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At Flourish and Blotts
With a grunt and a wince she fell forward on to hard cold stone. She was grateful that she had put her glasses away or she was sure they would have snapped if she had been wearing them when she fell. Standing with a hiss, dizzy and adding to the number of bruises that were just starting to fade, Rose brushed off the soot that she was coated in before taking out her glasses from her pouch around her neck.
Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Rose looked around to find herself very much alone, but where she was she didn't know. All she could tell was that she was standing in a stone fireplace in what looked like a large and dimly lit wizards shop only that nothing in here was likely to be on her Hogwarts school list.
Stepping out of the fireplace Rose looked at all the strange and frightening objects littered around the shop. In a glass case nearby was a withered hand on a cushion, a blood-stained pack of cards and a staring glass eye. On the walls hung evil looking masks that frightened her, and there was an assortment of human bones laying on the counter while rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling that looked like they were meant for torturing. Rose didn't care for the place one bit and wished to leave as soon as she could find the exit.
Clutching her cloak tight around her as if it could protect her from anything that might pop out from the dark corners of the shop, Rose moved on silent feet towards the door so that she may enter the street beyond and hopefully find a way back to the Weasley's. But before she got halfway down the door Rose exhaled a breath of relief when she saw a familiar face on the opposite side of the shops window. Draco Malfoy.
Still a little shaken by the frightening shop that she had landed herself in, Rose didn't really think about her actions as she rushed out of the shop and too Draco. The bell of the shops door rang as she pulled it open, and Rose stepped out on to the street turning in Draco's direction with a smile, a little soot still on her cheeks as she approached him with a bit more reserve then she had exiting.
"Draco!" Rose cried, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling back, just happy to find someone that she knew that could possibly help her.
"Potter, what on earth are you doing here? Whats on your face?" Touching her face with her hands, Rose quickly started to wipe away the soot that was there, even shaking some out of her hair.
"I was with the Weasley's...I've never used floo powder before, some of the ash got in my mouth and I don't think I spoke clearly enough...I was so scared, I'm so glad I saw you or I wouldn't know what to do or where to go next" Rose rambled.
"Where exactly are we?" Rose asked, calmer now as she looked around the street to see an aged witch skulking around. She didn't like the feel of where she was, it seemed so cold and dark despite the time of day.
"Knockturn Alley. Potter, this is my father," and then Rose found herself being introduced to a man with the same pale and pointed face as Draco with cold gray eyes identical to her classmate's. His hair was long and the same pale blonde as his son's.
"Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last, Miss Potter." He extended his hand to her which she took and shook with a polite smile. But instead of releasing her hand, Rose gave a gasp of surprise when he pulled her my her arm close in front of him and used the handle of his cane to brush aside her hair to reveal her scar.
"Forgive me. Your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." Rose couldn't help but jerk out of Mr. Malfoy's grasp.
"You-Know-Who, killed my parents. He was nothing more then a murderer." Rose hissed at him with a glare, her green eyes burning.
"My apology's, it must be very awkward and painful for me to mention him to you. On a more pleasant note, my son seems to be quiet smitten with you. I hope you two can get along again this year in Slytherin." he spoke with a lazy drawl similar to Draco's.
"Draco, why don't you and Miss Potter return to Diagon Alley to find your mother. Perhaps you'll come across the Weasley's so that she may rejoin them, I still have some business here." smiling, Draco nodded to his father and took hold of Rose's hand before pulling her along down the street. Expertly Draco led them along the twisting Alley way and into the sunlight and Rose recognized the snow white marble building that was Gringotts Bank in the distance.
"Why did it take you so long to write me back.? You never explained in your letter" Draco said, still holding her hand. So Rose told him, all about the Dursley and Dobby.
"Dobby? That our house-elf" Draco told her and Rose stopped, pulling Draco back with her when he tried to continue walking.
"You sent him! Why? Do you truly hate me that much that you would have your house-elf pull such a nasty prank on me?" Rose's yelled furiously at him.
"No! I didn't make him do it. I don't know why he would behave such a way and visit you. But I promise you he'll be punished." Rose shook her head, she felt that Dobby had punished himself enough the last she saw him.
"Please don't, Draco," Draco just stared at her before nodding his head.
"In fact, don't mention it all to your parents before we can figure out what he meant" Draco looked like he wanted to argue, but after seeing the look in her eyes he gave a sigh and promised to keep in a secret for now.
"Alright. I still can't believe those filthy Muggles dared to hurt you, if I was there I would have cursed them" Rose wasn't sure why Draco was acting so protective of her, but she was quickly distracted from it when she spotted the apothecary.
"Draco, can we stop really quick. I know we're supposed to be finding your mother, and I must get back to the Weasley's but I think we can spare a moment to get potion ingredients," She turned to him hopefully, the thought of brewing positions against at Hogwarts exciting her.
"Of course," And together they entered the shop, and Draco was at last forced to let go of Rose's hand as she shopped. His mother had gotten his potion ingredients early. He watched as Rose bought far more then necessary, but he dared not interrupt her as he saw the glow of joy that she had as she asked the shop owner if the beetle eyes were fresh. When she was done she had jars of horned slugs, eel eyes, salamander blood. Bottles of dried billywig stings, flobberworm mucus, infusion of wormwood, lethe river water, spines of lionfish. Pouches of snake fangs, porcupine quills, sprig of lavender, valerian sprigs, wolfsbane. When she was at last satisfied with her large stock of ingredients, Rose paid for everything and left the shop with Draco.
"Rose! Rose! Over here!" To voices shouted out.
Looking around Rose smiled wide when she saw Tracey and Hermione running down the last steps of Gringotts and down the street towards them. Hermione's bushy and frizzy hair bounced as she ran while Tracey's fair blonde curls flew behind her. Meeting the three girls hugged.
"Have you seen the Weasley's?" Rose asked the two of them.
"Not yet" Tracey told her before taking notice of Draco behind Rose.
"Malfoy." Tracey nodded her acknowledgment.
"Davis." The gesture and greeting was returned coolly. Ignoring Hermione's presence completely.
"Are you coming into Gringotts, Rose?" Hermione asked her.
"As soon as we've found the Weasley's" Said Rose.
"Then you won't have to wait long. Look behind you," Tracey said with a smirk, pointing beyond Rose into the crowded street.
Both Rose and Draco turned to see Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley sprinting towards them looking as relieved and happy to find her as she was.
"Hi, Fred" Tracey greeted with a shy smile and blush. "Hey, Tracey"
"Rose," Mr. Weasley panted, catching his breath. "We only hoped that you'd only gone one grate too far..." he told her, running a hand through his balding red hair.
"Molly's been frantic-she's coming now" he said, and Rose smiled. She couldn't only imagine how worried Mrs. Weasley has been.
"What are you doing with, Rose?" Ron asked, glaring at Draco.
"I saw him and his father when I came out in a shop at Knockturn Alley. He took me back to Diagon Alley so that we could find you and his mother while Mr. Malfoy handled some business he had left there" Rose answered innocently.
"Knockturn Alley? What type of businessexactly does your father have in such a shady place?" Mr. Weasley asked Draco with clear suspicion towards him.
"As if I would know. Father never tells me anything. He was supposed to be buying me a present. A racing broom," he told Mr. Weasley, turning up his nose at the man and Rose jabbed him in the ribs for being rude.
"Well isn't that nice of him," Mr. Weasley said, clearly forcing his smile as he looked down on the young Malfoy.
Rose didn't even notice Mrs. Weasley or Ginny with her until she was being pressed into 's bosom in a hug as she fretted about her.
"Oh, Rose—oh, my dear—you could have been anywhere—" she gasped for breath and pulled out a large clothed brush, sweeping away all the soot that Rose had missed. When she was done, she put the brush away and took Rose's face in her hands and just looked at her with relief.
"I'll take my leave then, Potter, I still have to find my mother" Draco told her and Rose nodded.
"Ok, thanks again, Draco." With a nod he said goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.
"Was that Draco Malfoy?" Mrs. Weasley asked and Rose nodded, explaining what happened and how she came across Draco and his father.
"Be careful, Rose, the Malfoy's don't have the brightest of reputations" warned as they walked inside of Gringott's.
Mr. Weasley who walked just ahead of them had his attention immediately stolen when he saw Hermione's parents, they were standing nervously at the counter that ran along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them. On the other side of the hall Rose recognized Tracey's mother Clemence with a man she assumed to be Tracey's father.
"Miss Potter, it is so great to finally meet you. My Tracey has spoken so much of you, and my wife has told me of your situation. It's truly horrible what those Muggle's did to you, and you can be rest assured you'll always be welcomed to stay with us" Mr. Davis spoke with a welsh accent.
Mr. Davis was a tall and thick muscled man, clad in a black suit with a red ascot tucked into his vest and a silver pocket watch sticking out of his breast pocket. Clasped to his shoulder with silver buttons was a silk cloak. His hair was an inky black with stubble on his chin, with a strong straight nose and had remarkable kind looking violet eyes. Rose winced when he gripped her hand a bit too tight as he shook it.
"Oh, how terrible of me. I'm so sorry, my dear, my wife and daughter always tell me that I never know my own strength" Mr. Davis apologized looking ready to cry.
"It's quite alright, it was nothing really." Rose smiled. Just then Mrs. Weasley walked over to them to retrieve Rose so that they could go to their vaults.
"And you must be, Molly? Ianto Davis, it's such a pleasure to meet you. My lovely wife has spoken very highly of you since your meeting. I'm grateful to know that you've been taking such good care of my Tracey's dear friend" Rose hid her giggle behind her hand at how excitable Mr. Davis was, showing that Tracey's personality was inspired by her mothers.
"We do what we can for her. And I'm so sorry but we must go to our vaults now, but once we return we may have more time to chat." Mrs. Weasley said and Mr. Davis apologized for keeping them before letting them leave his company so that they may proceed with their transactions.
"See you soon, Tracey, Hermione!" Rose waved to them before joining the Weasley's in following a goblin that would take them to their underground vaults while Mr. Weasley stayed with Percy to continue to speak with the Granger's.
The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the banks underground tunnels. Rose laughed madly during the entire breakneck journey down to the Weasley's vault. As Mrs. Weasley got out she gave Rose a hard look, the money Rose had given her heavy in her bag. When the Vault opened there was a very small pile of silver sickles and one gold galleon. Mrs. Weasley was careful to wait until her children were looking away to grab just a few sickles and add them to the pouch of galleons that she had. Even when she had given as much gold as she had, Rose still couldn't help but feel guilty when they reached her vault. She made quick work in grabbing a handful of coins and pouring them into the bag of what she had left from last year.
Once back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered something about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan and went off with him. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to Madame Malkin's for her robes and then to get Ginny her wand and Mr. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks," Said Mrs. Weasley to them before setting off with Ginny.
Rose, Tracey, Ron and Hermione strolled off down the winding street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze that Rose had was begging to begging to be spent, and though Rose usually one to give in to her own fancies, she didn't mind treating her friends to strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice cream. As they slurped down their ice cream they continued to wander the alley, examining the fascinating show window and going in to buy a few things. Rose had pulled them all in to Wizeacre's Wizarding Equipment so that she could buy crystal phials and jars for her potions. When she was done she left with a box of carefully wrapped phials and bottles.
And as Ron stared longingly at a full set of Chudley Canon Robes in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, Rose, Hermione and Tracey left him to go into the shop next door to buy some ink, parchment and new quills. When they were done Ron was still in front of the window of the Quidditch shop.
"How about I get you a Chudley Canon jumper as thanks for coming and getting me from the Dursley's? Of course I'll have to stop and buy the twins something as well," She smiled at Ron who beamed at her before grabbing her hand and running into the shop to show her which one he wanted.
'Mrs. Weasley is probably going to be angry with me for buying Ron and the Twins something after giving her all that money for everyone's books and Ginny's first year supplies. But It's worth seeing Ron's smile and to know that I can do something for them' Rose thought as she handed the clerk the amount for the jumper that Ron was already putting on. It was a perfect fit.
"Your mothers' accent is thick Tracey, did she attend Hogwarts or somewhere else?" Rose as they left the Quidditch shop to visit other stores.
"My mother attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France and grew up there all her life, and my grandparents sent my father all the way to the Durmstrang Institute near Norway and Sweden. But he grew up in Wales when he wasn't at school" She explained.
"Ah" was all Rose could say to the information.
Rose had stopped at Eeylops Owl Emporium to pick up some food and treats for Hedwig. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they found Fred, George and Lee Jordan where Rose bought the twins No-Heat fireworks for a present while they purchased on their own Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start. In a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains, Rose had the luck to find a treasure. A aqua aura quartz pendant wrapped in silver wire twisted in an attractive pattern. It was simple and perfect for Ginny who's birthday was in august. And as they moved towards the counter so that she could pay for it, they came across Percy sitting in an old chair that looked ready to break, deeply immersed in a small book titled Prefects Who Gained Power.
"A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover of the book. "That sounds fascinating..."
"Go away!" Percy snapped at his brother.
"'Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out...He wants to be Minister of Magic..." Ron told his friends in an undertone as they left Percy to it with Ginny's gift boxed and wrapped prettily in a little box tied with a bow.
An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. And they were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached the shop, they saw to their surprise a large crowd of jostling outside the doors, trying to force themselves in. The reason for the mob was proclaimed by a large banned stretched across the upper windows.
Will be signing copies of his autobiography
Today 12:30 p.m. To 4:30 p.m.
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole book- list!" Rose couldn't seem to bring herself to be as impressed as Hermione, and it appeared neither could Tracey as she looked as bored as ever.
The crowd seemed to be made up of mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. There was a harassed looking wizard stood at the door, telling the women to calmly enter the shop not to push and to mind the books.
Being careful of the pile of purchases Rose carried, the four of them squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. The each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells Grade 2 and wormed their way up the line to where the rest of the Weasley's were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Mr. and Mrs. Davis.
"Oh, there you are, good," Said . She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute..."
"Meow!" Rose looked around, trying to find the sound and saw Ginny holding a cage with a ginger kitten in it with honey colored eyes. Hanging from the crook in her arm was a shiny cauldron with books in it.
"Oh, Ginny, you got a cat!" Rose said with a smile when she saw how happy Ginny looked.
"Yes, and it's thanks to you that she was able to get one" Rose looked up and paled under the serious look Mr. Weasley was giving her.
"You know?" said Rose.
"I know." Mr. Weasley nodded.
"Are you mad?" she asked him.
"No, Rose, I'm not mad. What you did was very sweet and helped us supply Ginny with brand new robes, a wand, and books for her very first year at Hogwarts. We are very grateful, but I'm sure that Molly has already let you know that we will not accept such a generous gift again. And I ask that you also don't spoil the others either" Rose nodded.
"Did you have fun with your friends, Tracey?" Mr. Davis asked his daughter.
"Yes, Father, I did." She told him with a smile.
"I'm glad." He said, and bent to kiss her head lovingly, happy that his daughter was able to make friends and enjoy herself. Rose felt a surge of envy as she watched them and tried to distract herself from the feeling my examining one of the shelves close to them for any books that interested her.
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly, almost dramatically, into view and sat at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own fave, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that was an exact match to the color of his eyes.
'What a narcissistic man, not even Draco is this obnoxious. His books are probably all rubbish' Rose thought after taking one look at Lockhart and snorted. Completely unimpressed Rose turned back to the shelf, looking through the books for something of actual interest to her.
As Rose pulled a book out on transfiguration, a short and irritable-looking man danced around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash. The light in Rose's peripheral vision made her temples pulse and head ache as she craved a nice cup of tea and a quiet spot to sit. She didn't like such large crowds, not after the first time Hagrid had taken her into the Leaky Cauldron to get to Diagon Alley and a mob of rabid witches and wizards were practically biting at each other to get at her just to shake her hand. It was suffocating and annoying.
"Out of the way, boy, this if for the Daily Prophet—" The photographer snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot.
"Ow, your stepping on my foot!" Ron yowled, trying to get his foot out from underneath the other.
Putting the book she was skimming through back in its spot, Rose turned from the shelf and approached Ron and the photographer. She couldn't just let her friend get trampled on after all. It wasn't pleasant getting pushed and stepped on.
"Excuse me, sir, but you're hurting my friend. If you could only just move a little so you'll be off his feet? We'll be sure to give plenty of room after." Rose says, touching the man lightly on the shoulder to get his attention.
When he looks at her with glaring eyes, the corner of his mouth in a sneer and Rose hopes that he doesn't notice her scar and recognize her. He looks at her a little longer and then at Ron who looks like he's ready to deck the man if he didn't get off his foot soon. Looking back to her and her smiling face the man grunts, and moves forward and off of Ron's foot.
"Thank you." She says, and try's to grab for Ron to pull his further back and away to give the man room so no more toes were stepped on.
"It's not even like he's that big of a deal" Ron says, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on. Gilderoy Lockhart apparently heard the comment and looked up.
He saw Ron- and the he saw Rose. He stared long and hard at her before leaping to his feet and shouting loud enough that surely the whole shop must have heard him. "It can't be Rose Potter?"
Rose pales at the cry of her name and she tries to hide behind the Weasley's. She hated being the center of attention, she hates people staring at her. But Lockhart had a seeker on her, and she wouldn't evade him that easily as the crowd parted and even Mrs. Weasley stepped aside so that Lockhart could seize her. He grabs her arm roughly and Rose breath hitches as images of her Uncle doing the same enters her mind, grabbing her so tightly her arm is left with a bruise in the shape of his hand. She scratches at Lockharts hand her, breath quickening. Lockhart quickly seizes her attacking hand in a grip as he shakes it while the photographer is clicking away at his camera, and the flashes are blinding her to the point where her eyes are starting to water and she just wants to escape and hide.
"Please, let me go, I don't like this" She pleads with him, trying to pull back but he just tucks her under his arm, clamping her tightly to him and forcing her to face the crowd not even noticing that she starting to shake.
"Nonsense. Together you and I are worth the front page. Now, nice big smile, Rose" he tells her, ignoring her discomfort.
'I hate this, I don't like the bright light of the camera, and all those eyes looking at me. I hate this, I hate this. Someone make it stop' Rose thinks as her head starts to spin and she feels sick.
"Please, let me go," she pleads in a tiny, breathy voice that Lockhart doesn't hear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement" His voice seems deafening when he was so close and Rose's vision is starting to swim. She's not sure how much longer she can stand in front of everybody. All the eyes looking at her, like an animal on exhibit in zoo and it wasn't the first time she had felt like this.
"She looks like she going to toss her breakfast" Ron says, observing Rose's face change color.
"She just might. Rose doesn't like to be smothered too much, especially by strangers too much and she hates having everyone's attention on her. It makes her extremely uncomfortable and even nauseous" Tracey explains. Hermione and Ron look from Tracey to upfront at Rose with concern. They hadn't know that about Rose.
"When young Rose here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, she had only wanted to buy my autobiography – which I shall be happy to present her now, free of charge –" The crowd applauds and a thick and heavy book is roughly shoved into Rose's hands. She looks at the smiling, winking face on the cover and feels even sicker.
"She had no idea that she would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. She and her schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" And as Rose was about to be presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart, Rose couldn't take it anymore. Lurching forward Rose decorated Gilderoy Lockharts shoes with the ice cream she had earlier.
"Rose!" Mrs. Weasley and the others cried out in concern, running up to her Mrs. Weasley tended to Rose as Mr. Weasley took her books while Lockhart stood shocked and disgusted as he stared down at his expensive dragon hide boots.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to," Rose says weakly to Lockhart who was trying to get back his composure, as Mrs. Weasley wraps her arms gently around her shoulders why she took a handkerchief from her purse and started to clean Rose's mouth.
"We know you didn't, Rose, we should have noticed you looked ill. This is our fault" Mrs. Weasley says to her as she moves to take Rose away from the table.
"Now let's get you some fresh air, it might do you some good."
"But my books-" Rose tried to argue weakly.
"Arthur's getting them all now," He told her, trying to get through the crowd that swarmed them, asking if Rose was alright with concern, fake and real. Finally Fred and George had come around to make a wall around them to help barrel through the crowd and towards the door.
"How is she, Molly?" Mr. Weasley asked when he met up with the close to the door, his arms filled with everyone's books.
"Well, well, well—Arthur Weasley" Rose looked up to see Mr. Malfoy, standing with his hand on Draco's shoulder who was looking at Rose with concern, shocked and worried to see her looking so sickly. Her skin was pale and had a sheen of sweat to it.
"Lucius," said Mr. Malfoy, nodding coldly.
"You look terrible, Potter" Draco said with very little tact or observation.
"Yes, well I feel terrible, Draco. Your such a gentlemen for noticing and pointing it out." Rose said, her voice still breathy and her throat burning and tears still misty.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear." said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids...I hope they've been paying you overtime?" He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted a brand new copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, looking almost surprised by it's perfect condition.
"Apparently they are," Mr. Malfoy said. "It's looks like being a disgrace to the name of wizard is finally paying off" Mr. Weasley flushed darker then Rose had ever seen even Ron turn red.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy." Mr. Weasley said.
"Clearly," Said Mr. Malfoy, his blue eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger and sneered in their direction. "The company you keep, Weasley...and I though your family could sink no lower-"
There was a yowl and loud clang as Ginny's cat and cauldron fell along with the books Mr. Weasley had been holding; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him back into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came down on their heads.
"Get him, Dad!" Ron and The Twins shouted.
"No, Arthur, No!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked and Rose winced . The shouting and all the movement in front of her was making her dizzy again.
"Now, gentlemen, that's enough-"Suddenly both men were separated in an instant by Mr. Davis who was smiling as cheerful as ever. Mr. Weasley had a cut on his lip and Mr. Malfoy have been hit it the eye by one of Gilderoy's books. "We are examples for our children, yet here are two grown men before me who should be acting civilized and polite, brawling! Now there is a little girl who is ill, and that is where attention should he served instead of wasting your energy embarrassing yourselves in front of a crowded shop and your children." Mr. Davis reprimanded them both.
"Here, girl – take your book – it's likely the nicest that you'll ever have – " Mr. Malfoy said with a glint of malice in his eyes as he thrust Ginny's transfiguration book that he had still been holding at her, her caged kitten being held by her brother, unhurt from its fall.
"Come, Draco!" Mr. Malfoy called his son as he turned to march out of the store.
"Feel better, Potter" Saying that Draco followed his father out.
"You should have ignored him and focused on getting Rose outside" Mr. Davis said to Mr. Weasley as he patted his shoulder and helped him dust himself off.
With eyes widening in realization, Mr. Weasley felt a bit ashamed of himself for forgetting Rose's sickly condition. Looking to his wife he saw the girl tucked safely under her arm as her friends looked at her with worry. Ginny once more had her cat and cauldron of books in her arms and the twins were helping to carry all of Rose's things. Rose was growing paler and her bright green eyes seemed to have dulled a bit.
"Your right, I apologize."
"As you should. A fine example for your children and Rose...brawling in public...what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought—" Mrs. Weasley berated her husband as they left the shop and entered into the street which seemed empty compared to the crowd still inside of Flourish and Blotts.
"He was pleased, mum" Said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were taking Rose away when he finally came to? He was asking the bloke from the Daily Prophet how he could work it all into his report, and asked them same when Dad was going at it with Malfoy – Said it was all publicity—"
Rose shook her head, she didn't like Lockhart one bit and Draco's father wasn't her favorite of wizards at the moment either. The two were both arrogant and rude with no consideration to other people. She hated people like that the most. She just hoped that Draco wouldn't follow his father's example, and would treat people better with time. She wouldn't lose hope in him just yet. She was relieved when they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron to join the fireside and she was given a glass of water that helped to sooth her scratchy throat and was followed by some warm soup to fill her and calm her stomach alongside a piece of toast.
Once Rose finished with her small meal, she and the Weasley's would be returning back to the Burrow using Floo Powder. They said good-bye to the Granger's first who would be leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side, and then Goodbye to the Davis's who would be returning to their own home by Floo Powder after them.
"Are you sure you can handle it? we wouldn't want you to get sick again. We can all wait a bit longer until your stomach is more settled to return home." Mrs. Weasley fretted over her.
"I'm quite alright now, Mrs. Weasley, I just didn't like being stared at and the lights of the camera and it's smoke made me nauseous is all. I'm fine now" Rose assured her as she took off her glass and put them safely in the mokeskin pouch around her neck before helping herself to the Floo Powder.
Too understand a few things and answer questions you might have, please read:
I feel that since Rose never liked such in her face attention( the same way Harry didn't like getting attention), that it wouldn't be surprising that she would develop a bit of a phobia of being the center of attention amongst large groups of people. She's not used to it, and because of her own nightmares and her first encounter being surrounded by so many people her first year in the leaky, along with her abuse by the Dursley's left her just a slightly traumatized.
I want you to remember, that despite being a death eater, it makes the Malfoy's less suspicious and put in a better light if they are associated with Rose, the girl-who-lived. That's why Lucius approves and encourages Draco's relationship with Rose, while secretly still on the dark side.
Rememember, Rose's generosity is meant to be a fault and not a virtue.
I really hope to at least get one review on this chapter seeing as I haven't had any on the last one yet. Reviews are important, because then I get to hear what you think and try to improve on it. It also encourages me and raises my self confidence as a writer.