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I'll Be Seeing You by DeathCabForCutie
Chapter 17 : To Hell and Back
 
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You wanna know what’s the worst part of realizing you’re a complete and total idiot? It’s that even though you’ve come to that conclusion and can prevent yourself from any further stupidity you still were dumb ass in the first place. What is with him? Why does just standing within a few feet of him make me lose all common sense?! I was furious with myself. Not only did he leave like he always did but I knew it was going to happen and I just let it happen! There I was, stupid, stupid me, falling for every single one of his deceitful words without even bothering to put a fight. Here I was; this pathetic woman that couldn’t have the stones to just stop herself from kissing a man. Why was I so weak?







The worst part wasn’t just that he left me, yet again. It wasn’t that I had made the mistake of trusting him, yet again. It was that the minute he was gone and out of sight, it started raining. Not the fast kind of rain that instantly created puddles, but instead the fat, rain that could go on for hours. It really brought up the mood. Since I had no idea how long I’d been by the shrieking shack I didn’t realize how late it was. By the time I reached the edge of Hogsmede all carriages had already left. So I was left to walk back to the castle in damp shoes and a now see through top. I was shivering and shaking by the time I got back. It seems I’ve left all my dignity back in Hogsmede. The hospital wing was close so I thought I’d visit Charlie. I knew that if I tried to go back to my dorm looking like this I would run into someone and I wasn’t in the mood. Charlie wouldn’t judge. She was awake when I got there. Her curly springs of hair were pulled back off her face in a loose bun and her face looked a million times better. Which was surprising considering I’d only saw her a few hours before. I pulled out my wand and took out little bags from my pockets. I simply tapped them with my wand and they grew to normal size and shook off the water residue.







She raised her eyebrows, “How hard is it raining?”

“It’s not raining hard.” I told her simply searching through my Honeydukes bag for her sweats. “I just had to walk back.”

“Damn,” She frowned. “What did you lose track of time?”

I handed her, her pink coconut ice. “Something like that.

“I thought you said you weren’t dropping by until tomorrow…”

She was being oddly observant today. “Yeah well I didn’t want to walk back to my dorm like this…”

“You could have used a charm.”

Yes I could have but by the time the thought occurred to me I was perfectly happy with my outsides matching my insides. “I didn’t feel like it.”

“You wanted to walk in the rain, by yourself, for a mile?” Her voice was full of disbelief.

“I just needed to clear my head.”

She gave me a look. “Couldn’t you do that dry?”

I sighed and sat down in the chair next to her. “You know when your life sucks and you just completely hit rock bottom?”

“Yeah?”

I stretched out my legs and slumped down in my chair until I was almost laying down. “It’s like there’s rock bottom, then fifty feet of crap and then there’s me.”

She adjusted herself so she could fully face me. “What’s wrong?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing with my life.” I said surprising myself with the force of the honesty in that statement.

“Regarding what? School? Family? Future career? Sports? Boys?”

“You name it I have it…well I guess not really with school. It’s weird Aunt Ginny’s staying all year but other than that…”

She tilted her head slightly. “Well…I’m going to knock out sports because though you have a game coming up I know that wouldn’t cloud your head….Future career could be a factor but I don’t get that vibe off of you.”

“The vibe?”

“The I-have-blank-amount-of-months-until-I-leave-and-I’m-freaking-out franticness vibe.”

I snorted at her, loving her explanation. “Yeah it’s not that.”

“Then process of elimination leads us to boys.” She mused softly. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just sick of them…Why can’t they just pick a team? Like me or don’t. Date me or don’t. Just choose!”

She nodded. “Uh huh and who are we talking about?”

My lips tightened together. “Can’t say.”

“Ooooh. I do love a forbidden romance!” She grinned excitedly. “So what’s the problem?”

“He’s a complete asshole….some days he avoids me and pretends I don’t even exist and the next day he’s all hot and heavy…” I let out a sigh. “It’s like he’s bi-freaking-polar.”

“Ever think there’s a reason he can’t stay away?”

“Like what?!”

She scrunched her face up in thought. “I don’t know…”

“Well whatever it is. I’m done!” I announced throwing my hands in the air for effect. “I can’t keep track of how I’m supposed to act anymore!”

Charlie giggled at my frustration. “You say that now…”

“No I mean that now.”

“Whatever.” Charlie snorted in disbelief. “I bet you twenty gallons by Sunday you’ll change your mind.”

I let out a soft whine. “You think I’m that scatter brained?”

“No,” She gave me a secretive smile, one of those smiles where I could tell she knew more than she would tell me. “I think you just can’t find it in yourself to let it go.”

“Yeah,” I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes. “I keep trying but every time I do it’s like I can’t…Even when I manage to get him out of my head for a few hours then he just pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly in a completely different mind set of when I just saw him!”

Charlie smiled brightly and put her hand on mine. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Before I kill him?” I questioned half serious, “I swear if he doesn’t just pick a damn team…”

“You’ll figure it out. I promise.”

I shook my head and tilted my head towards her. “Enough about me. I’m tired of my own problems. How are you? What’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Her face fell and her honey eyes lost a bit of their warmth. “Clyde didn’t do it but I remembered something.”

“What?” I sat up straight and took her hand. “What do you remember?”
“He had dark hair and he was taller than me, like a three inches.”

I starred at her, “My heightish?”

“Yeah…but there was something about the way he did it too…” Her face scrunched up as she tried to work through her thoughts. “Like it wasn’t personal. I was just in his way.”

“Charlie?” I started in a hesitant whisper, “I need you to be straight with me. Did Clyde hit you when you broke up or did you really go flying?”

She looked away, “He grabbed my arm, we were arguing and as I was jerking away I said something nasty to him and he just snapped…After he hit me, his face was stunned. He let go of me and just starred at his hand like it betrayed him.”

“So he was trying to apologize when you asked for my help?”

“He said he just wanted to talk to me but I didn’t want to hear his apology and I knew…” She blinked back tears, “I know. That despite what he did he loved me and…he didn’t mean to do it.”






I leaned back in my chair and let my mind spin. Clyde wasn’t the one that beat her. Clyde was there to save her. Clyde wasn’t fleeing from the scene. He was running for help. Which raised the question; who would attack Charlie? I tried to think of her enemies but I could think of no legitimate threat.






“Charlie… who do you think did it?”

She shrugged loosely, “I have no idea. I mean the only person who doesn’t like me is Bethany…”

My eyebrows furrowed together. “Bethany? Why doesn’t she like you?”

“I have no idea. I mean she dated Clyde before me but that was awhile ago-!”

“MS. WEASLEY!” Madame Promfrey roared furiously almost flying across the room. “It is 1:30 in the morning!”

I rose guiltily, “I was just-

“LEAVING!” She finished for me feistily, “Was it you that left that lake of water trailing in here?!”

I frowned, the guilt spreading. “Um well-“

“UM WELL NOTHING!” She shouted pushing me out the door. “This patient needs rest! Not constant late night visits! I expect better out of a former prefect and current head girl Ms. Weasley!” And with that she slammed the Hospital wing and locked the door.











I was happy it was late because there was nobody to stop me from thinking my thoughts through.







There was a string. I could feel it. I don’t know how but it just seemed like there was a connection. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe I needed to think there was a method behind all of this so it would make sense but there was something inside of me saying I was missing something. Like there was something I was over looking that was so obvious…



 




Pushing down on my bottom lip with my front teeth I felt insane. There was something going on. I knew it from my core but until I could prove it I wasn’t going to let it go anymore. No guy would half-hazardly attack Charlie for no reason. There was a motivation behind it involving Bethany and I would look for answers.




 



The common room was empty as usual but I wasn’t exactly shocked. Scorpius wasn’t the type to wait for me to catch up or actually wait for me at all. I stumbled upstairs, my body shaking from exhaustion. I need sleep so badly but as I reached my door I wasn’t worried. As soon as I hit my bed out I was out.












“Do you think she’s dead?” Leighton whispered with a snicker as my arm was nudged.

“Nah, she’s still breathing.” Livi muttered, “Look she’s drooling…”

I turned away to get away from their voices but that just made them laugh harder.

“Guys let her sleep.” Annabella pleaded half heartedly.

“It is one o’clock Bells,” Livi reasoned, “If we don’t wake her up she will drift in a coma.”






Even though I was already partially awake I still fought the urge to just sit up and talk to them. I wanted to go back to sleep. It felt so good in my cocoon of happiness. I didn’t want to leave the safety and comfort of my fluffy pillows and blankets but Livi wasn’t going to give me a choice. I went from behind buried under bedding to be dangling from the air by my ankles. Now if this was my first time being in this position I would have screamed but since I’d been waken this time by even my own family members I just groaned.






“WHHHHHHY?!” I spat at Livi hatefully.

She shrugged completely unfazed. “You missed breakfast and if you don’t move your ass you’ll miss lunch.”

“Then let me down.”

Livi let out a long sigh and took her time taking out her wand. So Leighton scoffed and did it herself. “Here Rose,” She swished her wand and I flopped onto my bed.

“I’ll be down in a minute let me change.” I muttered wiping the sleep from my eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” Livi told me threateningly. “Or I will come up here again.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m so scared,” I drawled sarcastically before shutting my door.






I moved into the bathroom and pulled on my uniform. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair and was about to leave when I realized…it was Saturday. I laughed at my own stupidity and searched for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. It was October 25th and as of this morning no longer t-shirt weather. Livi was waiting outside of my room with a stopwatch; she clicked it as soon as I opened the door.





“That took you,” She glanced down at the watch condescendingly, “Two minutes and twelve seconds.”

I leaned against the doorway with my eyebrows raised. “And you’re point is?”

“Move it Weasley,” She ordered, completely ignoring my question.

“What’s the hurry?”

“Look, I don’t ask you why you do you things you do. So why don’t we just keep it simple. You follow me and I won’t make you.”

I eyed her oddly but trudged down my stairwell submissively. “I don’t know what you’re on but I think Annabella needs to have a look on your intake-“






Albus’s mere presence at the bottom of my staircase cut me off. “Rose.”

“Why…” I looked from Livi’s psychotic hovering to Albus’s nervous looking face. “What’s going on?”

“I think you should come down here.” Albus said softly.

I walked down to him and saw Hugo sitting on my common room couch. “What the hell is going on? Why are you all here? Where’s Leighton and Anna?”

Livi frowned, “They didn’t read the paper. So I told them I’d get you and we’d meet you in the Great Hall.”

“What’s in the paper?”






All three of them shared a look that made my insides drop like I was on a roller coaster ride. I saw today’s edition of the Daily Prophet sticking out of Albus’s pocket. He might have tried to move it out of my reach but my seeker reflexes were too quick for him. I snatched the paper and brought it up to my eyes.







Since Minerva McGonagall’s retirement in early 2015, the ministry has been hard pressed to find a suitable replacement. When former student and then transfiguration teacher Dean Thomas was hired many concerned parents raised questions to his abilities.

Algery Hammonds, age 42, remarked, “I always thought he was too young. How can he run a school when he has hardly lived himself?”
Hammond’s complaint has been recently proven correct by the recent act of violence at Hogwarts School this semester.

“We are looking into it but we have no concrete suspects as to who is behind these attacks,” Head Auror and legend Harry Potter, age 43, responded to reporters.

Despite what Potter’s reply there’s been report’s that Scorpius Malfoy; son of ex Death Eater Draco Malfoy has been called into questioning.
“I can’t give information as to who is being looked at for this investigation,” Potter continued.

Scorpius Malfoy, age 17, was appointed to the position of Prefect his fifth year and Head Boy his seventh year by none other than Headmaster Thomas.

“It just goes to show that his judgment is off,” Hammond said, “Who would put a known Death Eater’s son in a position of power at Hogwarts? A position where he’s in charge of other student’s and has to answer to no one?”

Thomas has-










I stopped reading. “What does this have to do with why you are here?”

“Dad’s here,” Hugo mumbled, “So is Uncle Harry. They’ve taken him away to question him in Thomas’s office.”

“Why?”

Albus scoffed, “What do you mean why? Because he’s guilty Rose. He’s the only one with the access and he couldn’t give them an albi.”

“So, what do you think you three are doing?”

Livi snorted, because apparently it was obvious to everyone but me. “Guarding you of course. His low level friends might start sniffing around you to get back at your dad for arresting their buddy.”












I brushed past Hugo in a flash with them hot on my heels. I was beyond logic. All I could think of was I had to get to him. I told the gargoyle the password and I bolted up the steps but for some reason I stopped outside the door. It wasn’t magic that was holding me back. It was my pride. It was all the times he’d left me. It was all the times he’d turned cold on me. I heard the voices inside grow louder and I heard my father’s voice rise.






“Malfoy just tell us where you were the day of Flitwick’s murder!”

His voice was dead, like to bear emotion would betray his very soul. “I don’t remember.”

My uncle’s voice whispered something and I pictured him pulling my father back, calming him. “If you are lying we will be back and you better remember an alibi by then.” He moved away and came bursting through the door with his hand firm on my father’s upper arm.

“Rose? What are you doing here?” My uncle questioned me suspiciously before leading us down the stairwell.

“I …” I failed to think of a reason. “I think he’s innocent.”

My father gave me a look as if to say, are you really my daughter?
I shrugged it off and tried to keep my voice casual, “He always got high grades in charms. Why would he want to off Flitwick?”

“We can’t discuss a case with you Ro,” Uncle Harry told me simply before halting in front of his own son. “What are you three doing here?”

Livi was more than ready to supply an answer. Her face fixed and her jaw set. “We were following her.”





All five of them, as if a signal went off in their brains instantaneously, moved to stare, wide mouthed at me. I felt like a bug on microscope. I, however didn’t have the fortune to be dead when this occurred.






“What?”

Albus frowned and crossed his arms, “You’re acting weird.”

“No, I’m not.” I pushed past them and continued walking.

My father caught up to me. “Hey.” His eyes were back to their trusting blue selves. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He looked at me worriedly. “You’re mother thinks you’re mad at her.”

It was like I was toddler in a time out bin. “Well I’m not. I just don’t have anything to write about.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Why were you yelling at him?” I fired back snappily, “He didn’t do anything.”

That struck a cord because his whole body became rigid. “And how do you know that?”

“Because I know him…He’s an asshole Slythern but he wouldn’t kill anybody.”

“Look,” He whispered grabbing my shoulders, “I don’t know where all this aggression is coming from.”

I dug my back teeth into my gums to prevent me from spilling it all. “I just…I’m sick of being babied. I don’t want to owl mum.”

“Fine,” He lowered his hands and shifted his gaze. “Be that way.”


 




And he stalked off without so much as a glance back.












Livi eyed me in between bites and dropped her voice. “So…When are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

“It was nothing.” I lied poorly, shoving a sandwich in my mouth roughly.

“Ah huh…” She glowered at me.

I glanced at Leighton and saw she was doing the same thing. I glared at them both. “Can you two just back off for an hour or two?”

“Oh yeah of course,” Livi said in a fake pleasing voice, “We aren’t the one acting bipolar.”

I shook my head and looked down at my food dejectedly. “Just sod off.”






I zoned out as people buzzed in conversation around me. I didn’t try and listen to any of them but one pair was almost determined for everyone to hear the conversation. Emily Batterbee, a dumb, whorey, bleach blonde was the leader with her disciple and even dumber friend, Cecile Ferris at her side.






“-I heard she went to third base.” Emily gossiped loudly. “And Zack dumped her the last night at Hogsmede because she wasn’t good enough.”

Cecile giggled, her annoying high-pitched voice reaching new octaves of pain. “Yeah I hear Weasley’s a total slut. She probably would have gone father.”

My blood boiled as I felt myself shake with rage.
“Yeah!” Cecile exclaimed, “She totally would. She’s sooo desperate.

A furious flush broke out on my skin as I stared at the bread-splattered knife on my plate.

“So pathetic!” Emily snickered viciously, knowing half the table was now listening.












Getting some rationality I got up to leave. I wasn’t going to fight over something so stupid. They were trying to get me mad and they were good at it. It took so much self-control to force myself to get up. All I could see was flashes of me beating her head against the table repeatedly. Instead I went outside and sat by the lake. Maybe I was hoping the soothing water would relax me for the choice of location. But the longer I sat there the more I realized it was more likely that a mermaid would pop out of the water and give me sage like advice on my life. Which I would love at this point! I mean then again who wouldn’t love that? A mermaid, glorious and shimmering to appear and tell me why my life had turned into this black hole of chaos would be such a nice relief. She would flip her perfectly conditioned hair and tell me in a knowing tone exactly what to do.





But no such creature appeared so I was left to sulk with only my sparkling thoughts for company. Until-





“Rose?” Zack questioned, his hands in his pockets.

“That’s me.” I scoffed back in a fake cherry tone.

He frowned and sat down next to me. “I’m sorry about Emily and-“

“Her demon follower?” I interjected wryly. “It’s not your fault.”

“Actually…” He grimaced guiltily, scratching the back of his neck. “It is.”

I turned sharply. “I don’t follow.”

“Rosalie….” He blinked furiously, “She got jealous when she saw us together so…”

“She leaked the information to Emily.” I finished shaking my head.

He looked out at the water darkly. “I told her we’re done.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“Yes I did.” He told me, his gaze straying to mine. “You’re my friend Rose. I can’t be with someone who would do something like that to someone I care about.”

I swooned slightly and put my weight into the tree behind me. “They don’t make them like you anymore Zack.”

He grinned, “Yeah well. Too much of a good thing you know.”

I laughed and pushed his arm. “Ass.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“What?”

He shrugged, “If me and you hadn’t met other people…”

“Yeah,” I smiled, “I have and believe me. I wish we hadn’t. I wouldn’t mind putting up with you.”

“Guess we didn’t really get a choice though.”

“Feels like that sometimes doesn’t it?”

“I tried to kiss you the other night.” He admitted looking away from me.

My memory flashed back to the club. “I know…”

“You knew?”

I nodded solemnly. “Yeah…. but I knew I was in love with someone else and I couldn’t lead you on like that.”

“I’m glad we didn’t.” He let out breath, “It would have made all of this just ten times more complicated.”

I let out quiet sigh. “I wish I would have eaten more…”

“Come on,” He stood and picked me up to my feet. “Let’s hit the kitchens.”





We didn’t stay in the kitchens long. We got a snack and hung out in the Gryffindor dorms. When I was talking to him I was able to repress my problems. Ignore the scene I’d made this morning, shut out the words Emily and Cecile had said and… just be. When it was coming close to eight I had to say goodbye. Tonight I had patrol duty and I wasn’t keen on a lecture for tardiness.






“Today was nice,” I smiled before hugging him.

He grinned at me. “It was. We should hang out more often.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” I winked walking out.












The way they keep up on who’s on patrol and who skipped is pretty simple. I go into Cabot’s classroom, sign my name on the paper and magically the time appears beside it. For patrol we use the honor code if someone signs the paper and doesn’t actually do the shift we trust they do or they usually get caught. I’ve never missed a shift.





I started on the third floor then went up. By the time I completely checked all the upper floors it was nearing eleven. I moved faster so I wouldn’t be stuck out later than I needed to be. The dungeons were my second to last stop. Though it was the lowest floor I still had to check to grounds to make sure no one was out there either. So, unenthusiastically I headed to the dungeons, hoping that for once all the Slythern’s would be sleeping innocently with their squeaky clean halos. One can only hope.






It was a fast check. The potion’s classroom was locked; I unlocked it to find it empty. No one was walking around and there was no sign of any problems so I was about to head back when I saw a flash of a cloak pass my the corner of the hall into hallway that was never used. Instinctively, I pulled out my wand and investigated. There were voices but they were too quiet to understand or recognize. I discreetly walked to the open room, holding my breath as I tried not to make a sound. It seemed I had no choice in the matter. Someone grabbed me from behind and before I could fight him off he clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the room I was about to enter just seconds prior.





I was terrified but I couldn’t move. I tried to kick, punch, or do something, anything really to fight him but I couldn’t. My actions were not in my own control anymore. The man who held me in an unbreakable grip had all the power. I screamed when I saw who it was but it was muffled by my captors massive hand.






“Well hello Weasley,” Lestrange sneered, leaning his body against the wall. “You must be wondering what I want with you.”

I glared at him with all the hate I possessed but it was no use. I could do nothing.

“The problem is I don’t have the time to explain.” He sighed with an air of boredom. “I have other things that require my attention.”

Like what? Miss Michigan? I wanted to fire back but I couldn’t.

“I’ll be outside,” He lowered his voice and gestured to the man holding me. “Make sure she doesn’t make too much noise. Just beat her up enough to make an impact.”












Like fucking hell. This was not happening. It was like a slow motion horror story and there was no way in hell I was going to be the screaming victim, helpless and stupid. Yet again I didn’t get a choice in that either. He threw me hard against the floor and kicked me hard in the stomach. I let out a gasp of pain but I couldn’t do anything. It was like a force field was stopping me from fighting back. I focused everything I had to fight as he kicked and punched every inch of me. Then the spell wore off. It wasn’t all the way gone but I was able to move.






He picked me up and was about to start hitting me against the wall. I had power over my own body and I was sure as hell using it. I swiftly elbowed him in the solar plexus and stomped on his foot as hard as I could. He let out a furious groan of pain allowing me an opening to punch him as hard as I could in the nose. Then, before I could let my own pain set in I kneed him in the groin as hard as I could. He went down all right but I was more concerned with my hand. I was pretty sure I broke it. I grabbed my wand out of my pocket and grabbed his. I was prepared to knock out anybody who came at me. What I wasn’t prepared to see was Scorpius.



 



“Are you okay?!” His face wasn’t masked he looked from me to the guy on the floor and his face was murderous. “What the fuck happened?! Never mind. Let’s get you out of here.” He scooped his hand under my arm to support my waist. I was glad, I couldn’t stop shaking and everything was spinning.



 



He half-carried me outside where Lestrange just happened to come walking by. Scorpius rested me against the wall like a rag doll, picked Lestrange up by the cuff of his shirt and slammed him violently against the wall. I’d never seen him so angry.


 



“Malfoy! If you don’t get your hands off of me-!”

Scorpius scoffed darkly, “You’ll what? I’d like to hear in your most condescending voice what you plan on doing to me Damien.”

Lestrange didn’t say anything. His beady little eyes showed clearly how petrified he was. “Look-!”

“Don’t say another word.” He growled venomously, “If I so much as see you look at her….” Scorpius’s jaw tightened threateningly. “I will break every single bone in your body.”

“Scor-“

DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!”

“Yes,” He gulped timidly.

Scorpius let him go before decking him in the face with more strength than necessary.

“You broke my bloody jaw!”

“Come on,” Scorpius whispered holding his hand out to me.



 



I looked away from him ashamed. I didn’t have the strength to pick myself up. I used any strength I had left. He seemed to understand. Carefully he bent down. I thought he was going to help me up but instead he scooped up my knees with one arm and circled his arm around the small of my back with other, cradling me into him. I was so tired. My ribs were burning, my hand was swollen and my face was bruised. Tears, unwilling escaped from my eyes. He must have seen because he stopped walking and gently brushed his lips on my forehead. I could have sworn he said he loved me but I was too weak to know for sure. Then...I was gone.










Authors Note:



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