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Rumor Has It by DeathCabForCutie
Chapter 15 : No Light
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“There’s an old saying about those who cannot remember the past being condemned to repeat it. But those of us who refused to forget the past are condemned to relive it.”

-ABC’s Revenge-

“Weasley,” He groaned. “Where are you taking me?”

“Space,” I told him dismissively as I dragged him through the castle back to our dorm.

“Seriously. Where?”


I ignored him and snatched a handful of floo powder and threw it in the fire.


“We have to ask to leave ground Rose.”

“What are they going to do?” I scoffed at him dismissively. “We aren’t going to a brothel.”

“Oh really? Well I guess that’s one idea down.” He drawled sarcastically.

I gave him a look. “Look, do you want to know or not?”


“Then shut up and take my hand.”

His hand gripped my own as we walked into the fire. “Godric’s Hollow, Potter Mansion.”


My uncle was never really a big talker; then again no one really could get in a word with my mother in the room. But when I saw him sitting in his chair in the living room I didn’t think of that. All I remembered was a man who would take me and Albus to get ice cream when Aunt Ginny was out and take us to Quidditch games when we were too small to see above the stands. Uncle Harry, of course would take turns putting us on his shoulders. As I walked through his study with Scorpius in tow, I felt the day hanging on my shoulders. It would be okay, I told myself. Uncle Harry always knows what to do.


“Uncle Harry?” I called walking through the kitchen to the open the living room.

“Rose?” My Uncle questioned walking in from the living room bewildered. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“We have a problem and we need your help.”

His green eyes grew wide. “Please, please tell me you’re not pregnant.”

Hell no!” I spat back horrified, stepping away from Scorpius. “No, no no no no.”

“Okay,” He let out a breath. “Good…So why are you two here then?”


I glanced over at Scorpius uneasily and he began to explain. He told my uncle about all the coincidences and how something I don’t think I can fully explain how truly uncomfortable it was to lean against my aunt’s wooden cabinets as a boy tells my uncle that he has feelings for me. My eyes were glued to a particular spot of dirt I recall my aunt was unable to rid of. Probably was something James did. He never seemed to be able to color in the lines. As I focused away from the conversation next to me, I jumped when Scorpius elbowed me to get my attention.




“He told us to follow him.”

I nodded distantly, “Yeah…yeah.”


Uncle Harry walked with us back through the kitchen to his study where we came in. “Now what do you think could have happened?”

“I don’t know, but Hugo knows.”

“I’ll be right back. You two stay put.” He told us before going into the fireplace and flooing to god knows where.

I sat in the armchair next to fire. “He’s probably going to get a mental health specialist so he can commit us.”

“Well he can take you, but he can’t take me.”

“If you think I’m going down and not taking you down with me you deserve to be committed.” I told him half-seriously.

His icy eyes turned on me, suddenly completely serious. “What if there’s something wrong with us?”

“There isn’t. We wouldn’t both be going through the exact same thing.”


I had the urge to grab his hand. To hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. I didn’t. We were fucked up enough without me adding to it, especially if Uncle Harry was bringing a relative back with him. Scorpius started pacing and running his hand through his hair. Then he suddenly stopped at a picture.


“Is this you?”

I frowned. “Hold it up.”

He did and my whole face went red. “Uh…”

“It is isn’t it?” He laughed sitting next to me with the picture in his hand. “Who’s the boy?”

“Lewis Longbottom.”

“Didn’t you use to have a huge crush on him?”

I glowered at him. I couldn’t believe moments earlier I had considered trying to make him feel better. “You really want to go there?”


Adjusting my sitting position, I gave him a look. “Joan Marrow.”

He feigned hurt. “Is that all you’ve got? She was hot. Better be turned down by a hot older chick that’s way out of my league in the first place. Longbottom was older but he was definitely in your league.”

“What is that supposed to insinuate?” I snapped easily. “That you are in a higher league then me?”

“Of course I am. Have you seen my hair?”

I rolled me eyes incredulously. “What? You think bleach adds to your market value?”


We could have gone on for hours, but thankfully Uncle Harry came back with Hugo in tow. Hugo looked horrified and it wasn’t hard to see why. I don’t think Hugo ever thought he would be dragged into this. He could have known better. When one Weasley is involved they’re all involved.


“Now, It’s ten o’clock. I have work in seven hours and I really don’t want to involve your father if I don’t have to. So why don’t you just tell Mr. Malfoy and Rose what spell, jinx or curse you and my son placed on them so I can get to sleep?” Uncle Harry told him plainly as he sat down in the chair across from me.

“I didn’t do anything!” Hugo raised his hands defensively.

Scorpius and I shared a look. “Yes,” I started cuttingly. “But you know who did, now out with it.”

Hugo looked up at the sky in a, ‘why me?’ gesture before grabbing the pensive from the corner and placing it in the corner of the room. “For the record I didn’t do anything wrong.” He declared before Uncle Harry used his wand to take Hugo’s memories.


Giving Scorpius a nervous look, I pressed my face into the basin. I thought, what could it hurt?

We fell into a memory of Hugo’s that seemed fairly recent until I noticed Hugo’s haircut. This must have been mid-January. He was on his way to the library when he saw a huge crowd. Being the nosy Weasley boy he is, he swiftly turned on his heel and joined the group. I watched as his eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him.


I wasn’t short but for once I had difficultly seeing. So I moved through the people and stopped dead.


There I was, off the ground, in Scorpius Malfoy’s arms having the life snogged out of me.


“WHAT?!” I scoffed. “But why would-?”


Then the image changed to me talking to Hugo in the hallway.


"So I think it's time we talked." Hugo told me swiftly.


"You and Malfoy."

I let out a groan of frustration, my face scrunched up in annoyance. "
Really? You have nothing else you could possibly talk to me about? How about your love life or how you're doing in school. Or generally you?"

"We never talked about it in the first place." He pointed out.

"Because I don't want to!" I felt like ripping my hair out. "God! My whole life doesn't revolve around who I'm dating!"



It changed again to us holding hands in the coridoors, and hanging out in the library. As the memories changed I saw something else that was shifting as well. At first it was clear that we were doing it for show by the way we were going out of our ways to kiss in front of Rachel. But then Hugo started seeing us when it was clear we didn’t know anyone was watching. There were things that just were ...different about us. Like how my eyes lit up when I was with him or how my voice changed when I talked about him. The funny thing was I saw Scorpius’s behavior change too. He subtly switched from being rude and arrogant to be playful and loving. Instead of making hurtful jabs he would lightheartedly tease me. When the next memory flashed up I was still taken aback, but my jaw dropped as I watched Hugo run up to my father.


“What’s dad-“ I started but didn’t finish. My questioned died as I saw my own unconscious form on the floor and my father pointing a wand at Scorpius.


Scorpius’s hands were in the air. His eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them. His face was full of panic, “Mr. Weasl-“


“DAD!” Hugo yelled attempting to stop him, but it was too late. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

He said nothing to his only son. Ronald Weasley, calmly walked away as if nothing happened at all.


The next memory popped up and I was saddened to find it contained Albus.


“If you want to sneak around with your Slytherin slut fine, but if you tell Rose or Malfoy anything I’ll tell your father.” Albus threatened easily.

Hugo looked at a loss for words as he leaned on the bookshelf behind him.

“I don’t know why you look so guilty.” Albus scoffed harshly, “Look you believe in all that true love stuff don’t you? Well if they really love each other than they will fall in love again.”

Hugo’s face fell. “What if they don’t?

“Then they weren’t supposed to be together.” Albus’s face turned disgustingly earnest. “Look I’m doing her a favor. He doesn’t deserve her and maybe this way she will figure that out on her own.”


Landing back on the floor, i backed up into the chair. Shock. I was in complete and utter shock. I was shocked at my brother. I was shocked at my cousin. I was shocked with my father. And more importantly I was shocked at myself.

I just sat there, with my mouth dumbly hanging open with absolutely nothing to say. As someone who prided them self on always having a quick snappy response, I was lost. Scorpius didn’t have the same problem. He was on his feet on an instant.


“And you what?! Sat there and let us look like idiots?!” He barked at Hugo furiously. “Our parent’s fought an entire war on the basis of eradicate stereotypes and what are you doing? Running around with your bastard cousin reinforcing them?!”

Hugo’s face displayed perfect guilt as he hung his head. “I was going to say something-“

“When?” I piped up, furious tears surfacing in my eyes. “It’s March tomorrow! It’s been two weeks and you’ve said nothing to me!”

Hugo stood up, “I’m sorry,” and flooed back to school before anyone could stop him. Scorpius scowled, and without saying another word stepped into the fire and left.


I don’t know where he went, but I had a feeling I shouldn’t follow him. My hands grew cold and shaky as I starred after him miserably.


“Your father is my best friend and brother in law, but…” Uncle Harry struggled for an explanation, breaking the silence. “He tends to overreact to things he doesn’t like.”

I glared at him wholeheartedly. “Overreact?! He didn’t even tell me to stop Scorpius or ban me like a normal parent! He erased my memory!” I screamed. “Isn’t that illegal?”

“Yes. It is, but why don’t you stop and think before you-“

“NO! I’m never going to speak to him again. It’s not about the guy! It’s about what my father did! It’s about what he had the nerve to think he had the right to decide for me! I’m seventeen fucking years old! There is no reason that he can do this to me! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”


He just sat there, baffled. His black hair was graying at the edges and I saw his deep worry lines growing by the second. My poor godfather hadn’t signed up for this when he agreed to take the job. I’m sure he assumed he would just take me to some Quidditch games, get me cool birthday presents and by me ice cream. Dealing with the fact that his best friend for over twenty years just went off the deep end was a little more than Uncle Harry was prepared for. Sitting up straighter, he adjusted his glasses and sighed.


“Rose, I suggest you go back to your dorm and cool off. You can write him any hateful letter you want, but promise you won’t go see him.”

“WHY?! He deserves a good kick in groin from me!” I spat back.

He nodded, “Understandable, but why don’t you step back and wait? Give it three days and I’ll have him in your Headmasters office. By then can have all your arguments planned and then I can talk to your mum. Okay?”

If it was anyone else asking I’d tell them to shove it…”

“Yes, but I’m not anybody else. Now please, go back, go to sleep and I’ll owl you in the morning okay?”

I blinked and looked around. “Where’s Aunt Ginny anyway?”

“She’s in Belgium for the game Belgium versus France.” He pulled me to my feet, “My money’s on Belgium.”

Rolling my eyes, my jaw grew tight. “Ah huh.”

“We’ll square this away, don’t worry kiddo.” Uncle Harry pulled me into a light hug. “Be good.”

Walking to the fireplace, I said, “Hypocrite.”

“How am I a hypocrite?”

“You literally have an award for most rules broken while attending Hogwarts.” I told him with raised eyebrows.

He grinned. “That’s just because my wife would have killed James if he surpassed me. Now off you go.”


Giving the room one last hardy glare, I flooed back to my common room. Once I got back there, I crossed my arms and glowered around the room. Pure fury made my skin grow warm with hate. How could my father do this to me? Who else was involved in covering this up?! I couldn’t even move, I was glued to the couch, starring at the fire just... fuming.


There was no way in hell I was going to sleep tonight.

Authors Note:

Song in the summary in the title and the summary is No Light, No Light By: Florence and the Machine. Thank you to the 25 people who reviewed the last chapter. I LOVE YOU! I hope you guys liked this chapter. Sorry it took longer than i expected to write this, but i'll try to work on getting the next one out faster. THANK YOU FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW!

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