Chapter 9 : NINE
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I march into Merlin’s Clubhouse as the lunch hour begins. Seeing as I don’t have any work today, I thought I would stop by and eat lunch here, then pay a small visit to Hugo before I go over to Mum and Dad’s for the rest of the day. I walk through the snow to get to Merlin’s Clubhouse, which is the same for about twenty other people at the same time as me. Merlin’s Clubhouse is the most popular and expensive restaurant in Diagon Alley, so all the upper class wizarding families always come here for high class meals. I can only afford to go there about once every few months and I even get a family discount since Hugo works there. That should give you an idea about how expensive this place is.
I slide in through the glass front door and am overwhelmed by the chattering of couples all over the restaurant and the smell of the deliciousness in the kitchen. The hostess, a young woman with bright red hair and a small nose piercing, leads me to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, near the kitchen. Once my waitress comes over, I quickly tell her my order.
“Oh and tell Hugo that his sister wants to see him,” I tell the waitress, whose nametag says Jayda.
Jayda drops her jaw. “You’re Rose Weasley?”
I nod. “Yes, I am.”
“Hugo talks about you a lot,” Jayda tells me as she writes down my order quickly. “I remember seeing you at school all the time. All my friends in Ravenclaw wished they could beat your NEWT scores.”
I laugh quietly. “That record still stands?”
Jayda nods wildly. “Definitely. Getting an ‘Outstanding’ on all their NEWTs, which was all subjects since they passed all the OWLs too, is not an easy task.”
I laugh again. “It really isn’t.”
“I’ll go take your order back now,” Jayda tells me with a quick smile, then turns away.
A couple of minutes later, no more than fifteen minutes later, I see Hugo’s smiling, but exhausted, face. He plops down into the chair next to me after giving me a quick hug.
“How’s it going, sis?” Hugo asks me with his voice full of tiredness.
I shrug. “Fine. Just wanted to see my favorite brother.”
Hugo smirks and chuckles. “I’m your only brother.”
“You get my point still,” I reply back to him as I sip my Butterbeer.
“So, I read the Daily Prophet on Monday morning and saw that a certain Malfoy went to St. Mungo’s on Saturday night after an attack,” Hugo says and raises an eyebrow at me. “But, they didn’t say anything about the Healer except that she is a first year Healer and she pulled out a very unpopular spell that nobody knows about to save his life.”
Hugo raises his eyebrow higher. “First year Healer, a girl and remembers a spell that nobody knows about? Sounds a bit like the daughter of the brightest witch of her age.”
I roll my eyes. “Shove it up your arse, Hugo.”
Hugo leans back and holds up his hands in defense. “Oooohhh, somebody’s getting touchy. I think I’m getting somewhere.”
I look at Hugo. “Do you really think I saved Scorpius Malfoy’s life?”
Hugo nods. “Yup. So do Dad and Mum. And just about the rest of the family and maybe a couple of my friends.”
I lean close to Hugo. “Is it that obvious?”
Hugo throws his head back and laughs. He looks back at me and wipes a tear from his eye. “Maybe. So, does that mean you did heal him?”
I nibble on my lip as I nod my head slowly. “Yes, I did.”
“Well, that’s not exactly shocking,” Hugo replies. “I did see that he’s partners with Carolyn.”
“She came in crying, Hugo,” I tell Hugo, a part that I don’t think was in the Daily Prophet. “She was crying. She begged me to save his life. I couldn’t let him die. Maybe even if Carolyn wasn’t there, I would’ve saved his life. I couldn’t just let him die on my watch.”
Hugo leans close to me and looks me dead in the eyes. “Does he know that you saved his life?”
I shake my head. “He shouldn’t, at least. I told Carolyn not to tell him.”
I shrug. “I dunno. I just don’t want him to feel obligated to do something for me. I don’t need anything from him and I feel like if he knew that I saved his life, he would try to pay me back.”
“Don’t you think he has the right to know who saved his life?” Hugo asks me, sipping on my water that Jayda gave me. “I mean, I would want to know who saved my life if I was in his position.”
“He definitely has the right to know, but I still don’t want him to know,” I reply to my younger brother. “He’s a Malfoy, after all. He’ll probably be disgusted that I saved him.”
“You don’t know that, Rosie,” Hugo says to me and leans back in his chair, folding his hands over his trimmed stomach. “He may have changed since Hogwarts. It’s been three years.”
I shrug and fold my hands together on the white tablecloth. “Maybe. But, I’m not chancing it. As long as I have a say, Scorpius Malfoy will not know I saved his life.”
I walk up the driveway towards Mum and Dad’s small house in East London. I can tell from the lights in the front window that Mum must already be home from a short day at work. Or maybe Victoire is cleaning the house, as she does whenever Mum and Dad are gone at work. I hope it’s the second, since I haven’t seen Victoire since little Gabby’s third birthday party three months ago. My small heels clack on the concrete pathway as I step up onto the small patio and walk into the house that I grew up in. I unlock the door quickly and swing it open. I see my precious little cousin, Gabby, sitting on a blanket and watching the TV. She looks over at me and begins clapping loudly.
“Rosie!” Gabby calls and I swing her up in my arms.
“Hey, little booger!” I say with a wide smile on my face and tickle Gabby’s stomach, to which she laughs wildly.
Victoire walks out of the doorway from the kitchen at the very end of the room, in the dining room, and smiles widely at me as she hurries over to me. She wraps me and her daughter in a big hug and her bulging pregnant stomach rubs against my stomach. I stroke her stomach when she pulls away from me with my manicured hand as I continue to hold Gabby.
“How much longer do you have?” I ask Victoire, one of my favorite cousins.
Victoire smiles down at her stomach as she strokes it. “Two and a half months till I get to meet Gabby’s little brother or sister.”
“You haven’t found out which it is yet?” I ask Victoire. With Gabby, she found out as soon as she could.
Victoire shakes her head. “I want it to be a surprise this time. But, I hope the baby is a Metamorphmagus like Teddy. Teddy hopes so too.”
I smile whenever she mentions Teddy. Oh, they love each other so much. We all teased them when they were little, saying that they would get married when they got older and they always thought it was disgusting. But, during Victoire’s seventh year, two years after Teddy had graduated, they finally started dating. That was only after James caught them snogging on the Hogwarts Express before Victoire had to leave.
We never let them see the end of that. We still tease them about that.
“So, what are you doing here?” Victoire asks me, continuing to stroke her stomach.
“I’m supposed to have dinner with Mum and Dad tonight, but I just decided to come over a bit early,” I explain to Victoire, hiking Gabby higher on my hip. “I was expecting either you to be here or Mum to be home from a short day at work. Merlin knows when Dad’s gonna be home.”
“Yeah, Teddy hasn’t been getting home till late at night,” Victoire says and tucks a piece of her platinum blonde hair. “I don’t think he’s been home before midnight for the past two weeks.”
I sigh. “Ugh. I haven’t seen Dad for such a long time. He’s always at work whenever I come here for dinner.”
Victoire shrugs. “That’s what happens when you’re an Auror.”
“I guess so,” I mumble back as I stroke Gabby’s wavy blonde hair.
“So, I read the Daily Prophet about a certain attack on a certain Malfoy,” Victoire brings up and I groan.
“Not you too,” I complain. “I just left lunch after being grilled by Hugo about this.”
Victoire laughs as she begins to walk back to the kitchen, which I follow her to. “Come on, Rosie. It’s so obvious that you were the one who saved his life. I’m surprised that the Prophet didn’t just say it was Ms. Rose Weasley, first year Healer. It’s just surprising to me that you did it since he tortured you relentlessly at Hogwarts.”
I sit down at the breakfast nook table and adjust Gabby on my lap. “I’ve gotten over that, Victoire. The last of it ended three years ago, maybe even before that. I couldn’t let him die on my watch, Victoire. He’s Carolyn’s partner.”
Victoire’s eyes widen as she wipes down the counter in the kitchen. “Really?”
I nod. “She told me when she brought him in. She was sobbing, like a family member was dying. I couldn’t not help him. Even if Carolyn wasn’t there, I would’ve saved him.”
Victoire looks over at me as she leans against the counter. “What happened? The article wasn’t very big. It was just sort of a snippet. It didn’t give any details.”
“Maybe you should ask your husband,” I tease Victoire.
“Oh come on, Rosie,” Victoire whines. “I’m usually asleep by the time he gets home. Just tell me what happened.”
“I don’t even know if I can, Victoire,” I tell my cousin as I play with Gabby’s hair. “Uncle Harry is investigating it.”
Victoire furrows her eyebrows. “Is it a big thing?”
I nod. “Extremely. His attack was the second one of its kind. The first victim died, Victoire. It was Anthony Zabini.”
Victoire gasps. “I heard he died, but there weren’t any details.”
“It’s bad,” I tell her. “Uncle Harry doesn’t know what’s going on. But I remember that Anthony and Scorpius were suitemates, along with Rowan Parkinson, Jacob Goyle and Philip Bulstrode. Maybe this person is going after the suitemates.”
“But why?” Victoire asks, crossing her arms over her chest. “They never did anything, even if they were all Slytherins.”
“I think it may have to do with them being from Death Eater families.”
Victoire widens her eyes again. “But now?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I just feel like it has to do with Death Eaters.”
Suddenly, a loud clatter scares me and Gabby starts crying. Victoire takes Gabby from me as I look over my shoulder, where I heard the clatter. An owl is perched on the window sill, most likely after running into the window. Reminds me of the stories Dad would tell me about the old family owl, Errol. I open the window and grab the letter off the owl’s foot and it flies away quickly. I open up the letter and read it.
We need you at Mungo’s ASAP. Philip Bulstrode came in with a wound like Malfoy’s. We’re losing him quickly. We need you now.
“Shi-i-i-i-it,” I groan and shove it into my back pocket. “I gotta go now. I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Wait, what happened?” Victoire asks me urgently.
“Philip Bulstrode came in with the same wound Malfoy had,” I tell Victoire and she gasps. “He’s dying. I gotta go.”
And I immediately Apparate to St. Mungo’s to attempt to save another life.
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