Rose and Scorpius (Scorose, Scorpius and Rose)

Chapter Fourteen

First of all, Im sorry of the late update you guys! I will try to be more consistent. But anyway, isn't this art cute? And he's wearing a Weasley sweater!😍 this is by nymre on tumblr, check her out for more awesome art! Thanks for the votes/comments on the last chapter! Please enjoy!

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My quill drops to the floor as I jump up. Everything is silent, as though the entire castle is holding it's breath. I can't be the only one to have heard that. Then it comes again, and I start to move. I leap over an armchair and skirt around a section of desks to get to the portrait hole. I burst outside and look around wildly, where was the screaming coming from?

My question is answered almost immediately as the person screams again, but this time I can make out words.

"No, please....please." Definitely female. I run towards the sound, pulling out my wand as I do, my chest tightens as I hear the scream again.

Then a males voice. "What the hell are you doing? Hey, STOP!" I run faster, feeling braver now that I know there is someone else who has come to help.

"Get out of here, this is not of your concern!" Yet another, different voice. The shouts are loud now, I must be close. Then I round a bend, and come upon complete chaos. People, cloaked in black have swarmed the corridor like ants, and all I can see is dark cloaks and masked faces. A sea of black lit only by dim torchlight. Then one silver mask turns towards me, and raises his wand.

But before he can speak a spell, the entire corridor goes dark, everything, pitch black. I can feel bodies rushing last me, and before I can even attempt to stop them, someone knocks me to the floor, and I can feel boots stepping on my hands, my legs, my stomach. I curl into a ball, putting my arms over my head to protect my face.

Then everything is quiet, and just as suddenly as the darkness had come, it is lifted. I look up from my spot on the floor, and what I see makes me simultaneously confused, shocked, and sickened. A girl, no older than thirteen is laying on the floor, a red stripe across her throat and a knife at her side. And sitting next to her, his hands covered in blood and his wand in his hand, is Scorpius.

I scramble to my feet, pointing my wand at Scorpius, and cursing my hand for trembling. Scorpius looks up at my sudden movement.

"Rose." For a second his face lights up, then falters at the look on my face, he glances to the girl, then back up at me, his expression turning to horror. "Oh, Rose, this isn't how it looks I swear I was trying to-"

"Shut up." I say, and my wand gives off a loud blast, bouncing off the wall and just missing Scorpius's head. Silence, Scorpius looks at me, pleading. Then footsteps break through the quiet, people are coming, they must have heard the girl's screams. The poor, poor girl's screams.

"Rose you have to trust me." Scorpius whispers. "This isn't what, I didn't...you have to believe me." Why does he look so sincere? How is he this good at lying?

"I wouldn't trust you if my life depended on it. You lying, cheating, bastard." My wand is still pointed at his head. "Move, and I kill you. Got it?"

Scorpius looks at me with an expression of such sorrow, I'm almost convinced. "I'm sorry." He whispers. Then throws a handful of black, sparkling power into the air. The corridor again goes pitch black. I swear spectacularly and lunge towards the place Scorpius had been sitting, but I can't feel or hear him. My hand touches flesh, and for a second I think I found him, then something warm and sticky comes off on my hand, and I realize it was only the girl, her blood still warm from the life that had been flowing through her body only minutes before.

And I realize that I came too late.

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The corridor is full of people, teachers and students are milling around, whispering, or crying, or simply standing there, shock and grief clouding their faces. Some are gathered around the girls body, and I see a boy of about fifteen, hunched over her face, his tears falling onto her cheeks. Professor Longbottom is trying to comfort him.

McGonagall is speaking in low voices with Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had arrived only moments before, with a whole squadron of photographers, journalists, Aurors, and several other important looking people from the Ministry. A few of them gather the girls body on a stretcher, cover her with a sheet, and begin hauling her away.

Someone wraps a blanket around my shoulders, and I come out of my reverie, looking up to find Albus. "Hey." He says. "You ok?"

"Fine. I just...." I trail off, looking at the place where the girls body rested only a moment before. "Al," I look up at him, "we can't ignore this anymore. This was the same person who's been attacking the muggleborns, I know it is. We have to do something." I don't know why I don't tell him about Scorpius, I saw him. I saw the blood on his hands, and yet...he just looked so desperate. Desperate for me to believe him. Maybe I should.

Al's face looks set. "You're right. Of course, you're right. But for now, you need to get some rest." Al pulls me to my feet, and I'm surprised I can even stand, my legs feel numb.

"Ok." I mumble, but at that moment, Professor McGonagall hurries up to us, her gray hair askew from its usual tight knot, and her face pale. She is followed by Kingsley Shacklebolt, and a few wizards in dark robes.

"Weasley," she says, "Mr. Higgins here has some questions for you." She gestures to a wizard with a somber expression and a very large mustache. "He is the Ministry's lead detective."

Mr. Higgins steps forward, whipping out a muggle pen and a small notebook. "Right, Professor McGonagall here has told us that you were the first person to come upon the scene, when you arrived, what did you see? What happened?"

"I saw a lot of people, all in dark cloaks and silver masks, and then everything went black, pitch black, in less than a second." Mr. Higgins scribbles furiously in his notebook. "I could feel people going past me, but I couldn't stop any of them. Then, the lights came on again, and they had disappeared, all of them, and..." I hesitate, thinking back to the scene. "I saw the girl."

Mr. Higgins frowns at me. "You saw the girl? That's it? No one else? The other people simply, disappeared?" I nod, and Mr. Higgins writes some more in his notebook, then flips it closed and tucks it inside his robes. "Well, thank you very much Miss Weasley. Now Professor," he turns to McGonagall, "we must be going."

He begins to walk away, but before he can take two steps, I stop him. "Wait!" I rush forward, the blanket falling from my shoulders. "Mr. Higgins, those people, that I saw, how did they disappear?"

"I have no idea, but they are certainly not in the castle. We would know if they were." He says importantly, and begins to turn away again.

"Wait!" I say agian.

"Yes?" He says, looking exasperated.

"Do you think those people were, were Death Eaters?"

Mr. Higgins looks down on me, his mustache making his mouth look as though it is carved into a permanent frown. "I do not know." He says quietly. "But I assure you, if there is even the slightest bit of evidence to suggest that, than I think it goes unsaid, that we are in quiet a mess. Goodnight, Miss Weasley." And he turns away in a whirl of dark robes.

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Hmmm, what did you guys think of this? Was it shocking? Surprising? Or did you totally see it coming? Who am I kidding, this was totally out of the blue! But don't worry you guys, not all is as it seems. *wink wink* I am again sorry for the late update, but if vote/comment if you liked, and thank you for reading! Until next time!