White Roses ( a scorose fanfic )

Deaths and Memories

"Do you think she's gonna wake up anytime soon?" I hear as I slowly open my eyes. Everything seems blurry but I make out three figures standing above me. "Rose, rose you awake??" says one as he waves his hand in front if my face. I suddenly feel a cold splash of water and everyone comes into focus including the one who was holding the cup. "Oi James whatdya do that for!!"

"Well you have been asleep for about three days with no explanation so I figured it was time for you to get up." He says with a smirk. I slap him playfully with a grin on my face and then his words sink in. Three days. Three freaking bloody days. I've been out for three days no explanation. No dementor's just me passing out for three days. The two other faces come into focus and I see Domi and Lil standing above me they quickly explain they Al and Scorp are currently in class along with Gwyn and Aiden. I'm informed by Madame Pomphrey that once again Mr. Malfoy refused to leave my bedside table up until Professor. McGonagall came in and physically dragged him out and to his next class after a day and a half of skipping.

Then it all comes back to me and I see black spots slip into my vision and my cousin’s voices fading further and further away until they are a dull whir in the back of my mind. Pictures begin to flit across my vision as I feel myself falling in what seems like slow motion back into my pillow it sinking beneath my head but bouncing back up.

I see my father and Aunt crying over what looks like the body of Uncle George but can’t be he's alive. Next to the body is a two bodies one of which is a woman with bright purple hair falling to her shoulders. The other a man covered in scars with lighter brown hair. Their hands are interlocked as if someone has joined them that way showing their love for each other. The man looks a lot like Teddy but older and without turquoise hair. There is a man with tears falling from his eyes his greasy hair falling in his face and a hand collecting the tears. I see a man falling of a broom and to the ground the whole time arms crossed defiantly dying in dignity.  The next thing that runs across my vision is Uncle Harry and a man whipping a cloak across Harry making him disappear. I see this same man whisper the word please but then fall paralyzed from a tower. The next vision is of a man who looks much like an older version of James but with many tattoos falling back into a veil. I see Harry screaming as a boy in Hufflepuff robes fall to the ground dead. I see the same man who fell into the veil flying away on a hippogriff but also in the distance a small rat is scurrying across the grass. There is a small house elf holding a sock who turns to Harry and whispers thank you then. Harry years later holding the house elf whom is dying and whispers the last words, “It is such a beautiful place to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friends. Harry Potter.” Uncle harry is in front of a mirror holding a stone he seems to be a first year a professor with a purple turban standing mischievously behind him. All of a sudden I see Harry as a baby in his crib and a woman standing there who looks like Lily but much older throwing herself in front of a curse.

I jolt awake tears running down my face and I see my uncle standing above me I grab him and cry. "Why are you here?" I ask him pulling away. "Your nurse said you had been screaming my name in your sleep having fainted right after you had been woken up. So I apparated to Hogsmead and walked up to the castle." he explains stroking my hair as I grip him tighter. I saw you in the visions I've been having. I tell him and explain everything I saw.
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I finish the stories I have seen. He nods tears streaming down his face. "Who were those people? You know the people that I saw die." I ask only having suspicion of who two of them were.

 “Those were people who died in the war or because of the war. They were the people we loved, the ones we cared about. In order of how you stated them this is who they were. Your Uncle Fred, Uncle Georges twin who was one of the last deaths in the war. Nymphadora Lupin or Tonks who is Teddy’s mother. Remus Lupin who is Teddy’s Father and one of my greatest mentors. Severus Snape one of Albus’s namesakes who was the bravest man who has ever lived in my eyes. Mad Eye Moody, or Alastor Moody. The strongest warrior the one who kept us training and pushed us to our limits. Albus’s Dumbledore, Al’s other namesake who was the greatest wizard to ever live. Sirius Black, James namesake. He was my godfather the man who I was closest to, my father and Remus’s best friend. A boy named Cedric Diggory who should never have died he was the kindest out of all of them A mean word never left his mouth. Dobby the house elf he died taking the knife meant to kill me. He was the most loyal trusting being I’ve ever met. The last of them was my mother, Lily Potter the first even though I never knew her I know she has always been watching over me. Those were the ones who died. There were others but these were the most significant in changing our lives.”

He finishes by now I know each and every person I saw dye, I’ve heard multiple stories of all of them and seen pictures of them. I’ve seen family members crying over these deaths and I have just relived their deaths. I cry over the people I never got a chance to meet. These were Teddy’s parents the ones he didn’t get to grow up with. It was my uncle the one I never got to meet, Georges other half. It was Sirius the man Uncle Harry says we would have loved. Albus Dumbledore the man who invented the twelve uses for dragon blood one of which was that it could be used in explosive pranks. He had only ever told my Uncle George this. All of them were so important towards winning this war, I wish now more than ever that I could have met them. Uncle Harry whispers goodbye and plants a kiss on my cheek. He knows I want my privacy right now.

I cry in silence for a while before I feel the strong arms wrap around me. I inhale and smell the mixture of pine needles and mint with a lingering hint of musky cologne.  I relax into the grip and cry even harder knowing that there were some who had survived that battle. Those my Uncle and parents had saved. I know that these arms would not be around me if my Uncle had left his enemy in the flames to die. The arms around me tighten and I feel his tears fall into my hair. I know my Uncle had searched and brought him to me explaining why I was in a state like this, explaining what I had seen. It takes a few minutes but I finally do calm down.

Picking my head up I look at Scorpius. “I want to find that map. Get James to help us find it. I want to find the marauders map and stir up some mischief around here. That will definitely make me feel better.” He laughs and looks down at me. “Anything to cheer you up Rosie. I there any specific reason for stirring up this mischief?” “I would like to honor my Uncle Fred who died in the war and two of the creators of the map Sirius Black and Remus Lupin who also died in the war. These were the first and second generation marauders and now we are the third. Let’s make this third generation the generation no one will forget.”

So this was supposed to be longer and include the mischief part but since this part is allllloooooot longer than I expected and since I am very evil I decide to split it up into two parts! Well here is this part love you guys!!!!!!