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Chapter 41 : What Makes A Father
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Rosevine threw her hands up to cradle her head as the throbbing pain burst through her skull. The sharp pain continued through her body, piercing every inch of her flesh. She knew she was screaming, but all she could think of was the grip she had on her power slowly loosening. Finally, it slipped through her fingers, exploding into the room around her.
The pain stopped. Suddenly. She staggered to her feet through the aches of her muscles protesting her every move. She looked around the room momentarily, surveying the damage she had created. Voldemort, Draco, Lucius, and the other Death Eater lay on their backs, unconscious or dead. She couldn’t be sure which. Her eyes lingered on Draco’s limp form, a heavy knot forming in her stomach at the sight of him laying so very still. She had to leave. Once the Death Eaters outside that door realized that something was wrong they would bust through the door and find their leader lying unconscious beside her. It was only a matter of time before Voldemort woke up. His Horcruxes would ensure that. And when he did, he would realize what she was. He had wanted her mother’s magic and killed to keep her from fighting against him. What he would do to gain her power was unthinkable—death would be the best outcome for her if she stayed. After seeing one small release of her abilities, he would realize she was the one from the prophecy. The girl of the Elements and wolves will lead Potter to his vengeance. A knock on the study door brought her out of her trance.
Sensing movement at the window, she took the chance and made her way to it as quickly as her body would allow. “Remus?” she asked, throwing the window open. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not about to lose my only daughter, working for the Order or not. Minerva may be willing to gamble with your life, but I am not. Hop on,” he said motioning to the back of his broom. Rosevine swung her leg over the broom as she climbed out the window. “Hold on tight sweetheart,” Remus murmured softly. They flew all the way to Hogwarts, Rosevine on guard the entire time, waiting for Death Eaters to attack at any time. But they never did.
Remus landed just outside the entrance to the school. Rosevine was exhausted, but she let her father take her hand and lead her through the castle toward the Headmistress’ office.
“Remus, I can’t,” she sighed. “I can’t go up there.”
“I’ll help you,” Remus replied motioning to carry her up the stairs.
“No! I mean, I can’t go up there and tell her I’ve failed. I didn’t manage to gather a single piece of useful information. Everything I did was for nothing,” Rosevine sobbed.
“Don’t cry, Rose,” Remus said guiding her to sit on the floor. “Hermione survived an attack from Zabini because you warned her it was coming. You saved your best friend’s life,” he murmured into her hair as she reduced herself to a sniveling mess in his shoulder.
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