Not a Gryffindor - a Harry Potter fan fiction

Chapter 5

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A few hours earlier - Rose's P.O.V.

I knew they were coming. And I had to do something. I couldn't leave the house - one of the aurors had cast a spell on our house so no one could enter or leave it, except for the kids. I have no idea why they did this, but we were going to die because of it.

I found two sheets of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink.

Taking a deep breath, I began to write. The ink spilt onto the fresh parchment, spiralling into hastily written words.

When I finished the letter, I called for my owl and, upon his arrival, tied the folorn sheet of parchment to his twitching leg.

I watch him fly far into the distance and sighed sadly. I knew I would never see my children or Zara, who had become like a third child to me, again. It was so painful watching her grow up, knowing she wished only to belong and be accepted. Keeping her family's secret was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But she wasn't ready. She wouldn't understand as of yet, and it wasn't my place to inform her of it.

Aruna was an amazing young girl, she had become a prefect in the previous year, and was the top of the school, even though she's a sixth year. She was taking every O.W.L. subject there was, and was often exhausted, yet she still found time in her life for all her friends, family and even for looking out for Zara. I couldn't be prouder of her.

And then there was Tom. He was quick-tempered and fiesty, much like myself and Zara. He was a hard worker and was extremely ambitious. He also was much like his father, as he protected himself with a tough outer shell, but was fairly sensitive on the inside.

A single tear found it's way out of my eye and spilt down my cheek, like an upset bottle of ink.

I didn't let it fall far.

I stole it away from my skin and didn't allow any more to escape. If I were to die, then I would greet death like an old friend.

Scorpius ran in, his footsteps breaking the tense silence that had blanketed this room only moments ago. His face broke when he saw me.

"Rose," he said, his tremoring voice reflecting his thouggts. "I - well - I - they-," I put a finger to his dry lips and nodded.

"I know."

His face seemed to crumple up even more than before, like an unwanted sheet of parchment. His arms opened out, inviting me in. I slowly walked towards them and accepted the invitation as I slowly melted into my husband's soft but strong body.

Then the door was blasted open.

We broke apart, but our hands remained clasped. "Rose." He said, urgently.

"Yes Scorpius?"

"I love you." I managed a wobbly grin.

"I love you too." Then we were kissing, but it was fleeting, sweet and gone too soon. My lips yearned for more, but more was not possible.

The two masked shadows circled me & Scorpius like hungry sharks. Then they raised their wands.

"No." Scorpius whispered. I tightened my grip on his hand.

The shadows began to close in. I was glued to the spot. Scorpius was now holding me tightly, his lips planting gentle kisses on my head.

One of the shadows sneered. It pointed its wand straight at my chest. And shot the dreaded spell.

I was not afraid. I would not give the murderers the satisfaction of my screaming. They waited for it, but it never came. Instead, I smiled, raised my eyes to the high ceiling and whispered: "Here I come Uncle Fred."

Then the spell hit me like a stab in the chest and I grew weak. I saw Scorpius staring down at me, his hazel eyes hollow with grief, his heart broken. My eyelids were heavy. My limbs were tired.

Death swept over my body, smothering every inch of it.

And I welcomed the feeling.

I was blind to the sneering Death Eaters about to steal another life. I was numb to the way my beloved husband sobbed so passionately into my lifeless body. And I was deaf to his gentle voice, softly and desperately calling my name.

A/N Wow, that was emotional! Sorry it took me so long to publish and that it's so short, the next one will be up ASAP, I promise! :D I hope this chapter's okay for the time being though:)

-Storm Weasley (Married to Fred not Ron).