The Angel of Hogwarts

Chapter 3

Knock, knock!

"Who is it?" Rose stood against the door.

"Does your reply change depending on who is on the other side?" Scorpius' voice comes through the door.

Rose faced the door. She unlocked the door for Scorpius to come in.

"What's all the fuss about?" he asked as he came in.

"About Tom." she answered.

"Of course! The guy you chose over me." he said sarcastically.

Rose didn't appreciate that tone. She did not chose Tom over him! She simply loved Tom with all her heart, until recently at least. Some thought it was weird, falling in love at such a young age, but that's how she felt about him and she was 100% sure that he loved her back. She wasn't so sure about Scorpius. Apart from her parents not enjoying his company. She didn't think of him worth fighting for. He just payed on and off attention to her. When he didn't have fifty other girls crawling over him. He asked her out while he was dating Lily for goodness sake.

"I didn't." she said as calmly as she could, she had never been this nervous, "I just don't believe you are worth putting a fight."

"You want to know why I dated Lily?" he asked sitting in the bed and patting the bed for her to sit next to her.

She finally sat down, "Why?"

"She was the closest I'd get to you." he said. He blushed a little, "Tom used to be a great guy, but I know what he does, but Liam, my mate, tells me that he manipulates your dreams. No-one should do that."

"How does he know?"

"He's friends with Tom." he said, "He doesn't set you free. You think that's love, but I know different. I know that if you love someone, you should set them free, if the come back. That means they love you back. So, it's time for you to be free. You should do something you've wanted to do for a while."

Rose looked nervous. She went closer to Scorpius but quickly changed her mind. Then she thought for a mili-second and kissed Sorpius and he kissed her back passionately.

Then an aparation noise sounded. They broke apart. Rose's eyes were wide of shock. No, not him, not now.

"Tom," she said nervously, "I can explain. This isn't what it looks like. I swear- I- I'm so sorry."

"Shut up," he grabbed her wrist fiercely, it hurt like hell, "You're coming with me."

"No, please," she begged while trying to stop his hand from hurting her wrist, "Let's stay here."

"Leave her alone," Scorpius stepped up.

Tom grinned, "And what will you do?"

Scorpius pointed his wand at Tom's face, but before he could hex him, he aparated and took Rose with him.

"Shit." Scorpius muttered.

***

They were in the Chamber of Secrets. Tom threw Rose in the ground. 

"It's time for you to meet my dad." he turned around. Tom was shaking like he had just been hurt. Rose couldn't see it but he was crying. He was sobbing. Rose stood up and tried to approach him, when a man walked in and smiled at Rose. He had a scary smiled, he had that 'i'm-going-to-rape-you' smile that scares anyone right of the bat. Rose backed away.

He smiled even further and said, "So this is Rose?"

Tom shook his head furiously. He wouldn't let Rose see his face, he hid it pretty well.

"Lay on the ground, Rose." the man said.

"Pardon?" Rose asked, even though she knew exactly what he had said.

He repeated himself, but this time with an angrier tone "Lay on the ground."

She swallowed and did as told. She laid on the cold grey floor, with her back facing up. All she wanted to do is cry. Cry her way out of this place. Cry her way out of hurting Tom. Cry her way out of laying on the ground.

Then a sharp pain up her back. It made her spazz. She heard a painful zing stinging her ears. She moved her legs and arms attempting to make the pain feels better, but it was impossible to ease the Cruciatus curse. Then a few minutes of release. She felt her back pump back and foward as air went in and out her lungs. She could feels her rib bones crunching back into place. She felt a sudden dizziness in her head, yet she tried to look at the man doing this to her. Voldemort.

"I know what you've done," he said, "You shouldn't play with people's hearts like that."

He pointed his wand back at her and muttered the curse once again and laughed at her suffering. The zing stinged her ears once again. She tried to do something about the pain on her, she turned. The pain was now on her front. She felt her stomach growing smaller as she moved attempting to escape it. Her breaths shortened, she was beggining to feel unconsious. When a muffled voice spoke.

"No, please stop." Tom cried, "She does not deserve this."

She felt dizzier than before and soon all she could see was a bright white light. Then the image became clearer. She looked up to see the windows at the top of Kings Cross Station. What? she wondered. She looked back down. In front of her was a man. His face looked a lot more simpathetic that Voldemort's and somehow, sort of familiar. She knew that she had never met him before, but he seemed homespun.

Rose wasn't sure what to say. Questions were spinning around in her mind, but she wasn't sure which one to ask first, "Hello," she said with an insecure tone in her voice.

"Are you scared, Rose?" the man said thoughtfully.

"How do you know my name?" Rose asked, more and more insecurely.

The man smiled, "I'm dead. Dead can see and hear what goes on down there."

"Sir. may I ask your name?" Rose asked as serenely as possible, not to disturb the calm environment she was now in. Something about his presence made her feel humble.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Oh, of course, she thought, how could I be so stupid. 

"Am I dead?" she asked.

"No, this is only a dream." he said.

"For in dreams we enter a world entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide in the highest cloud." She quoted.

"You won't enter your own world in a dream, if you continue to let other people control them for you." Dumbledore said.