Hopes and Time turners

Bluebell

I screamed. I didn't know what else to do! The figure in black turned to me and lifted its wand. I dodged the killing curse it sent at me, but only barely. I ran into the girls dorms and put on some trainers. I ran to the window and jumped out. 

I hit the ground with a loud thud. I had fallen off my broom enough in quidditch that I could sustain a landing like that. I ran to the great hall. 

When I got there, most people were still dancing, and I had noticed that my mum was there. This was really important so I didn't stop running when I hit the great hall. I grabbed professor McGonagall and said, "Murder... Gryffindor common room... will explain more later... follow me...." 

She followed me to the portrait hole and I opened it. The first sight to greet us was Bluebell, dead on the floor. I started crying again, and Professor McGonagall did too. My mum and dad must have seen me get professor McGonagall, because a few seconds later they were in the common room as well. 

When they arrived, the first thing they did was look at me crying my eyes out next to Bluebell's body. My mum sat next to me and hugged me before saying, "Rose I'm so sorry." I hugged her back and didn't stop crying. 

After a little while, my uncle Harry was there, checking for physical evidence as to who the killer was. He turned to me and said, "Rose, I am sorry, but you are going to have to tell us exactly what happened." I opened my mouth and the story tumbled out. 

By the end my mum's face was wet with tears and my dad was angry. Very angry. 

The worst part was seeing Bluebell's mother. She looked at her daughter and cried when she did. My mum and Lavender were never really friends, but my Mum softened at this. I cried again. 

Bluebell's funeral was a week after she was killed. The service was a blur of tears and hugs from Scorpius trying to calm me down. The daily prophet got the scoop on me watching her die, so when I started crying the people around me were sympathetic. Uncle Harry was especially sympathetic because he had gone through something similar. 

Sleeping was not fun for the next few months. In between the torture nightmares, scar dreams and watching Bluebell die, I never got more than two hours of sleep per night. Alice noticed this and every time I woke up in the middle of the night for whatever reason, she would also wake up, and she wouldn't go back to sleep before she knew I was alright. 

I probably never would have survived without Albus, Scorpius and Alice. 

I also visited Hagrid  a couple of times, and he helped quite a bit. By March, I was doing okay. Not great, but okay. Professor Longbottom, as head of Gryffindor house, had to speak at her memorial service at the school. The emotions hit me again, and I kept on crying. 

Life went on. I visited Bluebell's grave often, to kind of say sorry in a way. April came, bringing warmer weather and happier times. The ghosts were all chattering about how they were excited for the summer holidays, because this year had been... well... eventful, to say the least. 

It was around April 30th when it happened. Me, Albus and Scorpius were spending time studying in the library, per my request. Albus had never had an O for four years and I was determined to change that. 

"Rose?"
"yeah?"
"where was quidditch invented?"
"Lancashire."
"Thank you."

Right then he was finishing his history of magic essay about the history of quidditch. I looked at Scorpius, who was very into his essay on goblin history. My teenage girl hormones made me want to kiss him, but I stopped myself. 

Just then I heard some whispering. Albus and Scorpius didn't notice, so I took off toward the whispering. The voices were hurried and quiet. "The breakout is scheduled tonight?" 

"Yes, she will be breaking people out. The mark is burning."

"Excellent."

My scar gave one of the worst throbs of pain it ever had done. I bit my palm to stop myself from screaming. I also grabbed a nearby bookshelf with the other hand to support myself. My eyes were streaming. 

They left, but my scar didn't stop hurting. 

In fact, it got worse. 

I heard footsteps behind me, but the pain was so hard to bear that I just fell over. I saw a smudgy black figure approach me. 

I blacked out.