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Characters: Voldemort, Scorpius, Albus, Rose, OC
Genre(s): Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius, Other Pairing
First Published: 2010.07.06
Last Published Chapter: 2012.02.01
Last Updated: 2012.02.01
Favorite Story Of: 69 users
| ||Advisory: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme|
We’d thought the world was finally at peace after Voldemort had been defeated. We’d thought that everything was safe, everything was perfect, everything was over.
We’d thought wrong.
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|1||Chapter 1: Introduction
It’s been nearly four years since I found the letter that quite literally change everything.
“She’d understand. She always does, she always did, she always will.”
Jumping up, the blanket still around my shoulders, the prophet in my hand, I all but ran to the door before stopping and accessing danger rates.
“Well,” I muttered, “James always did say you two would make beautiful children.”
It wasn’t a question, and I didn’t answer it.
“Isn’t she, like, ninety years old?” Rose hissed at me, and I almost laughed. “Why is she still alive?!”
"Dom wants drama anyway, so she’ll be happy.”
I immediately knew what it was.
There really isn’t a way that this can work out without at least a little pain.
And, just when we turned a corner, we were attacked.
Everyone, the crowd and our family, watched as she walked out of the courtroom calmly, not fighting or pleading, but almost leading the Dementors away.
She held no room for arguments. There were words I wanted to tell her, words I wanted to scream into her face and shake her shoulders until she got it.
Taking blind step after blind step, it was easy to find where I’d subconsciously wanted to end up at.
“She has a name!” Dom exclaimed suddenly, “Her name is Rose. Lucy, its fine that you use pronouns, but Scorpius, grow up.”
So, in short, I can predict death. It’s lovely, really.
“In thirteen days,” I answered quickly.
I could see black-cloaked figures, and there was Dom in the center of the crowd, pale blonde hair sticking out among all of the black, fighting as best as she could.
Truthfully, I think I scared them, just a little bit.
“You make the exact same mistakes every time and you wonder why you keep failing. You will fall.”
But of course, being us, and this family, and this war, there was no ‘sitting nicely and doing each other’s nails’ kind of evening, in which people relaxed and stayed calm and talked and all that other stuff you only see on WizenTV.
I knew the Darke was reacting strangely to me, and it hurt even more than it should.
“My daughter,” She said distantly, “Is growing up with her mother in prison, her father fighting a war. If she turns out normal, it will be a miracle.”
Rose would know. Rose always knew.
I just hoped that Dom and Lucy would be able to distinguish my code for what it was and not what I was sure the Ministry would think it was.
I let the fire consume her letter, Rose’s words repeating loudly in my head.
The explosion that came after shook the ground for miles.
“Very powerful witch, Rose is.”
|28||Chapter 28: Epilogue
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