Later, I sit on my usual couch, writing an essay on Boggarts for DA, when the couch shifts. I look up to see Lorcan Scamander sitting next to me.
“Hey, Lorcan,” I say, and go back to my paper. In order to dispel a Boggart , I write, You think of happy memories and say the charm Riddikulus.
“Hey…’’ Lorcan says, rubbing his neck. He opens his mouth and shuts it, shaking his head.
After several moments of this, I ask, “What is it?”
“You know what? Nevermind!” He says, turning beet red and running off. I watch him, puzzled.
“What was that all about?” Scorpius asks, sitting next to me. He has a medium-sized bag slung around his shoulders, looking light. I wonder what could be in there.
“No idea,” I say with a shrug.
“Huh.” He said. “Are you finished with homework?”
“Almost,” I say. “I just have to finish this essay.”
“Well, hurry up.” Scorpius grins teasingly. I finish the paper in two minutes flat. Who cares if’ it’s half-finished if it means more time with Scorpius? “Want to go somewhere?” He asks nervously.
“Sure,” I say. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He replies. He grabs my hand with a smile. “Come with me.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile. He pulls me to my feet and let’s go of my hand with an awkward cough. He leads me through the halls, towards the main entrance, but we are stopped by an all too familiar frame.
“Well, well, well ,” Dolohov says. “What have we here ?”
“Leave me alone, Dolohov,” I snap.
“It looks like it’s the fish and her tail. ” He takes a few steps forward. Dolohov’s eyes are cruel and dark, his hair swirling around his face in a chaotic way as he speaks. “What are you two doing, huh? Probably running off to snog in the forbidden forest!” He laughs, a harsh, grating sound.
“Why do you want to know?” I take a step forward, causing Dolohov to take a hasty step back, almost running into the croon standing behind him. “Are you jealous of the amount of time I spend with Scorpius? I’m sure you’d like it a lot better if I blindly followed you around, right? Just like all of your other ‘friends’,” I say. “Of course, maybe you’d feel better if your parents cared about you.”
Dolohov looks like I’ve just slapped him. “Wha-“
I push past him. “Come on, Scorpius.”
He follows me quickly, not wanting to stick around. “That wasn’t very nice.”
I bite my lip, feeling a stab of guilt. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, it was cool,” Scorpius says with a smile.
I smile shyly back. “Thanks.”
“Hey, I’m supposed to be leading!” He says with a laugh. I slow down, and he leads me out of Hogwarts, across the darkening lawn, and into Hogsmeade.
“Why are we here?” I ask, looking around at the surroundings. The cold September air bites at my hands, and the fact that it’s already dark doesn’t help that fact.. Without responding, Scorpius walks up to the side of a shop and pulls down a ladder from the roof.
“What's going on? What are you doing?” I whisper, staring at him.
“Just… Follow me.” He says with a small smile. He begins to climb up the ladder.
“Are you crazy? Onto the roof?” I demand, crossing my arms.
“Trust me.” Scorpius says, and he looks straight into my eyes. Something I can’t name stirs in me, telling me to listen to him.
“Okay.” I sigh, to both of our surprise. He grins and keeps climbing. I follow him up the ladder, and he turns and pulls me the rest of the way onto the roof. The view is incredible: I can see all the shops, Hogwarts, the mountains surrounding the valley, and Scorpius’s eyes, which are as enchanting as your first time at Hogwarts.
And the sky, oh, the sky , is lit up in beautiful stars.
“It's beautiful,” I breathe, staring into Scorpius’s eyes, and for a moment I’m not sure if I mean the view or him. Scorpius smiles, and looks down at his feet. I look down at my hands and find them still entwined with Scorpius’. I flush and pull my hands away.
“Rose?” My heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t seem to bring myself to say it,
“Yeah?” Rose looks over at me, her eyes full of wonder.
“My mother died.” My throat seems to constrict around the words, reducing them to the point that they’re barely audible.
“Sorry?” She asks, tilting her head towards me. “I didn’t hear that.”
My hand dips into the pocket of my robes, and I grasp the ring there. “My mother died,” I repeat.
“Oh, Scorpius….” Rose scoots closer to me and grabs my free hand in both of hers, looking into my eyes. “I’m truly sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I manage to choke out. “You didn’t cast.. The.. curse,” I gasp a little in between the words, fighting back sobs.
Rose’s face twitches, as if she isn’t sure what to say, and settles on a sympathetic look, her thumb travelling in circles on my hand.
I swallow heavily and pull the ring from my pocket. “This is for you.”
“She’d want you to have it.” I place it in Rose’s hands.
Realization dawns on her face, and she quickly tries to hand it back. “I can’t take this,” She says.
I curl her fingers shut around the ring. “She always wanted to meet you.”
Rose swallows and puts it on.”Thank you.”
We sit on the roof for what seems like a short while. This illusion is shattered when the sky starts turning pink. The sunrise is glorious, filling the skies with gold and pink, lighting up the bright shops. Scorpius jumps up and starts climbing off the roof, but I am paralyzed, staring into the bright sunlight.
“Come on, we have to move!” Scorpius whispers urgently, jerking his head.
“Woah,” I whisper. “This is even better than our roof.’’ Scorpius freezes, a painful look crossing his face for a second before continuing to climb down. I shake my head and close my eyes, and bright spots dance behind my eyelids. When I open them, Scorpius is back by my side. He tugs my arm, looking desperate.
“I’ll leave without you!” He threatens.
“I’m coming!” I say, energized by a sudden realization: It’s light outside. I dart down the ladder after Scorpius. He tugs me after him, towards the Whomping Willow. We sneak around the back and slip in through the great hall. “Crap.” I whisper, flattening myself against the wall and stare at Miss Cod.
Why oh why didn’t I think to bring the cloak?
Scorpius opens his bag quickly and quietly so as to not attract attention from the caretaker and cat currently halfway down the corridor. He lifts the invisibility cloak out of it and wraps it around us. I give him a confused look, how did you get this? But he places his index finger in front of his mouth, reminding me of what’ll happen if we talk right now.
Mr. Furgle growls at us and sniffs the air.
“What is it, love?’’ Miss Cod says, petting Mr. Furgle’s head. “Is a naughty, naughty child out of bed?” She croons. “Find them, love!” She cackles and sets Mr Furgle on the ground. He immediately tears towards us. “No, love.” Miss Cod sighs. “There’s no one there. You must be hungry, poor kitty.”
Mr. Furgle growls at us, and his mouth foams. He gives a final sniff then trots off, disappearing into the shadows with Miss Cod.
We wait until we can no longer hear their footsteps, then inch along the wall, walking back to the Ravenclaw tower. “When do you go on red and stop on green?’’ The door asks.
“When you’re eating a watermelon!” I whisper hastily, but I can’t help but giggle.
“Very good.” She says, and the door swings open.
I pull off the cloak as we step inside. “How did you get this?” I whisper, yet again, hoping not to wake anyone up.
“You left it in the Room of Requirements last meeting, so I grabbed it today after lunch.” He sighs lightly, but it comes out more like a yawn. In the light starting to pour in through the windows I can see dark circles starting to form underneath his eyes.
“Goodnight, Scorpius.” I wave and start heading towards my dorm room.
“Goodnight, Rosie.” While I stand in shock at the use of my nickname, Scorpius slips away to the boy’s dorms.