Heart of a Lion, Head of a Serpent

July 28, 2010
By squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb


The golden, orange, and red leaves on the lonely high limbs of the great oak trees had the appearance of fire, swaying softly with the crisp summer breeze. An icy film of frost topped the fallen browning dead leaves that covered the forest floor. The grounds were quiet, empty as if the world itself had stopped spinning.
As she walked the winding, narrow path back to the massive and almost ominous looking castle on the top of the hill looming over the great Black Lake, Rose Weasley appeared calm and serene, but trouble brewed beneath the surface. With only the sound of the few chirping birds that remained in the trees and the crunch of the gravel beneath her feet to serenade her while she pondered, she pictured the face of her mother when she came home for the Christmas holiday and told her that horrid secret she had pushed to the very back of her mind where she hardly dared to go.

Before she knew it, she was at the castle gates. Hogwarts castle. This is where it all began. This ancient, historic castle that is the setting for almost every tale she was told as a child. The stories of armor that moved, a poltergeist that terrorized first years, the professors for which her cousins were named, the library where her mother studied for hours on end and was petrified in by the basilisk that her uncle had slain and rescued her aunt from, where her parents fell in love. If not for Hogwarts, she would not exist, she would not, and neither would her problem.
She should go inside, she knew she should, it was lunch time, almost time for her next class. They’d be looking for her, she knew they would. If they did not find her in lunch, they would track her down and corner her in the common room. At fifteen, Rose thought she could decide who her friends should be and what she did was her own business, but apparently not. They would find him.

Well so what? There’s nothing to tell. They’ll look like right proper gits they will.

Rose decided that her appetite had dwindled into nothing with just the thought of him, that stupid boy.

“Git,” she muttered, kicking the pebbles by her toes.

“Who’s a git?” someone whispered in her ear.

She whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat and her long red hair swiping whoever was behind her in the face. She turned and stared directly into the very eyes of her quandary. They were a stormy gray-blue, not a cold and hard blue like the ones of the others in their family. There was a smile upon his pointed and pale face. Not a big one, but a small, playful, mischievous one. That smile made her angry. She wanted nothing more to whip out her wand and bat bogey hex him so hard that she’d never have to see that stupid smirk again.


“You, Scorpius,” she growled. “Get away from me before I jinx you!” She shoved him back, but it had no effect.

He had a strong, muscular build. The best Gryffindor beater Hogwarts had seen since Rose’s twin uncles Fred, whom she had never met, and George, who must have had two ears back then. He was clever and bright, if he was not a Malfoy, her mother, Hermione, would have liked him. He was also uncommonly kind; she had never seen him hurt anyone, not if he could help it. Trouble seemed to find him, he could never roam about the castle alone, too many children of his father’s old friends, growing more and more powerful every year.

“Rose, please, don’t,” he pleaded. “Please, just tell me what I’ve done.”

“You won’t leave me alone!” she cried.

Scorpius looked at her with sad, desolate eyes.

“We were so close last year Rose,” he said, softly. “What happened? Please, tell me.”

“It’s nothing you can fix,” she murmured.

“Please Rose, let me try. I deserve a chance, please,” be begged.

He was desperate. He needed a friend. Sure, the other Gryffindors had given him a chance, but if they knew what he wanted, if they knew what was between him and one of their own, they would surely turn on him, so would the his Ravenclaw friends because of Rose’s brother, Hugo. The Slytherins loathed him, as they should, them being Slytherins and him being a Gryffindor, and from a Slytherin family at that! When the now almost ancient Professor McGonogall had called his name to be sorted, he heard whispers buzzing about like demented bees, mocking him and his family. The Great Hall was dead silent with shock while he wore the Sorting Hat, it telling him that he was so different from his family. How it thought he would undoubtedly be a Slytherin, and now it must decide between Ravenclaw, and Slytherin’s arch rival house, Gryffindor. His parents had disowned him after they had seen his Gryffindor robes that summer holiday, sent him away to live in the house of his deceased grandparents, Narcissa and Lucius. Not that it had mattered much, they invested little time in him before and was raised more by the house elves than by his proud parents.
There was little company there in that old place, only the elderly housekeeper, Millicent-a bitter old woman- sent to take care of him. He was miserable, alone, and without affection until he had received his first letter the summer after his second year at Hogwarts. It was an old owl who had delivered it. Pig, was its name, perhaps? There was a letter from Hugo and Rose Weasley, and even James Potter, who had become his friend on the Quidditch team. His friends were from families that his despised. Civil on Platform 9 ¾, but forever loathed one another. The Potters and Weasleys accepted Scorpius after his parents had rejected him. They kept an eye on him the first time he visited (it had been that same summer), but they learned to trust him, that he was different. He had grown closer to Rose toward the end of their Christmas holiday last year their fourth year at school, and now he had lost her and he had to know why!

“There’s nothing Scorpius!” she shouted, tears twinkling in her bright green eyes. “Nothing! Just nothing you can do!”

He didn’t move, his face was stony, his eyes sad. She couldn’t bear to look into those eyes, those eyes that gazed at her so lovingly at one time. Such a wonderful time that was. In the Burrow, that had been expanded upon yet again after her brother was born, with her grandparents and the Potters on Christmas Eve. The whole family had been in the orchard that snowy afternoon playing a friendly game of Quidditch. The losing team had to clean up the plates after dinner, to their dismay, without magic. Rose had been on the loosing team, despite being one of the best chasers, not unlike her Aunt Ginny, on the Gryffindor House team.
She was washing dishes when Scorpius joined her. He brought her a mug of butterbeer and had sprinkled just a bit of cinnamon on top because he knew that was her favorite drink. He had asked her to join him by the window in the lounge across from the cackling fire. They were alone and they were having a splendid time. As the night progressed, Rose had rested her head on Scorpius’s shoulder; he had his arm around her waist. Rose remembered never wanting such a happy feeling to end, but, alas, it did. Hugo had walked into the room and loudly cleared his throat. Rose couldn’t help but think her father was standing in front of them, as he and his son shared appearance and that same disapproving stare. It was hard, angry, and spiteful.

That had been the end to their closeness. They had avoided one another for the rest of the break, and never got a chance to see one another between their classes. They spoke only during meals, and that was limited by the amount of people they were dining with.

Rose hung her head in shame, for she understood, or so she thought, more than Scorpius why Hugo had been so angry that night. She knew what she had to do, and, despite that it was a bitter and cold act, she had done it. She would do it forever if it meant pleasing her family, which was all she wanted to do. She felt a horrible churning in her stomach and felt ill. A tear rolled down her cheek and Scorpius wiped it away with his thumb. He tilted her face upward and her heart began to race.

“You can tell me, Rose,” he assured her.

Little did poor Rose know, Scorpius knew what she was going to say. That very night, Christmas Eve, he began to understand that she would never allow herself to be with him if her family disapproved. He knew her though, he knew Rose better than her family. She would decide for herself, she had to. Scorpius had faith, and he would pursue her until she told him herself that she did not want to be with him.

She opened her mouth to speak, almost afraid that she would vomit instead of talk, but nothing came out. He waited patiently for her, his eyes never leaving her face despite that she wanted nothing more than to run away and never see him again. She opened her mouth, but instead of words, she made some sort of gurgling noise. She clamped her jaw shut tight, took a deep breath, looked at Scorpius with an unyielding glare and began to speak, only to be cut off by the sound of her brother and cousins.

“Where could they be?” Hugo demanded, angrily.

“C’mon Hue, what’s the worst that could happen?” said James.

“He’s a Malfoy! A no good, rotten pureblood, and he’s got my little sister! What couldn’t happen?!” Not only did Hugo look like his father, but he also had his temper.

“He’s our friend,” said Albus.

“He’s a Malfoy!”

His words stung Scorpius, but only for a moment. Hugo was his friend, and he understood his family history did not serve his purpose well. He was a Malfoy, he knew what he was, everyone knew what he was, but they did not know what it was like to live in the home of Draco Malfoy and his wife. They could not possibly imagine.
Rose looked at him, terrified, and pulled away from him. “I have to go, they can’t find us! Not like this!” she hissed, and began to turn toward the castle.

“Rose, wait!” Scorpius called after her. She faced him again, more tears in her eyes. “I know my family and yours are enemies, but I haven’t seen my father or mother in over two years. I’m different, I am! You know it! They know it! Please, give me a chance. I deserve a chance, don’t I?” He held out his hand, inviting her to come with him. “Please, Rose, trust me.”

Rose glanced back at the castle, the footsteps of her brother and cousin coming closer and closer, her heart pounding against her chest so hard she thought it would burst out. The words her father had said right before she boarded the Hogwarts Express five years ago ringing in her ears;* “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”. Her eyes darted back and forth between the castle and Scorpius’s pleading face. With a final look, she made her decision and took Scorpius’s hand. Together, they ran toward the Black Lake.

TO BE CONTINUED…



*Direct quote from J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows



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on Aug. 23 2010 at 12:10 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

Get your team over to my article, will ya? Hahaha, you don't actually have to though....What exactly is your case though? That confuses me...

on Aug. 23 2010 at 8:19 am

it's all good. And I love how you got avenged fakerfold to delete his/her comments--it really helps my case...

but the J7X team still lives!!!!


on Aug. 23 2010 at 8:15 am
ahh and before you call me out on bad grammar the ' after "lets'" was a typo. I was too busy overreacting to your offensive remarks to make sure my fingers were hitting the right keys.

on Aug. 22 2010 at 9:55 pm
kill6them6all6, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes, its the chase that keeps us going." Donnie Darko

I'm sorry, hunn. I tried haha. But I'm gonna stop commenting, unless its about the story because I know you don't deserve this. I love you.

on Aug. 22 2010 at 7:20 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

It's the only other story I've got. Just click on my name. It's called "Mystery of Bear Creek." sorry for not replying sooner, I've been away.

on Aug. 22 2010 at 7:18 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

Knock it off. I'm ending this. You wanna argue? Go to my other story and argue there because I couldn't care less about it, but not here. I actually worked on this before I posted it, so, really, stop.

on Aug. 21 2010 at 10:31 pm
kill6them6all6, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes, its the chase that keeps us going." Donnie Darko

All of TeenInk? It might encourage bullying? Don't you think you're overreacting just a tad bit? Oh, wait. I forgot. This entire argument is because you overreacted.

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on Aug. 21 2010 at 7:08 pm
Whylime, Brentwood, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
Grief is the price we pay for love -- Queen Elizabeth ll
Don't go there, I'll only follow -- ???
Why is a raven like a writing desk? -- The Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland
Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most -- Willy W.

Anyone who is here to comment on the J7X fight shindig just DON'T! Because Squid is getting very annoyed because this is a place to comment on her work not some team thing. If you want to discuss/hate on Jason (real one), start a thread. Or better yet go to Jason's thread and critisize. Leave Squidward to peace!

on Aug. 21 2010 at 2:15 pm
typo: "without a doubt not intened to be a joke."

on Aug. 21 2010 at 2:14 pm

You could have ended it many many posts ago by chosing not to respond to me. It's really adorable how you're trying to make yourself look like the good guy when you just have to get in the last word.

Don't forget everyone, she called me stupid--and so did billy boy. I never insulted anyone like that.

I think you and your friend owe me, the J7X team, and all of teen ink an apology before we call a truce. Your offensive remarks about my intelligence were, without a doubt, intended to be a joke less the joke was at my expense. That kind of behavior is unacceptable--it might encourage bullying. I'll be happy to call a "truce" once we see a proper apology.


on Aug. 20 2010 at 8:55 pm
kill6them6all6, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes, its the chase that keeps us going." Donnie Darko

I'm not trying to continue it, I'm trying to end it, like I said. And wow, my boyfriend is an all state lineman this year for varsity. :) Maybe you guys should talk :) But as I said, I have no problem with your feedback and I know squid apreciates it. And I know she is getting sick of this. So I am trying to end it. And I'm throwing down my normal defensive attitude to call a truce. And also to judge eachother as if this never would have happened. So what do you say, for the sake of squid, that we end it all?

on Aug. 20 2010 at 6:50 pm

well yeah I'm sure you and billyboy have known her much longer and that's why you tried to bite my head off. I'm not dwelling on this--you think that all day when I've been at football practice welcoming the freshmen and sophomores to Varsity I'm thinking about this little fight on teenink? Nah, I mentioned the fact that I've got a great group of friends on this J7X team to a couple buddies of mine, but you... I never even thought of you until I got an email update about somebody replying to a comment I had made.

So if this is such a silly joke and you have better things to dwell on (I've found in life that nothing is the best thing to dwell on--maybe I'm stupid but I'm happy) why, my dear kill6them6all are you 1) calling me stupid when I never said anything like that to you 2) getting all worked up and 3) continuing the fight on squid's story when she doesn't want people to view it for the wrong reasons? Have some respect for her would you? Why are you hurting your best friend just so that you can try to hurt me? Am I that important to you?

And the funniest thing of all, my friend, is that squid likes my feedback. And so every other writer on this website who wants to get better. So what is your problem with me?


on Aug. 20 2010 at 6:42 pm

I'll check it out lol but where/which one is it?

and yeah it's nice to mix things up a little bit but I like to let out what comes naturally to my head which is actually more of a blend of niceness and sarcasm if I'm not in a bad mood like I was a few weeks ago and giving out mean feedback lol


on Aug. 20 2010 at 8:21 am
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

O_o         

on Aug. 20 2010 at 8:19 am
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

Thanks...uh......sweetheart?....??

on Aug. 19 2010 at 11:50 pm
kill6them6all6, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes, its the chase that keeps us going." Donnie Darko

Excuse me, Jason. But both me and ManBehindTheMask have known squid way longer than you have, lets say I've been her best friend for humm...3 years now? And why do there have to be sides? Why can't we all just put it past us? Do you have nothing else better to dwell on? Because thats what you're making it look like. I, however, am gone all day with my boyfriend and friends having a nice summer. But you, making YOURSELF look stupid, are still arguing your point over and over again on something every body else who has a grain of intelligence, gave up on. Because you wanna know what they realized? IT DOESN'T MATTER! It was a silly joke so he could get you to laugh a little. So get over it. And get over yourself. Because you seem to think your the best because you have random strangers backing you up. Well honestly, I can't say much for them either because it was a joke. And if they knew the intention, they wouldn't have been here backing you up while you went on a rant about pride and stuff because you think its wrong. Can we all agree to LET IT GO? Or do you honestly have NOTHING better to dwell on in your life? Because I know I do.

on Aug. 19 2010 at 8:40 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

Thanks, I'll ask the faker to make a few appearances on the JX7 team articles. Oh, by the way, I've got another article I specifically posted to please you and your love for modernism. Check it out if you like.

 

I was proud of you before you said you were only going to be nice to make fun of those guys! But, who knows, you may find it rewarding to be nicer...


on Aug. 19 2010 at 8:32 pm

i do like my style but your friends like billyboy and the masked man or whatever are giving me a hard time so I'm making a joke out of their silliness again :)

and both of them feel the same afterwards if you've done a good job lol but anger is a scar--it can be ignored but never forgotten. It's all a matter of chosing are you going to dwell on it or ignore it and move on. I chose to move on because being depressed isn't fun. Being cocky is :D

and you can thank me later for making your story so popular. I still haven't been able to do the same thing for my teammates yet. All these comments are going to take you to number one!!


on Aug. 19 2010 at 8:26 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

By the way, I saw your forum. Very happy that you're trying a new style of feedback! Why though? I thought you liked your style!

on Aug. 19 2010 at 8:22 pm
squidzinkpen SILVER, Buffalo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The Irish gave the Scots the bagpipes as a joke, but the Scots haven't seen the joke yet"- Irish Proverb

Anger can be released and forgotten. It isn't a scar, or a permanent (spelling?) state.Football can help release stress, which can cause anger, but I dunno about the other one...Anger returns unless it's dealt with.


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