(G.G. inspired chapter)

third person pov
' did you get enough love,
my little dove? '

THE DAILY PROPHET
written by Rita Skeeter

"More vaults and money than the richest of families. More manors and tycoon businesses than the richest man. A pureblood family full of dark magic and lustrous lifestyles, Walburga Black definitely made her mark on the Wizarding World. The passing of a public figure can shake a whole society but the real story is always what's happening in private away from headlines, at home. The question remains, how will the singular Black heir, Rosalie Aries Black, handle the passing of her grandmother and grandfather less than a year apart? Us here at the prophet are sure inheriting a sum that makes her the second richest being in Wizarding society at only seventeen should ease the blow of the fact she is truly and utterly alone."

Sat at the island in the kitchen of Grimmauld place, Theo tossed the prophet down after reading the piece done today for Walburga's funeral. The rings around his eyes were a testament to the fact he hadn't been sleeping and barely ate since the hospital. He couldn't help it and no one blamed him either, Theo needed Rose. Unlike the other loves and friendships around them, the pair would always be different.

Acting as the oxygen the other breathed since children, Theo and Rose were always closer.

He had been so worried, not a single person seeing Rose's face since she apparated away from the Saint Mungos. Narcissa and Miss Zabini took control of planning the funeral, so at least one thing was off everyone's backs.

"Can't even say I'm surprised at what Rita's writing" Theo huffs, rubbing his hands down his face, black button down popped open at the top—sleeves rolled up with exhaustion. "She couldn't resist adding a jab in at the end"

Blaise Zabini waltzed into the kitchen area while speaking, a pristine black suit on as his leather shoes echoed amongst the tiled floors, nodding in approval at everyone's dark formal attire but grimacing at Theo's messy state. "No luck yet?"

"What do you think?" Draco spat from behind him, knocking the boy to the side so he could walk quicker, unbuttoning his own suit jacket as the walls felt like closing in. "Since the hospital she's locked herself in that room and commanded Kreacher to guard it, even had the door connecting to Whit's room sealed off."

Whitman kept his back to the lot, busy attending to the multiple sizzling pans on the stove. "We've tried everything Blaise—you know that. You've been here everyday"

"I just don't get it" Blaise stopped beside Theo, leaning both elbows on the island. "Can't we just bloody sedate the elf?"

"Like that would fucking work." Theo grumbled from behind his hands, "Wouldn't matter if we were Merlin himself, still can't magically outdo a house-elf. Every time we step within ten feet of the room we get cursed. Got myself into a full blown duel with Kreacher two nights ago"

"Here" Draco spoke blandly, sliding two cups of plain coffee in front of Theo and Blaise before rambling as he leaned over Whitman's shoulder to peak at the breakfast. "Apparently she keeps asking for food and Kreacher keeps taking it up after Theo or Whit makes it, not to mention the mini-bar the poor elf's been forced to carry up, something's alive in that room."

Blaise inhaled the smell of fresh bacon and eggs, grunting as he went to the cabinet and started pulling out plates. "I for one am glad the bitch is dead but I do worry where this leads Rose. You know...Orion's one year is tomorrow. Awful timing for us all"

"It'll be fine, both of them needed to be gone for Ro's sake or she'd be the one we would bury in a year from now" Whitman spoke as he listened to all the plates being placed, yelping slightly as the bacon started to burn. He yanked the pan up with a spatula in hand, turning around so quickly Draco had to dodge out of the way to avoid being burned.

Whitman began shuffling the bacon onto seperate plates, eyes directly trained on Theo. "Eat—you need strength to make it through today"

"I'm starving" Blaise grinned happily, "Mums new boyfriend is a sopping vegan...threw all the bacon out of manor"

Theo on the other hand dropped his hands down, looking at the bacon with a gag before making eye contact with Whitman. "I think I'm going to be sick" he says uneasily, grabbing the coffee mug and chugging all of the hot liquid in one go.

"You need to eat" Whitman huffs, tossing the pan back onto the stove. "You'll be—"

"No no" Theo mumbles with a thick swallow as he stands and starts sliding the black trench coat on, "I'll just—I'll make Ro some fruit"

"Theo, come on" Blaise groans dramatically, holding up his plate as the boy passes while heading to the fridge, laughing when Theo gags again. "You'll turn frail and then how will you ever defend my honor?"

Igorning him, Theo started to shuffle through the drawers of the fridge until Draco spoke annoyed.

"You don't get to shut down. All of us are upset about not seeing her—"

"Do you want to mess with me right now?" Theo barked, turning around with a painful grip of the metal door handle. "Because let me explain myself in a way you can comprehend. Not only do none of us know what condition she's in but what if she isn't actually eating? What if she's not moving? Or worse, what if she hasn't been taking her medicine?!"

Draco stood up straight, appearing ready to punch him. "We've all been scared of that—"

"Shut the fuck up" Theo spat, grabbing onto the island. "News flash Draco, you haven't been there for three years. You have no idea how awful her episodes are and definitely can't understand how painful it is to see her struggling that way. I don't need your opinion on how I should fucking feel. When I see her breathing, I'll be fine and until then you'll keep your mouth shut about me."

Draco went to retort but Theo was turning back to the fridge, speaking once more with a exaggerated breath.

"Now, I'm going to therapeutically cut fruit and everyone is going to leave me alone." When no one replied Theo looked over his shoulder with a spiteful tone, "Got it?!"

Blaise held his hands up with a quick nod, "Oh no—trust me. I won't be bothering you sir"

"Good" Theo grumbled and Draco decided he definitely would be punching him. How was it fair that he got to flip out? They were all worried to the point of sickness. It was cruel to say Draco hadn't been there, despite whatever occurred with him and Rose, Draco always came when she called.

But Whitman grabbed his shoulder, whispering lowly. "Please—don't do this. Just leave him alone for today and then tomorrow you two can fight all you want"

"Fine." Draco sneered, glaring as Blaise started slowly chewing on bacon with wide eyes, the crunching loud amongst the silent kitchen.

Rosalie Black was not in her bedroom as the world thought.

But if one looked hard enough they'd know where to find her.

By one she meant Theodore Nott.

Down in the depths of Wizarding London Rose sat inside an old timey bar called Rigby's. Her and Theo had found it while exploring the corners of lower-class Wizarding society. The place was filled with records plastered on walls and horrible velvety red wall paper that simply worked well with the aesthetics—always some jazz band playing music amongst the muffled orange light—vinyl preventing any outdoor sun ever coming in.

Theo had taken to donating to Rigby's on his sixteenth birthday though, meaning the place got an upgrade of sorts over a year ago. The bar top was now made out of shiny onyx and golden details decorated every corner, truly making it into a true version of the roaring twenties. A place that felt like an escape from the rapid paced world.

Their little slice of heaven.

Kreacher apparated Rose there early in the morning, but unlike one would think she did get ready for the funeral. Her layered hair laid tucked behind the daggers pierced in her ears, covered in all black attire from the lacy gloves she wore to the fitted peacoat draped on her shoulders.

By now she became drunk out of her mind, sitting on a plush bar stool with the heels of her boots tapping the floor, chipped nails sliding down a bottle of gin before bringing it up to her face—the one thing she didn't do was makeup and she couldn't recall the last time she drank water—leaving the girl's lips to appear paler than usual.

"Rosalie Black" The family private investigator announced, taking a seat next to her with his pristine grey suit on. "Was wondering when you'd call for me"

Warren Burke.

Rose brought the bottle down, letting the glass clatter on the bar as she turned her chair to the man, eyes half-lidded as she pressed two fingers to her forehead to keeping herself upright.

"My condolences—"

"Save the sympathy for someone who cares. Let's make this quick" Her voice came out slurred, hoarser than he had ever heard. "I need to know what loose end Walburga didn't tie up"

"What she didn't handle was a document of sorts, a secret she was trying to bury before any of the sacred twenty-eight could find out." Warren stated with a condensing shrug, "But you're not the only one who wishes to know. Many many families would fork up a lot—"

"I'm about to be the richest woman you'll ever met" Rose cut him off, head physically throbbing. "They are incapable of handing you as much as I can"

"Yeah, great for you." he deadpanned, "But I'm wondering just how much you'll be willing to pay for this to go away—if I can up the stakes by letting everyone know she has a secret for sale. You know, I worked for Walburga and Orion, not you. Therefore I don't owe you this document and you forget just how many people want to see you fall—your existence and scandalized personality is seen as a disgrace to the world"

"Much like your daughter, huh?" Rose grasped the bottle, taking a long swig. "Wonder how many boys everyones watched her drag into a bathroom at balls. I love the astronomy tower at night and heard Trina does too....Who knows? She might just take fall from the top because her daddy is a pretentious cunt who likes to act like he's one of the big boys"

"Hey!" his hand slammed down on the bad, finger coming up to point at her. "You leave my daughter out of this!"

"And you remember what family your messing with! Walburga might be gone but you forget she raised me—I have no issue taking your idiocy out on your kid!" Rose snapped back as she tipped the bottle to him, "Now tell me....what is the document?"

Warren's face contorts with defeat, curling his fingers into a fist and holding it by his mouth for a moment. "Infertility. She was trying to hide the test you had done last summer, best not anyone knows your incapable of bearing children—makes you useless in the eyes of suitable men. That goes for even half-blood and mudblood men too, no magical procreation ruins you"

Her eyes blinked before she began laughing, continuing to laugh as she brought the bottle up to her lips and chugged.

"What's so funny?!"

"Go on," Rose encouraged, waving her free hand up. "Tell the bloody world because I don't give a shit"

He recoiled slightly, in shock she would feel such a way. "You...you don't care?"

Her face fell back blank and even if the father was a complete cunt, he had the urge to reach out and steady her as she wobbled on the stool, clearly too drunk to keep stable.

"Walburga and her need to keep secrets" Rose mumbled before narrowing her gaze at him, starting to pull a piece of parchment from the peacoat pocket. "But I do have some bad news for you Warren"

"What would that be?"

"You see, Orion used to complain about you a lot and he made a contract to assure you couldn't ever leave because working for a Black with their secrets means forever" she began with more slurring, unfolding the parchment and sliding it across the bar. "He fooled you into signing and life or death contract and if you look over your shoulder there'll be a man in black, funnily enough, waiting for me to snap my fingers so he can kill you"

Warren's breath hitched, quickly spinning around on the stool to a middle aged man, musclar with trained dark eyes staring back at him from a booth by the windows.

"So if you really want out of working for me then I could always...." Rose held up her hand, bringing her pointer finger and thumb close to snap.

"No!" Warren shouted before collecting himself, straightening out the emerald tie and lowering his voice. "That—that will not be necessary"

Rose rolled her eyes, nodding toward the hit man.

"Well then...." Warren began with slight horror, "You could buy me a drink after that fiasco considering I now have to call a seventeen year girl boss. Need to be civil if I'm stuck"

"I'm sorry—I can't stay." Her eyes didn't hold their usual mischievous glimmer, instead dead as an Inferni. Her voice was no better as she started to dump galleons on the bar top, "If you'll excuse me," she yanked a random bottle from behind the bar and screwed the cap off, "I have to go bury my grandmother."

Warren pursed his lips and Rose began standing with a stumble, garnering a wince from the man as she stopped by him, digging her nails into his shoulder.

"Don't you ever—" Rose leaned toward his ear, "—Ever try to fuck with me again unless you want your whole family dead."

When Theo walked up the staircase to Rose's bedroom he found no Kreacher waiting outside the door. With zero fear he stepped off the last stair, hesitant fingers reaching for the doorknob before he flung it open.

Kreacher was sat on the foot of the bed, legs crossed as he played with Nyx, eyes widening at Theo and jumping up with a pointed finger.

"Hey!"

Theo's gut twisted at the empty space, tossing the bowl of fruit onto a dresser. "Kreacher"

"Theo not allowed in here!"

"Kreacher I swear to Salazar and back," he gritted out, "Where is she? The funeral is in an hour"

Kreacher shook his head, stammering as he climbed off the mattress. "Kreacher...Kreacher cannot say"

"I'm going to come and ring your neck you ignorant—"

"Stop!" Kreacher yelled, pulling a knife out from his back. "Theo will not touch Kreacher! Kreacher is already an angry elf!"

"I'm not scared of your knife Kreacher! Tell me where she is!" Theo spat before recoiling back, soothing a hand over his shaking chest to calm down. He started to walk closer but this time slowly, "Listen—you know she's not okay and she has to go to the funeral"

"Kreacher cannot....." The elf mutters under his breath, withdrawing the knife with pacing steps. "She's....."

"Kreacher look at me" Theo crouched down, taking the elf's hand in his own as the bottom of his trench coat pooled on the floor. "You know Ro, she won't ask for help but she needs it. Let me go find her"

Kreacher mumbled lowly, wrapping his hand around Theo's finger. "Kreacher guesses if Mistress would want anyone it would be Theo...."

"Yeah yeah" Theo encouraged with a nod, "Come on Kreach"

The elf stared at him, squeezing his pointer finger. "Rose goes to the place like heaven....you remember?"

Theo let out a long breath of relief, bringing Kreacher's head in and hugging him tightly before rising up. "Thank you so much" he muttered before rushing down the staircase and into the kitchen where all the boys were sat around the island.

"What's wrong?" Whitman asked, setting down his coffee.

"I know where she is" Theo muttered and clapped Draco on the shoulder, "Come on—you're coming with me"

"Okay" Draco quickly stood, "You two go to the funeral and wait for us"

"Order yourselves another car" Theo announced as he started quickly walking back out, "We're going to need the one outside"

*

Walburga Black's funeral would be nothing short of grand. An old French chateau was where the service would take place, a castle that only the elite of the elite were permitted to use. After the service there would be a burial on the grounds of the backside of the home where a large cliff dropped off into the grand ocean. According to witch rituals one would have to be buried in the soil of the earth for a week before being moved to a family tomb.

The long stretching driveway was filled to the brim with Wizarding cars, people in black scattered around the front marble steps. Although, after finding Rose drunker than ever in a booth, Theo and Draco took to getting their driver to park with a suitable distance from the entrance.

"We never should've parked so far away" Draco huffs as he and Theo pulled the girl with sunglasses on out of the car, both wrapping their hands around her arms.

"She needs to walk it off" Theo mutters, attempting to tap her cheek to force her awake as her head lulled and instead getting angrily smacked away by Rose. "Okay bend your knee and lift your foot baby"

She stumbled, trying to yank away from them to no avail.

"Hey hey Rosie, remember when we were thirteen and you started stealing some of Theo's fathers whiskey?" Draco asked, holding onto her tighter as she wobbled. "You'd sneak into his study and take it"

"When I...when I realized how much I liked the taste" Rose slurred, sounding spiteful.

Theo wrapped his arm around her neck, hand on her chest to provide better support as they walked. "Yeah and you'd have to go home without throwing up or passing out?"

"Didn't want my grandmother to think less of me" she scoffed, the sunglasses sliding down her nose a little. "What does that matter anymore? Everyone's dead"

Draco pulled them to a stop, grabbing her chin despite her trying to yank away. "Rosie, do I need to stick my fingers down your throat? Theo can hold back your hair"

Theo stared at him disapprovingly.

"What?" Draco snapped.

"Oh no sorry—I'm just wondering why you keep trying to stick your fingers down the others throat" Theo shook his head before guiding her forward, Rose fighting against them as she attempted to keep her heels rooted to the ground.

"Just take off her sunglasses" Draco breathed out, grunting as they forcefully moved her forward.

Theo started to pull the sunglasses up, mouth parting at how blown her pupils were and the pure red bloodshot whites around them, dark purple rings underneath. "Yeah definitely not" he muttered before sliding the sunglasses back in place.

A group full of Whitman, Blaise, Miss Zabini, and all the other Malfoy's stood a little ways away from the steps—the first one turning as he spotted Rose nearing and aggressively struggling in the hold of the two contrasting boys.

"She's loaded" he muttered, nudging Blaise.

"And upset" Blaise added on, garnering the attention of the rest of the group.

Draco and Theo halted her beside the six, Rose finally yanking free and spitting out her words.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"Rose—" Narcissa started to say but stopped as Rose pushed through the group, a slight waver in her walk as she headed toward the steps.

Whitman and the others were right behind her, the Rosier speaking as he tried to keep up. "I know your really upset but we all really need each other right now" he grabbed her arm, trying to make her stop.

Rose turned, smacking the ever living life out of his chest. "Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Ro" Theo pleaded, everyone moving after her as she started up the steps. "Please,"

"You need to be with your family!" Whitman begged and the sentence made Rose freeze on the third step, pushing her sunglasses up with a ragged breath.

They halted at the bottom once more as she turned toward them, sneering in disbelief. "My family?" now everyone could see the water brimming her bloodshot eyes as she held out her arms, "I don't have a family! Everyone is dead!" her ears started to ring as they did in the hospital and she angrily wiped her face, sounding madder than ever as she pointed at her chest. "Within a year their all gone—what? My father who hates me or the mother I killed? Is that what you meant?! Don't act like I have a fucking family!"

The words pierced every single person as Rose scoffed with more tears falling, pulling her sunglasses back down and unsteadily heading up the steps alone like a lamb that lost their Shepard—anyone with eyes could see this sheep had lost her way.

Or maybe make that a black sheep.

After all, wasn't that what the world viewed her as?

Egyptians believed in death one took whatever wished for with them but that was simply not true. In all honestly, one brings nothing into the world and one leaves nothing behind but that never was to say the departed don't leave a massive mess when they go.

As she reached the top step a slight stumble took her over, a random hand grasping her arm. Rose peered up to see Adrian Pucey looking at her with an unreadable expression, a slight hint of worry spread across his features after the fight he just witnessed.

"I don't need your help" Rose scoffed and yanked away, straightening herself and walking through the opened doors through the amassed crowd standing in the walkway between pews.

Each step she took echoed in her mind and off the high ceilings painted in renaissance fashion as her gaze trained on the closed black casket at the front, deeply hued flowers surrounding the portraits of Walburga. The hospital machine was suddenly beeping again and the ringing of her ears returned, heart feeling slowed, beating with hard thumps instead of a steady pace.

With shaking lace covered fingers Rose slid her hand atop the casket, mouth parting in anguish and the commotion of voices left—there was only her—here and alone with a dead body under the wooden lid.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there." Rose whispered, closing her mouth as she whimpered quietly and her head hung forward, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry."

For her time stood still as the rest of the world moved on, people stopping by her with words of condolences. She would never get a goodbye and although Rose would never admit it, she was terrified of being left alone. Walburga was awful but she would've protected Rose with everything in her. She wasn't sure how to make it on her own and it felt like she couldn't breath anymore.

Because without the goodbye or the piercing eyes of the only woman she once had, there just an abrupt gaping hole, forever louder than anyone could speak.

An arm wrapped around Rose's neck, bringing her head into a warm chest. "I'm here" Theo whispered into her hair, pressing his lips down as she weakly leaned into him.

"I don't want to be here—I can't watch this again" Rose whimpered.

"It'll be quick love, you need to say goodbye." he promised, hooking a thumb under her chin and wiping the tears that had escaped from beneath the sunglasses. He nodded after and guided her to the front pew as people began sitting, Rose barely acknowledged the fact all the boys were sitting anxiously in the front as Theo placed her in between him and Whitman.

Rose clenched her jaw and lifted her chin as she yanked her body away from Theo, folding her hands on her lap as she stared at the front, the soft cello sounding like a piercing knife of deja vu.

Whitman gazed around at the few stragglers taking seats before he turned to Rose quietly, "I'll give the eulogy for you—okay?"

She spoke strained and slurred all at once, "I didn't write anything."

"I'll handle it like Theo did for Orion" he promised and attempt to leaned in but Rose shook her head to prevent him from touching her. He took a deep breath as he stood and motioned Draco to scoot into his spot, the room falling silent as the doors closed and Whitman came in front of the podium raised up behind the casket.

"Thank you" Whitman acknowledged at their silence, reaching into his suit and pulling out two pieces of parchment, flatting them against the podium before he grasped the sides—putting on his best mask before beginning to give the speech.

The crowd listened intently as the boy talked about the grand woman Walburga Black was and Rose heard sniffling from seats behind her that she knew was utter bullshit.

Little did anyone know the person standing and praising the departed was the one who drove a knife into her heart with no remorse.

Draco watched Rose stay still as a statue the whole time, even as others took to the podium and gave their words and sorrows over the loss. The only movement she made were her hands, folding and unfolding, popping her fingers, anxiously tapping her chunky rings under the gloves.

An hour passed before a tear dared to leave her eye again and Theo witnessed it slip from under the glasses, his thumb reaching over and brushing the water away without a word—she stays unwavering regardless.

When the time came for the casket to be taken to the cemetery the four pallbearers rised up.

Lucius Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Dane Travers, and Theodore Nott Sr.

The funeral attendees stand as the men lift the casket and begin carrying Walburga down the isle, Rose and her group filing out first as tradition.

Like a mass congregation everyone follows the casket around the front of the mansion and to the backside of the grounds. Rose feels like a ghost as she walks between the boys, passing headstone after headstone, her dark curls blowing in the brisk autumn wind as her heels dig into the grass.

She takes a long inhale and crosses her arms as the casket is placed on metal stand above the empty hole in the ground.

But suddenly it's being lowered and lowered, the pounding in Rose's chest slows again and she's unsure if it's the copious amounts of alcohol in her system or heartache.

It doesn't seem like goodbye but it is and Rose feels regret for being unable to step closer as the casket disappears six feet under and Abraxas Malfoy moves to the side of the grave sight, preparing to speak about one of his oldest friends as he announces everyone to come forward and throw flowers into the grave first.

"I need to go to the restroom" Rose mumbles, catching all the boys attention that had been circling her like a protective shield.

"I'll take you" Theo nods but she steps away, letting Blaise balance her as she stumbles.

"No." Rose dismisses, anger returning to her voice at everything happening so quickly. "I'll just use the outdoor one...it'll...it'll be quick. Just please go talk to Narcissa for me"

Theo doesn't fight her on it because a minute alone would probably do her good, instead he nods and signals Whitman to join him before moving toward the mother passing out flowers.

Rose rushes away, pushing the sunglasses up her puffy face as the tears break loose and the sound of chatter dies once more. Despite the fuzzy vision and off-walk the alcohol gives her Rose makes impressive steps, moving quickly as she grabs her head and begs the sounds to stop—begs her heart to stop beating so slowly.

"She's not going to the outdoor restroom" Draco mutters as Rose fades into the front of the home, standing with Blaise as she goes. "I should...."

"Yeah" Blaise encourages solemnly, "Go get her"

When Draco made it to the driveway he found her walking slow and dead like to a black town car, "Stop!" he yells and she halts at the door.

Rose turns to him with hallow eyes, appearing as a ghost of herself.

"Don't go" Draco pleads, closing the distance between them. "If you have to leave I'll go with you—I'll go anywhere you want"

"The concern is unnecessary" Rose slurs as she yanks open the car door and turns to move in but freezes as Draco speaks again.

"What your going through I—" he pauses, sounding desperate but not caring if he does. "—I want to be there for you Rosie"

"How many times am I going to have to tell you?!" Rose snaps angrily, the grief in her gaze shows remorse for what she's about to say. "You are not my boyfriend!"

"No but I am me and you are you." Draco grabs her hand off the door, wrapping it up with warmth. "It's us Rosie, you fall—I pick you up. I fall—you pick me up. It's how we work"

Her hardened face falters and new tears for a different reason form.

Draco gains hope and for once in his life opens his heart, "Every awful thing you've done or will do, the darkest parts of yourself you don't want anyone to see—I will stand by you through anything."

Her lip trembles as she tries to stay spiteful, "Why would you do that?"

"Because I—" The words almost fall out too easy and the voices that tell him love is a weakness come but he pushes them to the side, firmly holding her as he speaks. "Because I love you."

She sucks in a rush of air and almost collapses, two thick streams of water rolling down her cheeks. Draco hadn't proclaimed to love Rose since he was thirteen and then the three words meant something different, the kind of love you tell your childhood best friend and garner no second glances about. This was the phrase he had been holding in for four years of their tortuous rollercoaster.

But now she knew and he saw it written all over her face that she understood completely. Draco loved Rose, he was in love with her and now he was giving her everything she ever wanted—he wanted to shout it at the top of his lungs because there would never be any shame when it came to her holding his heart so tightly.

Draco's grabs her face with shaking hands as his own eyes fill with tears, watching her cry but instead of the anguish being over her grandmother it's over him. Maybe she wouldn't remember this, the alcohol would surely wash her memory away but she needed to know how much he adored her at the best and worst of times.

"I love you with my entire soul Rosie and I always have."

She whimpers at the words and it makes his chest ache, taking ahold of his hands after and pulling them down as her voice cracks, her features tormented by sadness and anger.

"Well that's too bad" she says and it cuts deeper than a boiled hot blade, tears to match her own coming down Draco's cheeks as she drops into the car and slams the door shut.

The car takes off immediately, leaving Draco to watch her go as he had done too many times in his life.

And then the cycle began, Rose shutting everyone out.

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A/N: im actually sobbing so

—remember when i told you to buckle up?? yeah now it's time for pain

—the little bar Theo got fixed up for her :,)

—when rose shouted abt not having a family on the steps a piece of me died

—rose is going to push everyone away and I'm not prepared 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

—I GOT THE VOICE CLONING THING AND I DID THE LAST SCENE BUT WROTE IT IN DRACOS POV.....It's so beautiful im going to edit it then post it on tiktok so you can all cry with me

—DRACO TELLING HER HE LOVES HER IS INSANELY PAINFUL BECAUSE HE HASNT IN YEARS UPON YEARS

—anyways....I'll be listening to phoebe and crying if anyone needs me <3

no memes because nothing was really funny this chapter besides Theo being triggered over bacon

xx bri