Categories > Books > Harry Potter > Behind Closed Doors
Prologue: Awakening
Rose and Scorpius were raise to hate each other from birth. Taught to never get to close, but what happens to the teens behind closed doors?
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I hear a baby cry loudly and I have a instant instinct to go pick it up. I try to open my eyes but I can't I see nothing but darkness. Itry then to move my arm with no prevail. Moments later, I here ayoung bloke talk, “Don't worry little one, she will be up soon. Just go to sleep.” His voice is calm and soothing to young child. “Shh, daddy has you. Shh.” Daddy? He sounds a bit young to be a daddy. My dad is old not young. My dad, an image of him pops in my head. I need him. I wonder where he is why is he not with me? Where is the rest of my family? Where am I? I start to have apanic attack on the inside. I feel trapped in my own body. What in the world is going on?
I hear the door open and someone walk in, “Anything new?” Ihear my mothers voice. Mum, Oh mum, what a relief. She can help me. I try to call her but my mouth won't move. I try moving anything to signal her but all my efforts are done in vain.
“No, nothing, that was one serious Body-Bind he put on her. They say there is nothing to do but wait.” the bloke tells my mom. Body-Bind?I am under a body-bind? Who did it? Why did they? I am so confused! I just want out of my head!Oh lord, how do I get out of this one?
“Harry and Ron have been combing Hogwarts and Hogsmead for him. I sure he will be caught soon.” Who? Who will be caught soon. “How's are the babies?” Who cares about the babies. I have been attacked and my mum is worried about the baby? Let's get on to more pressing matters. Who attacked me? Why did they attack me? Answer me women! I struggle against the invisible binds preventing me for moving.
“They are doing, much better, this one here can come out of her breathing cart of 15 minutes an hour. I have been letting Rose touch, you know for bonding and all.” the bloke tells me mum.
“They are so beautiful, Rose is just going to love them and I am sure she will appreciate that.” Mum gushes. Why would I love them? “I cannot believe this happen to my little girl. It seems only yesterday that she was here at St. Mungo's wrapped in those blankets. Life is just not fair.” I hear that my mother is now on the verge of tears.
“Rose didn't deserve this, he was a sick bastard.” The bloke says with anger.
“You know you really need your rest, you should go have a lay. I can hold down the fort. I come get you if anything happens.” My mum tells him.
“I can't.” The bloke tells my mum. “I can't leave her. Ifeel this is all my fault. I have to stay with her make sure she is going to be okay.” He sounds as if he is on the verge of tears. Why does he care? What did he do to put me here in this bed? So many questions and neither one can answer me.
“It's not your fault, do not do that to yourself, you here me. You did not do this, Harry and Ron are going to catch the git that did.” Ihave never heard my mother use such foul language before. But the question still remains. Who did this and why!
“But if I had...” The bloke really was crying now.
“No, nonsense. There is no more of these 'ifs' it is over and done. Nothing we can do about it now. You need to man up, you now have afamily care for.” My mum used her stern voice she reserves for Hugo and I to get things done.
“Thank you Mrs, Weasley I needed that.”
“Nothing at all, dear.”
I feel the bloke stroke my face lovingly. It doesn't make sense, I want him to stop, but yet heart is crying for him to never stop. He hugs me close and I scream in my brain to get off of me but he squeezes tighter. The close contact is uncomfortable and repulsive. His lips brush mine and that's it. That's what does it, I swing my arm at him hard pushing the bloke off me. My eyes flicker open and I see shock on his face. I turn my face to my mum. “Mum?”
She runs to me with tears in here eyes, “Oh Rosie, you are a wake!”
“Mum what am I doing here?” I ask.
“Rosie, you've been attacked.” She tells me.
“Be who? Why” I ask quickly. I see my Mum open her mouth and say something but I can't here her, my vision is getting blurry... Istart calling for her hoping to bring her back...”Mum, Mum, Mum” but nothing the blackness has swallowed me again.
A/N: Okay so I had this story up a while ago and I was told basically that I can't write. So I got a beta, I have looked up British slang and tried to cut out my Americanism. Also, I tried to make Rose more believable as a character. With that said I know I am not a great author by any stretch of the imagination but I do enjoy doing this. Ihave come to realize I write for me. I write because it makes me happy. So any constructive criticism is appreciated but don't even bother reviewing just to bash me. I know and I don't care that I suck at writing. Like I said, I am doing it for me. Although, I want to improve I do not want to be used as your personal punching bag. So please review and tell whether it is good or bad and how I can improve.
Thanks,
Sarah
I hear the door open and someone walk in, “Anything new?” Ihear my mothers voice. Mum, Oh mum, what a relief. She can help me. I try to call her but my mouth won't move. I try moving anything to signal her but all my efforts are done in vain.
“No, nothing, that was one serious Body-Bind he put on her. They say there is nothing to do but wait.” the bloke tells my mom. Body-Bind?I am under a body-bind? Who did it? Why did they? I am so confused! I just want out of my head!Oh lord, how do I get out of this one?
“Harry and Ron have been combing Hogwarts and Hogsmead for him. I sure he will be caught soon.” Who? Who will be caught soon. “How's are the babies?” Who cares about the babies. I have been attacked and my mum is worried about the baby? Let's get on to more pressing matters. Who attacked me? Why did they attack me? Answer me women! I struggle against the invisible binds preventing me for moving.
“They are doing, much better, this one here can come out of her breathing cart of 15 minutes an hour. I have been letting Rose touch, you know for bonding and all.” the bloke tells me mum.
“They are so beautiful, Rose is just going to love them and I am sure she will appreciate that.” Mum gushes. Why would I love them? “I cannot believe this happen to my little girl. It seems only yesterday that she was here at St. Mungo's wrapped in those blankets. Life is just not fair.” I hear that my mother is now on the verge of tears.
“Rose didn't deserve this, he was a sick bastard.” The bloke says with anger.
“You know you really need your rest, you should go have a lay. I can hold down the fort. I come get you if anything happens.” My mum tells him.
“I can't.” The bloke tells my mum. “I can't leave her. Ifeel this is all my fault. I have to stay with her make sure she is going to be okay.” He sounds as if he is on the verge of tears. Why does he care? What did he do to put me here in this bed? So many questions and neither one can answer me.
“It's not your fault, do not do that to yourself, you here me. You did not do this, Harry and Ron are going to catch the git that did.” Ihave never heard my mother use such foul language before. But the question still remains. Who did this and why!
“But if I had...” The bloke really was crying now.
“No, nonsense. There is no more of these 'ifs' it is over and done. Nothing we can do about it now. You need to man up, you now have afamily care for.” My mum used her stern voice she reserves for Hugo and I to get things done.
“Thank you Mrs, Weasley I needed that.”
“Nothing at all, dear.”
I feel the bloke stroke my face lovingly. It doesn't make sense, I want him to stop, but yet heart is crying for him to never stop. He hugs me close and I scream in my brain to get off of me but he squeezes tighter. The close contact is uncomfortable and repulsive. His lips brush mine and that's it. That's what does it, I swing my arm at him hard pushing the bloke off me. My eyes flicker open and I see shock on his face. I turn my face to my mum. “Mum?”
She runs to me with tears in here eyes, “Oh Rosie, you are a wake!”
“Mum what am I doing here?” I ask.
“Rosie, you've been attacked.” She tells me.
“Be who? Why” I ask quickly. I see my Mum open her mouth and say something but I can't here her, my vision is getting blurry... Istart calling for her hoping to bring her back...”Mum, Mum, Mum” but nothing the blackness has swallowed me again.
A/N: Okay so I had this story up a while ago and I was told basically that I can't write. So I got a beta, I have looked up British slang and tried to cut out my Americanism. Also, I tried to make Rose more believable as a character. With that said I know I am not a great author by any stretch of the imagination but I do enjoy doing this. Ihave come to realize I write for me. I write because it makes me happy. So any constructive criticism is appreciated but don't even bother reviewing just to bash me. I know and I don't care that I suck at writing. Like I said, I am doing it for me. Although, I want to improve I do not want to be used as your personal punching bag. So please review and tell whether it is good or bad and how I can improve.
Thanks,
Sarah
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