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Chapter 22 : The Confession
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I am so thrilled that so many people are enjoying the story, and I am pleased that people were surprised with the sudden twist of events last chapter! When writing a mystery and you want to keep people guessing, this is a good thing for me!
Thank you so much for your support, your many reviews that Iím doing my best to answer, and my faithful readers and reviewers. I hope you enjoy the next chapters to come, as things are only heating up.
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Bryce Dallas Howard as Rose Weasley
Josh Lucas as Jimmy Peakes
favorite chapter image ever by rojia @ TDA!
Last night I realized that I love you, and when you love someone you would do anything for them, right? That's why I'm leaving this morning to go to the Ministry. I don't want to wake you; you're too peaceful, too happy in your sleep. And this is how I want to remember you. If I told you, you would either hate me or refuse to let me go. But I have to. I can't keep going on like this. Maybe I should have said yes when you suggested we run away together, but I can't risk your freedom as well.
I hope you can understand why I did what I did when they come to tell you. I had no choice, and like I said, I would do anything for the ones I love. I'm sorry I ever brought you in to this. It's my fault that you've been put in this situation, but I know I gained something beautiful from it before I make a decision that will forever change both of us.
I hope you can read this before the Aurors find you.
Please understand why I'm turning myself in, and please don't hate me. You're free now, and that will give me peace.
With Love Always,
Oh my god.
No! She couldn't! She wasn't, was she?! What was she trying to say in that letter? Had she killed the Minister? Was she tuning herself in?
Too many thoughts quickly entered my mind, sending me into a wave of panic. I leaped from the bed, discarding the letter on the duvet. I scrambled into a pair of jeans, successfully buttoning them up after falling over a few times. I tugged a shirt over my head that I'm pretty sure I put on backwards and tripped into a pair of shoes.
I had to get to the Ministry as soon as possible. I had to. I didn't quite know what Rose was trying to say in her letter to me, but I had to find out.
If she did it - if she killed the Minister - if she was turning herself in....
Maybe I still had time. Maybe I could stop her. She was right. I wouldn't have let her go! I would have taken her away with me! We could have made it! And then I could have lived as Scorpius forever and no one would ever have to know of my deception. We would have been happy that way! No, now what had she done?
I ran into the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water. I knew I had little time to waste, but I had to at least wake up fully. Either that or the cold water would wake me up from this horrible nightmare. That's what this is, isn't it? It's just a nightmare...
It has to be. There's no way Rose did this. Either way, I bolted from the bathroom, securing my wand in my pocket, and I apparated directly into the Auror Department. I burst through the place on a mad rampage, causing other Aurors to come out of their offices to see what the commotion was. Harry stepped out of his office, his thick, dark eyebrows pulled together in curiosity. At the sight of me, though, he was taken aback. "Mr. Malfoy? No, wait; that's not right. Ted. Teddy, slow down. Calm down; what's the matter?"
"No time!" I shouted to Harry, running past him. I had forgotten I was still Malfoy, but I figured this would be best upon seeing Rose for the first time. While it did confuse most Aurors at first, they soon remembered that the real Malfoy was securely in his confinement cell, and that this mad bloke running through the department looking like him was just another one of their co-workers.
I burst through the department, looking for someone who would actually know where Rose was. However, if the mystery of the Minister's murder had been solved, then I believed the atmosphere in the entire Ministry would have been different. So I must still have time! Rose hadn't turned herself in yet!
I can to Ruckman's office, hoping desperately that he would be in there. His office door was shut, but that didn't stop me. I banged on it with both of my fists with great force, shouting as loudly as I could. "John! John, if you're in there, open up! Where is she?! Where is Rose?!"
His door flew open at my raging voice. Immediately he put his hands up on my chest to settle me, but nothing could do that right now. He didn't react like everyone else. He knew why he was seeing Scorpius Malfoy banging on his office door; he knew it was me.
"Just calm down, Lupin," he coaxed. "Rose was just escorted to the Wizengamot. She showed up here in a right mess and asked to be put on stand. Peakes called the tribunal to court immediately. She seems to have something to confess."
"I know she does!" I shouted. Did he think me stupid?! Of course I knew that. "I've realized that now! I have to stop her. I have to...I can't let her do this!"
"Calm down!" he stressed again, grabbing hold of the collar of my shirt and forcing me to look at him. "You can't change that now. If Peakes sees you like this, he'll pull you from the case for being emotionally attached - which I can clearly tell that you are!"
"Damn right I am!"
I immediately turned on my heels. Rose could be confessing right this very minute. She could be about to testify. If I reached her in time...If I reached her before they strapped her down into that chair....
I didn't know what to do. I had never been in such a panic as this before. My heart was racing, and it felt as if it had climbed up my throat. I felt as if I were choking on the thumping thing. Sweat was beading around my forehead, and my thoughts were in a huge mess as I tried to decipher just what I could do about stopping Rose. I just knew that it couldn't be too late. It couldn't be too late to stop her. And then there was this whole different part. The part where I began to understand that Rose had killed someone. I had seen the file on the Minister of Magic. Brutally stabbed in his sleep. There was no way Rose could possibly have done that. And yet, if she had...
I bolted through the department, John following at my heels. He kept trying to reach out and grab hold of me, as if his fingers on my t-shirt could stop me from bursting into the Wizengamot. Nothing could stop me from doing that. John was shouting my name, but I couldn't hear anything except for a high pitched ringing in my ears from sheer panic and my own rampaging thoughts. Our uproar had caused all the Aurors to pop their heads out of their offices, pause their work and watch the show we put on as I let John follow me as I weaved through the halls just to try and get to the exit that would lead to the elevator.
In passing, I noticed Ron standing outside his door. He looked horrified, as if he knew deep down what was going on, what his daughter was about to face. In our commotion, Ron seemed to abandon the contract I had long ago tossed out the window as well. Ron was running on our heels, and then followed by Harry in an attempt to stop his brother-in-law. Ron wanted to know what was going on; he wanted to stop the inevitable just as much as I did. Harry, always the rule follower and keeper of the peace, was trying to shout better discretion as we bolted from the Auror Department.
The four of us must have looked mad as we ran through the few halls until we finally reached the elevator. Luckily we didn't pass anyone that would be confused at my appearance as Malfoy and let the word get out that I was impersonating him. That wouldn't look good on the Auror Department's part. But then again, that call was all Peakes, so maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing...
I came to a halt inside the elevator and jabbed the button for the Department of Mysteries floor. Just before the door shut, Ron and Harry slid into the elevator, panting.
Harry hissed, clenching his side. "What the hell is going on?!"
John didn't wait for an answer. He turned to me, pushed me right up against the elevator wall, and shouted in my face. It was the most intense reaction I had ever seen come from such a calm and collected man. "What are you doing, Lupin?! What do you think you're going to do when you get in there?! You need to think before you make such a scene!"
"I don't give a shit what kind of scene I make! I just need to talk to her. That's all I have to do," I said desperately. I realized that my voice was full of my own tears, and my vision had long ago grown cloudy from the salty liquid that pooled in my eyes.
"What's happened?" Ron asked, still panting but wanting to be filled in on all he didn't know.
"I'm not sure. Rose...She left a note saying how she had to do something, that she hoped I read it before the Aurors found me, before she made a decision that changed our lives forever. Ron, I think she's turning herself in! I think she killed the Minister!"
Ron fell back against the wall of the elevator, clenching his heart as if he had been struck right in the chest. He was choking on air it seemed as his eyes glazed over and he tried to form words. "No. No, she didn't. That's impossible...My Rosie didn't do it!"
"I don't know. That's what I have to find out," I whispered desperately as the door to the elevator opened and we were on the Department of Mysteries floor. Before the three men could stop me, I jumped out of it and was racing to the courtroom.
The large wooden doors seemed to radiate my sense of impending doom for Rose and I. I knew the moment would come when I would somehow have to show myself. How else would Scorpius Mafoy be allowed into the courtroom? He wouldn't be. I am though because I'm an Auror.
I slammed into the door, my hands fumbling for the knob. I turned and was relieved when the door swung open. If it wasn't locked yet, then the testimony hadn't begun yet. I burst into the courtroom, screaming her name. Harry, Ron, and John were all trying to stop me, but as soon as they entered the courtroom, their shouts of my real name vanished. They were just as confused and anxious to see what I would do just like the rest of the Wizengamot tribunal I had greatly surprised.
Rose gave a jolt from the chair just as guards were strapping her down. The stands were already filled with Sondheim as Acting Minister, Peakes, and the rest of the tribunal. They looked to me, silence falling upon the room for the moment as everyone's minds went blank. Rose whipped around to face me, and her eyes grew wide at the sight of me. She trembled, her lips quivering, and one tear slid down her cheek.
"You weren't supposed to come. You were supposed to be sleeping. I didn't want you to see this," Rose cried out.
I was finally able to lift my feet from the floor. They felt as if they weighed a ton, and I had previously felt as if I had been glued to the spot upon entering the courtroom, but at the sound of her voice, I could finally move again. She didn't even seem to notice her uncle and father standing in the doorway. Her eyes followed me as I raced to her sitting in that domineering chair.
Knowing who I was, the guards backed away. To the tribunal, I didn't pose a threat just yet. Other than burst in unexpectedly, no one knew what a distraught mess I was in or just what I was going to do. But Rose didn't seem to notice this peculiarity, how no one seemed to stop Malfoy or restrain him.
I grasped her face in my hands, cupping her cheeks against my palms and wiping her tears away with my thumbs.
"Stop. D-Don't do this! Please don't! We will go back to the house, and we will talk about it there. W-We will talk about it there," I muttered, shaking my head. I knew I was trying to convince myself, as well as hammer the words into Rose's mind as if she didn't have a choice or a say in the matter.
"No," she whispered. She shook her head as more tears fell steadily down her cheeks. "There's nothing to talk about. I've made my decision. You're here because of me. This is all because of me, and I can't stand it anymore. You don't deserve it. You deserve to be free."
"Rose, no!" I whispered painfully. My voice grew louder and louder with its intensity to change Rose's mind. "No! I don't care! I just want to be with you! What are you saying?!"
"I'm saying..." she began and faltered, not quite sure how to articulate whatever it was going on in her head. "I'm saying that it's time for us to say goodbye...."
"No! Don't even think that," I said, but maybe I was truly shouting.
Finally the Wizengamot knew that something was going on, something outside of their knowledge. It was Peakes to stand up and order us to silence and demand an explanation for our behavior. I whipped around to face the man I knew I could blame for all of this, and I put my hands out protectively behind me, as if he could hurt Rose from inside those stands.
"What is this nonsense? Mr. Malfoy - " he said, and I actually wanted to thank him for letting Rose believe I was still him, "what is your reason for that impolite entrance? Can't you see that Miss Weasley is going to share something vital with us?"
Then I didn't know what to say. I just stood there panting, looking up at their questioning and stunned faces.
"R-Rose has nothing to say to you!" I finally blurted.
"Why don't we find out for ourselves?" Peakes asked in a cool voice. "Now step aside and let Miss Weasley say her piece, or we will be forced to restrain you."
"Then restrain me, God dammit!" I roared, and maybe I shouldn't have, for the guards were immediately upon me. They had my hands magically bound, and they forced me to my knees, holding me stiffly by each arm with a guard on either side of me. I just looked to Rose with pain, hoping she wouldn't do what I thought she was about to do.
We held eye contact, and her eyes seemed to be asking forgiveness as well as expressing all the love I knew she held for me. She mouthed an it's okay and I love you before she turned to her father and uncle. She whispered to them one sentence. "I'm sorry."
Then she turned to face the court with tears in her eyes and trembling with fear. Peakes placed a smug smile upon his face as he sat back down and folded his hands together. He actually looked pleased as he stared at Rose.
The silence that fell over the courtroom was chilling. Rose took a good while to muster her courage to speak. She looked to the tribunal, to her hands, to her father and uncle, and then finally to me. She seemed to be unable to bear the sight of the tribunal, so we held eye contact as she finally opened her mouth to speak.
"I killed the Minister of Magic on April 16th, 2025 with a blade while he slept. I didn't want to be caught, so I framed someone. I framed Scorpius Malfoy with every intention of him going to Azkaban and me being free, b-but that's changed now. I love him, and I couldn't bear to see him put in Azkban. So I'm coming clean...I killed the Minister."
My heart dropped to the floor. The world seemed to fall away from me as I sank lower and lower into my own pit of despair. I was vaguely aware of Ron thrashing about near the door, but Harry was restraining him. He had his hand placed over Ron's mouth to stifle Ron's disturbed shouts and protests of absurdity. Harry was shaking with his own fear and disbelief, but he still kept a steady hold of Ron. John just looked upon Rose in pure shock.
The tribunal sat in silence, and all the while, Jimmy Peakes sat with a smile on his face.
"Rose..." I muttered painfully, distraught. "Why?!"
"Because I love you..." she whispered to me, and that spurred a reaction from everyone other than stark silence.
I grew still. I stopped fighting and thrashing against the arms that were twisting my arms in ways that they weren't supposed to bend. My knees were aching from the cold tile floor, but I didn't care about any of that as she gazed at me. I felt my eyes pool with tears, real tears like I hadn't shed in years, and I let them run down my cheeks.
If only she knew...
Harry and Ron had grown still as well. Ron had grown still and quiet enough for Harry to retract his hand from Ron's mouth, but he still kept a firm grip on his elbow. Their jaws had dropped significantly in surprise.
Then the voice of Peakes filled the courtroom, and everyone's head turned in his direction. "Well, would you look at this? How enchanting. Our two murder suspects have fallen in love. Or should I say one of our prime suspects."
I shot Peakes a harsh glance. Rose looked to him in confusion; her eyes were no longer on me, so I glowered at him. I felt a growl leave my throat. I didn't need this. Rose would be sentenced to Azkaban - that was a given - so why couldn't he just leave it be? Why did he have to pull at a thread that was already frayed?
"P-Please don't," I stuttered, looking upon Peakes with desperation. "Please..."
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