Draco, Draco.

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( TW//Language Discretion is strictly advised,  as you move on there are scenes of bullying and dark humour, so please read at your own choice.)

I always enjoyed the train ride back to Hogwarts. I had the option to apparate or use a portkey in guidance of a licensed adult but somehow the slow movement of one's body in sync with the heartbeat of the train, was equivalent to the power of a strong anti-anxiety draught. It gave you the balanced outlook of life, you kept moving yet barely moved, I liked that rhythm.

The beauty of the endless sky and the scenery were always a plus, it was so calm, something I haven't felt in the whole of last year. My healer was worried I'll ever feel at peace again or I'd ever recover from the things I have seen, the dark realms my mind and my body travelled back and forth for days. I don't know really, I know I've changed I wasn't this person a year ago, but I knew the aftermath of what dark magic does to one's life, and I invited this whole heartedly and I'd do it again if it meant I could save father.

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"Rosalia wake up, wake up!!" I heard a distant panicked voice and soon felt a jerking. I opened my eyes slightly so, as I was pulled into a tight hug immediately.

"You stupid girl, what were you doing?!" I heard my father's voice from over my mothers deathly grip on me. His voice was weaker than the day before.

"Nothing, I was just trying something." I mumbled as I lightly broke away from my mother's arm and looked around. The feather I was practising on was burned and so was half of my room. Another failure.

"You have any idea what kind of magic you are playing with Rose? Dark Magic isn't a joke. It will kill you if tampered with casualty." My father spat at me, his eyes looked redder than usual and the veins in his neck popped out almost wanting to break free from the skin.

"I know what I am doing." I said unphased collecting the remains of my parchment and books I used for my research.

"You are so young to be involving yourself  in this kind of magic, you don't know what you are doing. You have no idea what aftermath this will leave on you. Stop it Rose I don't want this anymore. These kind of magic leaves traces, the ones that you cant erase."  Father spoke again, softer this time looking at my mother for support who silently studied my face.

"He is dying Rose, be with him, live with him." She said in a small voice almost like a whisper as tears slipped through her eyes.

"I'd rather spent my time trying to save him than accept his death before it's already here like all of you. I will find a cure and I won't stop until I do." I said my voice didn't waver, almost like a stone, the chill the calmness scared my family and I saw it in their eyes as I stood up to walk away.

"Rose-

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"There you are, she didn't let you win did she?" The voice I loved so much filled the empty compartment with warmth and pulled my out of my trance. I gave him a soft smile as he sat across from me.

"Well you look different." He added as studied my face with curiosity.

"You mean hot?" I said just as seriously.

"Ew." He spoke and squinted his bright grey eyes close, weird way of expressing his disgust but okay. I quickly but playfully jabbed him in the leg as he broke out into a fit of sweet laugher.

"How's Amos? He was very kind to send me the beautiful white orchids. I really appreciate it." I said with a tight smile.

"He's okay, kept asking about you the whole tournament. We wanted to visit as soon as we heard but we weren't sure-" his voice lowered a little almost out of guilt he didn't need to have.