The Hidden One

godric's hollow

Hi! Just a warning that this chapter does have mentions of sexual assault. There's nothing very explicit, but it's still there. I put a notice before it, so feel free to skip that if you need to.

Christmas approached much sooner than Rose or Draco would've liked. The day itself wasn't horrible, as Voldemort left the house for most of the day. There were no presents exchanged and Draco was the only one to tell Rose happy birthday. Even Narcissa, who was always kind to Rose, seemed to distance herself from the teens. She didn't come to dinner that night, claiming she had a headache.

"Well, well," Bellatrix said as she circled Draco and Rose as they tried to go outside for a walk. "Where are you two going?"

"Just for a walk," Draco said.

"Oh, no," Bellatrix said. "It's not time to take a walk."

"We just finished with dinner, so we-"

"No," Bellatrix interrupted, causing Draco to start shaking some. "It's time for you two to go to your room and have some fun."

"What is this, Bella?" Lucius asked as he joined them.

"These two were trying to go on a walk when they should be engaging in other...activities," Bellatrix said, a smirk on her lips.

"Bellatrix is right. Go to your room," Lucius ordered. Rose wanted to fight back, but Bellatrix started twirling her wand. Rose froze a little and allowed Draco to guide her to their room. The boy slowly closed the door and the pair stared at each other.

"What do we do?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," Rose whispered, feeling tears fill her eyes.

"Rose, please don't cry. We can figure this out," Draco said. Rose just scoffed and wiped her eyes.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Rose mumbled as she pushed past Draco. The second the door closed, Rose was brought into a vision of Harry.

"Are you sure we should be here?" Hermione asked anxiously. Rose could tell that they were hidden under the invisibility cloak.

"Yes. I want to see my old house and try to find Bathilda Bagshot. Dumbledore knew her and my parents did as well," Harry said as he apparated to a village.

"Snow! Why didn't we think of this?" Hermione asked.

"It's fine. We'll smooth it out behind us," Harry said. Hermione looked like she was going to argue, but Harry started walking before she could say anything.

"Do you hear that?" Hermione asked as they neared a church. Christmas carols were being sung by the inhabitants and their voices filled the village square.

"It's Christmas," Harry whispered sadly. "She-she's seventeen now. Maybe she'll be able to apparate now."

"Harry, I doubt Rose has her wand," Hermione said sadly. Harry just nodded and kept walking. He knew that he didn't need to think of Rose, or he would mess up what he's supposed to he doing.

"Harry, look!" Hermione said as she pointed to a statue. Harry watched as the war monument turned into a statue of his parents holding him as a baby.

"C'mon," Harry said as he glanced at the statue. He missed his parents more than he ever had, and seeing their faced wasn't helping. Harry and Hermione made their way into the cemetery and started looking around. Since no one was there, Harry pulled the cloak off of him and they pair split up.