Hi guys! Here's the much anticipated next chapter of Conflicts! (The name still bugs me, by the way.) Hope you like this! You're are going to be surprised and hate me, but it will get better, I promise! This may be a little reminiscent to HP7, but oh well. I don't really care :D Plus, this chapter is going to get a bit violent. Just a warning. The next chapter will be worse, though... And I'm sorry that Scorpius is a bit of a wuss. Keep in mind that he's been getting tortured throughout the time that Rose looks for him. That's pretty mind-wrecking. Look at Frank and Alice Longbottom! Well... he's not THAT far off the deep end but whatever.
Rose twisted through the suffocating darkness. She couldn't breathe, but she scrabbled at the hand that clutched her arm with her fingernails, keeping a firm grip on the injured boy next to her. She could feel her nails breaking the skin, but the man still did not let go.
Finally, the rubber tube opened around her, and she eagerly gulped in fresh night air. Only then did she remember the man gripping her arm.
"Let me go!" she yelled, trying vainly to pry off his hand. "HELP!" she screamed. She still held a firm grip on Scorpius, who, to her horror, had fainted from the Apparition. "HELP!" she yelled again. The man and girl both grunted in effort to throw each other off.
Someone burst out of their door in the village of Hogsmeade to see the struggle down the street. They simply stood in the doorway and stared in awe at the struggle for a moment, then began running.
Rose and the Death Eater struggled against each other. The man paused for a fraction of a second, glimpsed the woman running towards them, and turned on the spot.
Once more Rose and Scorpius were dragged into the impending darkness and suffocation.
They struggled in the darkness, screaming and scrabbling at each other's hands. Rose still tried to pry his hand off, but to no avail. She almost sobbed out loud when the rubber-tube feeling vanished.
They were back at Malfoy Manor.
Rose wailed out loud as something was plunged deep in between two of her ribs. She dropped Scorpius's hand on instinct and clutched her side. Collapsing to the floor, she felt the warm flow of blood between her fingers, and tears sprang to her eyes and ran down her cheeks. A Death Eater loomed over her, holding a scarlet-stained knife in his hand, staring with malice down at her. Pain electrified every nerve and pore of her being. She'd never been hurt quite like this.
"Get up, you useless bag of rubbish!" the Death Eater scoffed. He kicked her side, right where he had stabbed her, and she cried out in pain. She struggled to her feet, still clutching her side. She was horrified to find her hands stained with her own blood. Every step she took was agony. She knew she had no choice to obey the Death Eater, who she now recognized as Rasputin Lestrange, son of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.
She shook uncontrollably and dizzily collapsed against the wall. Through her tears, she saw that Scorpius was being dragged along by only his foot- the one that had broken. A trail of blood from his newly re-opened wounds made streaks on the gray stone floor.
"GET UP!" Rasputin screamed, kicking her again. Rose yelled in response, but impossibly pushed herself to her feet. She staggered along as Rasputin dragged her.
Finally, after agonizing seconds, a rough hand tugged Rose's wand out of her hand and threw her onto a stone cold floor. They were back in the dungeon. Rose heard someone collapse next to her, and she knew by the moan that it was Scorpius. He had revived from his unconsciousness.
Rasputin raised his wand and flicked it. A deep cut was gouged into Scorpius's torso. He screamed in pain- the cut must have severed muscle. The scream vibrated through Rose, and she winced. She'd never heard him yell like this.
"That's for trying to escape," he spat. "Don't try it again or Malfoy here will be a lot worse off than he is now." He slammed the metal door shut, leaving the room in complete darkness except for a single, burning torch on the wall.
Rose suddenly became very aware of the blood still seeping between her fingers. Everything was going slightly fuzzy. "Scorpius..." she choked. Tears still streamed down her face, running off her chin and onto her shirt. He perked up slightly as her voice, and then his eyes widened in terror as he saw the blood on her hands and the twisted grimace on her face.
Despite his numerous injuries, he scrambled over to her and spoke in a rush. "Rosie, no, no, please, stay with me, Rose." He placed his hands over hers in attempt to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Blood still gushed from the wound. "Please, Rosie. Please hang on," he begged. To her pity, silver tears interrupted the blood and bruises on his face. He really must love me, she thought. Everything was getting harder and harder to make sense of, to comprehend. Her thoughts became muddled and mixed. She took deep breaths, but they didn't help her at all. She decided to take a chance and say it. "Scorpius... I... love you..." she choked.
Rose only caught a glimpse of Scorpius's surprised, tearstained face, and then blacked out.