His Rose. // Blaise Zabini

how it happened.

*TRIGGER WARNING - BLOOD AND DEATH*

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Flashback - Narrators POV

Blaise had just left, leaving his mother with her mouth gaped open and in straight shock. She couldn't believe it... Everything was racing through her mind as she stared at the wall, thinking about the previous years and wondering if Blaise was lying or not. 

Blaise's mother was manipulated and utterly in love with David and it never once crossed her mind that this could've happened. 

As her mind raced through the past, she noticed the changes in Blaise. He had become distant, staying at the Malfoy's as much as he could. He always had stayed in his room when he was home, never coming out unless he was going downstairs for dinner. David had always said that he 'forgot' to say goodnight. It was all there and his mother was fucking clueless. 

Her hand covered her mouth as tears streamed from her face. David slowly sat up on the bed, his face still bleeding. He had a few broken teeth too. She looked at him and gasped. It wasn't the sight of blood that made her gasp, it was the fact that she was tricked into loving this man -- No. He was a boy. -- She was tricked into loving this boy so that he could hurt her son. 

How was she so fucking stupid? 

"Delilah-" David spoke to Blaises' mum through his cracked and broken teeth, putting out his hand and trying to grab hers. 

She yanked it away quickly with a look of utter disgust on her face. "What did you do to him?" Blaises' mum, her name Delilah, asked and tried her hardest not to break. "Fucking answer me you piece of shit!" 

"What he said to you was a lie!" He stood up, wobbling but finding his balance. 

"Why would my son lie to me?" She furrowed her brows and back out of the room, David following her as she did so. 

"Because he misses his true father. His biological father." He blamed it on the fact that Blaise had never known the man that he shared blood with. 

Delilah knew that this wasn't true. Blaise had always been supportive of her, accepting whatever it was that his mother asked of him. He was a mommas boy for sure. 

"What did you do to my son?" She asked again, now leaning against the railing and looking over to see the downstairs. She could just push him, but she wanted to get him locked up for what he did. 

"Nothi-" 

"Do not fucking lie! He wouldn't have just lashed out on you. That's not Blaise." She pushed David back because he had gotten too close to her. She wanted to be nowhere near him. 

"Fine. Fine." He put his hands up and smiled... A smile like the fucking devil. "I ruined him." 

Blaise's mother broke. She picked up the vase that sat next to her at the moment and she slammed it against his head, making him fall and start to laugh like a manic. The vase wasn't broken and so she hit him in the head with it again. 

Again. 

Again. 

At this point, David had no teeth but he was still laughing. Delilah wanted him gone for good and the reason was that the one person and one thing she had left of Marcel -- Blaise's father and her first love -- Was broken and could never be fixed. 

"I fucking hate you." She spit at him. "You will never see the light of day again and I hope that the flames hurt so much more than the Cruciatus curse. Go to hell." 

And so she hit him in the head, again. 

Again. 

Again. 

She had lost count now and didn't want him to suffer but to die, now.

The vase had broken and there was blood everywhere. On the walls and a puddle around Davids's dead body. 

She leaned against the wall and slid down it, her blood-covered hands covering her face as she cried and cried, apologizing to Marcel for breaking the promise she had made for him; apologizing to Blaise for being the worst mother ever.

Marcel had died when a potions project at the Ministry went wrong. Blaise was only a year old. As soon as Delilah got the letter saying that he had passed on, her heart had shattered and she had no idea how to fix it. She promised herself right then and there, looking into Blaise's eyes at just the young age of one, that she would protect him until she died and she would do anything to make sure he was safe. 

What got her so blinded? She didn't know. She was a terrible mother for not knowing, but all she knew in this moment now was that she had fucked up the past sixteem years and that she wasn't going to do that again. 

She would kill for Blaise... and she did. 

She would do it again if she truly had to. 

End of Flashback.

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Blaise Zabini

We all sat in the sitting room, our tea now cold. Rose had sat next to me, her hand in mine as my mouth was gaped in shock. 

My mother had killed someone. 

"I was going to come last night and check on you; talk to you, but I had to clean up the mess." She said, tears streaming from her eyes and her hands shaking. 

"Where's the body?" I asked, not able to look at her. Instead, I looked at my hand that was interlaced with Roses and rubbed my thumb against her skin. 

"I burned it. Didn't know what else to do." My mother wiped her tears. 

I didn't know what to say to her. I didn't want to go into detail because if I did, then I would break and I didn't want to reveal the memories that took years to lock away. All she knew was that I wasn't the same Blaise as I was when I was eleven. 

"Blaise, I'm so sorry-" My mother tried to speak but I stopped her. 

"No. We can talk about this in private. Just- Thank you." I squeezed Roses hand, needing comfort. 

Draco, Narcissa, and Astoria were all quiet while my mother had explained what happened and Narcissa and Astoria didn't even know why she killed him. Astoria wouldn't ask, I knew that. She respected people's space. Mumsy on the other hand... She'd talk to me later. 

"We can go into my room and talk now." I stood up, my mother following. 

I bent down and kissed Roses' forehead, smiling at her as I walked away and watched her give me a smile that said she'd still be down here. With that, me and my mother went to my room here at the Malfoy's. 

To talk about what? I have no idea.