Silver and Emeralds (Book 1)

Chapter 28 - Letter of Hope

Hey guys! This chapters going to be a little different. I need some perspective from other characters so this chapter is going to be in Al's POV. I know it's a little weird, trust me, it's weird to write too. But I just think it's works really well so I hope you enjoy!

ALBUS'S POV-

It's been a week. A week since my two best friends went missing. They could be anywhere. Who knows if they're dead or alive. It's obvious who did it. It was Lucius. No doubt about it. Everyone's been a mess. Aunt Hermione hasn't been in a right state since she found out. Uncle Ron hasn't slept and neither has dad. I think he feels that it's partially his fault. After all, it was him and Uncle Ron who put the two of them in this position in the first place.

Alice hasn't been doing well either. She's constantly crying saying we could have prevented this. If only we hadn't made Rose yell and run out like that maybe she would still be here. But she's not, so dwelling on what could of been is pointless. Obviously I've been awful. If there was something I could have done to prevent this, any thing, I would have. But there wasn't.

So here I sit, finally having been released from the hospital, on the couch in the burrow. The whole family is staying here. None of us have left except for the occasional trip to St. Mungos. Three days ago some aurors found Draco and Astroria in a dungeon in France. They were alive but barley. Of course the first thing they wanted was Scorp, but obviously, he's not here. They're both suffering from extreme shock right now.

Aurors are looking everywhere for Rose and Scorp. When the head of the departments niece goes missing it's kind of a big deal. It makes it an even bigger deal that this very girl happens to be the daughter of 2/3 of the Golden Trio.

Everyone has their own way of coping. Grandma cooks, Hugo reads, Aunt Hermione stares off into space, James and Fred try to keep everyone's spirits up, (but you tell they're dying on the inside)  Lily cries, a lot, and I sit with my hand intwined with Alice's not saying a word to anyone.

Neither of us have hardly said a word to anyone but each other since they went missing. We spend a lot of time in the attic talking. But that's it. I can't bring myself to do anything more. Everything in me wants to snog the socks off of her, but I can't. It wouldn't be right. My two best friends are missing and I'm caught up with a girl! How awful does that make me? And I know exactly what Scorpius would say. "I don't care if I'm bloody dead mate! Just kiss her! She loves you, you love her. What's stopping you?" But I still can't. I know Alice can't either. I just keep hearing their voices in my head and I want them back. Merlin, I really want them back.

And I everyday I hope for the best. That maybe they just flooed somewhere far and are trying to get home. Or maybe they are doing something crazy like eloping! But I know they'd never do that. And my mind goes straight back to the bad thoughts. Their dead bodies, cold, mangled. Or, them suffering in general. And I can't handle the pain.

So I sit and stare. And my thoughts build up until I go out into the middle of the orchard behind the burrow and scream. I scream about the unfairness of the whole situation. How undeserving they are. And how I just want them back.

At this point, my mind is my worst enemy. It creates these awful scenarios of death. It creates thoughts of their suffering. It's been creating the same thought over and over again for the past few days.

How did Lucius find out that Scorpius was a spy? They were so careful! The only possible explanation is someone sold them out. But who? It wasn't my dad, Uncle Ron, Alice, or me. I racked my brain for other possible suspects but couldn't think of any.

I ripped my stare from the wall to the back door when I heard it opening. In walked my father and uncle. I gingerly slipped my hand from Alice's. She had just fallen asleep for the first time all week and I wanted it to stay that way. I made my way into the kitchen to get the daily report from my father.