The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 36

When I first arrivd in th common room, I didn't get smiles and happy pre-Christmas hugs, but instead was met with faces of mourning.

Lene walked over to me and gsve me a hug, not like she'd usually do; running up to me and basically tackling me to the ground while she squeezed th life out of me, but this was more careing, like I needed actual comfort.

I narrowed my eyes at her, asking for explaination. She simply bowed her head, and hugged m again.

"What's going on?" I whispered to her.

"Hermoinie." she whispered, looking solum.

After a while of being severly confused, I discovered Hermoinie too had been petrified. I didn't think it was such a problem. She got out of lessons for possibly the rest of the year, and it wasn't fatal. I would love it if the monster of Slytherin came and out me in a coma.

"I'll go visit her later I think." I said after the whole story had been told to me by Percy for what felt like the 100th time.

A while later, and the Gryffindor's were still conversing over the Heir of Slytherin. I knew Harry was convinced it was that malfoy brat, but now something had changed. I eyed the three of them carefully, before standing up and leaving the common room without anyone really noticing; I'd sure missed that lake.

As I walked past the great hall, I heard someone shouting my name. I continued walking, terrified that I was about to be publically humiliated, or that they were infact calling after someone else.

What felt like moments later, th calling voice had disappeared into the background, and the cold water of the black lake was carassing along my pale skin. As I rose to the surface, I grabbed onto the side, and pulled myself out, letting the mud of the bank slosh my shaking legs.

"Gryffindor!" the voice.

This time I glanced back, allowing my instincts and curiosity get the better of me. I saw Sagar running towards me, slipping occasionally on the muddy grass. I turned back around, and dived head first back into the lake, letting my itching smile fill my face.

"You think that'll stop me!" said a voice, making me jump and forget myself for a moment, momentarily sinking down and swallowing a tonne of fresh water, filling and refreshing my crying lungs.

Sagar was now in the water with me, fully clothed, with lips slowly turning blue. I realized he must be freezing, and slowly swam towards the edge, praying he would follow.

When we were both on the lake side, underneath an enormous willow tree and huddled over a small campfire Sagar had conjured, we snuggled under a fluffy blanket (also conjured.) His arm was around me, but I wasn't concerned. For a while we didn't speak, but just let the warmth of eachothers body's fill the silence.

"I'm scared." He squeaked after a while.

"Don't be." I whispred, turning to look into his adoring blue eyes, that hypnotised me.

"I wish it was that simple." he said, looking back towards the lake and away from me, his eyes clouding over in a daydream.

"you can tell me," I reasured, resting my hand on his leg, just the way George liked it.

"You're a Gryffindor." he said simply, letting a small grin slide onto his face.

"What't that suppose to mean?"

"they're going to take me away..."

"Don't be an idiot." But then it clicked. I shut my eyes and remmebered the conversation I had with Nick before the death day party... Sagar was a Slytherin... Sagar was a Slytherin....

I snapped my hand off his leg immediatley, and glared into his eyes, looking for an answer. A tea dribbled down his cheek. I didn't understand. Not my beuatiful Sagar...

"My father's name is Theordore Gaunt. Directly desenddd from Salazar Slytherin..."

"My father spoke of the Guants." I croaked, remembering the words of my adopted father Ollivander when I was just a little girl...

"The Guant's are not to be messed with Rosetta. One of the first wands I made was for Marvalo Guant... directly desended to Salazar Slytherin.. Don't ever trust them. Ever."

"But I'm not like them Rosie, don't you see!?" He said, pulling me closer into him. His eyes begged for me to believe him, to trust him, to love him, but all I could see when I looked into those silvery blue pools were those of my beloved father.. both my fathers.

"A gaunt Rosie! Guants are Slytherin.. bad dark wizards. Don't trust them." Ollivanders voice whispered in my ear.

"Slytherin! SLYTHERIN! You are a GRYFFINDOR! I have already had one of my deti go rotten.." Her biological fathers face burnt in the inside of her eyes.

Then followed her mothers face. Those kind caring eyes that she never knew. The beautiful features that she'd inherited, and the long black hair, long and silky. She looked afraid... and dissapointed...

"The Chamber..." I mangaged to spit out, feeling my cheeks wet from the tears leaking rapidly from my eyes.

"It's not me Rosie!" he said desperatley. "Please believe me Rosie, they'll take me to Azkaban..."

"What's your proof." I whispered, pushing him away from me.

"You're acting exactley like the dark lord does towards half blood and muggle borns Rosie." he whispered, looking me back in the eye. "I love you, Rosie, why should something so pety ruin what I feel for you... and what you feel for me. I can see it in your eyes Roz. Please."

"You call him the dark lord." I whispered, confused. "that's what they call him."

"There's another Slytherin and you're fine with her." he snapped, standing up  and storming away.

"What?" I shouted after him.

"My cousin." he said blankly, and he dissapeared into the mist, leaving me on the bank of the black lake, crying because yet again, I'd let my opinions get the better of me, and I'd pushed away someone who I really did love.