of my grandfather stands up and onsets what I can only describe as hell from what bit of my senses I have right now.

A-a-and t-then…..

NOTHING…JUST A BUNCH OF NOTHINGNESS.