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Engulfed In Darkness
2019, August 20
A young girl, whose thick, red hair was tied up neatly, held on to her mother’s hand tightly. Neither of them really stood out, and they were swallowed in the huge crowd of countless wizards and witches.
“Ah, here we are,” said her mum, as she pulled the girl into Flourish and Blotts. The place was huge, and lined with numerous bookshelves. Rose looked in awe – she had always been a bookworm, much like her mother.
“I’ll be browsing through the books if you need me, Mum,” Rose informed, elatedly jogging over to the shelves. She used a finger to inch a book out of its tight slot and was soon lost deep within the pages, enjoying the world of fiction the same way her mother would.
Being so engrossed in the book, she almost didn’t notice somebody tapping at her shoulder. She slowly looked up, to see a tall blond boy with a pointed chin, who said, “’Scuse me for a moment.” Rose immediately hopped to the side, and watched as his slender hand reached forward to pick a book, until –
She gasped. She could feel air being instantly sucked out of her lungs, and all noise around her seemed to disappear after a loud boom, leaving only silence. The eerie silence was only broken by a loud ticking noise. And gradually, her sight began failing as well, light fading from her view.
Darkness surrounded her, the ticking noise got louder and more frequent, and her breaths became shallower. The last thing she saw, was seeing a glimpse of the book cover, before blacking out.
“Rosie, let go of that.”
Rose’s eyes were quickly prised open, and the light was almost blinding. She could breathe again, and the hustle in the bookshop previously could be heard again. She was back to normal.
“Wha – what happened?” Rose stuttered, looking at her mother curiously. Hermione looked angered and afraid. Rose found herself flushed.
“What do you mean ‘what happened’? I told you to let go of that scroll, and you’ll give it to me now, Rose Weasley!” Hermione bellowed so loudly, that Rose could feel everyone staring at both of them. She looked down at the scroll in her hands.
It was a rolled-up scroll that seemed old and tattered. There was a broken wax seal, and as she turned the scroll slightly, she saw some blood red lettering forming the words, ‘Dark Arts’.
She immediately dropped the scroll in shock, and Hermione sprung forward to snatch it up. Rose looked at her hands – they were shaking.
“We’re going home,” her mother stated firmly, before grabbing her daughter’s arm and disapparating.
Cold sweat was dripping at the tips of Rose’s hair.
Her mother looked more angered. “How can you not remember anything? You’re telling me you blacked out, when I saw you walking to me with that… thing in your hands!” she snapped in disbelief. “The nerve of you, Rose Weasley! Don’t lie to me.”
Rose’s lower lip trembled in fear. “I’m not lying, Mum,” she said so softly that only she could hear herself.
Hermione shook her head in disappointment, and solemnly left the room. Rose had never been one to lie. Whenever she had done something wrong, she always admitted it. Hermione had taught Rose to be proud of the truth. What had gone wrong now?
She closed the door of her bedroom behind her and dug into her bag. She retrieved the scroll, and tempted herself to look. She had seen Rose reading it, she wasn’t sure how much Rose had read. She had to find out at least how much Rose could be affected.
She unrolled the scroll. Many lines of words filled the page. After she read the first spell, she kept the scroll and placed it on her bed. The first spell wasn’t even a dark spell. Maybe she had made too big a fuss of the entire thing. Rose could have been curious.
Believing that, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, preparing a mid-afternoon snack for Rose. She brought the tray of biscuits up the stairs, and pushed open Rose’s room. She had no free hands to knock, and instead, she used her body to get the door open.
Hermione noticed that Rose looked extremely flustered. Probably from just now, when I screamed at her, Hermione thought, dismissing the notion. She placed the tray on the table, before wheeling around and smiling to Rose.
“Have some snacks, I’m sure you’re hungry,” she said. “And I’m sorry I made such a large fuss – ”
She noticed something peeking out from under Rose’s pillow, and Hermione stopped mid-sentence. She took a few steps closer, and she noticed that Rose seemed even more afraid. As if she was hiding something.
She lifted the blanket, and took the scroll. It was the very same scroll. Rose had snuck into her bedroom and stolen the scroll from her. She was angry beyond words.
She unrolled the parchment again, only to gasp in shock.
The words on the scroll had changed. And instead of the huge chunk of words, there was a picture.
The picture showed a man being binded by imaginary ropes, and Hermione watched in horror as the man started shaking and his eye rolled to the back of his head.
Rolling the scroll immediately, Hermione couldn’t watch any further.
She had no idea what to think of it.
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