Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 52

AN:This Thanksgiving I was trying to decide how best to show my appreciation for those around me, so I decided to post another chapter.

I know I say it a lot, but seriously, thank you for giving this story your time and attention! You have helped me through rough times, and made the good times even better. I'm so humbled that you enjoy my work, and hope you continue to do so in the future. If you celebrate Thanksgiving, have a relaxing and peaceful day. If not, then have an amazing day!

To All Hogwarts Professors,

First and foremost, thank you for donating your memories of the auror attacks. Thanks to your generosity, the researchers have been able to identify many of the amnesiac victims. Once all the victims are identified, the researchers hope to discover a commonality amongst them, which will hopefully lead to a cure.

The most recent theory put forth by the researchers is that these episodes are caused in part by exposure to the full moon. In two nights, a full moon will be upon us. Thus I feel it is necessary to have in writing the safety procedures we discussed during our last staff meeting.

As of tomorrow, there will be an 8:00 PM curfew for all students; no exceptions. No student will be permitted to leave their quarters until 8:00 AM. All professors are expected to be on standby. Professors Malfoy and Sinistra will keep guard at the front door. If there is an attempted breach they will send out a signal. I have no doubt that all of you will respond appropriately to it.

Although these are trying times for Hogwarts, I have every confidence that we will come through stronger and more united than ever. Thank you again for all the work you have done for our students, both inside and outside the classroom. If you have any questions or concerns please see me. Otherwise I will keep you updated on any and all new information I receive.

Best Regards,

Headmaster Neville Longbottom

Percy stared out at the window, a scowl etched onto his face. He swished his lowball glass, unleashing the aroma of his firewhiskey. After inhaling the spicy scent, he took a sip.

"Uh Sir?"

Percy remained rooted in place.

"Barnabas Cuffe is here to see you. He wants to know if you have any comment for the upcoming full moon."

Percy held up his hand.

Michael muttered, "Mr. Weasley has no comment at this time."

"How can he have no comment?" Barnabas snapped.

Percy sniffed the firewhiskey again.

Michael yelped as he was pushed aside. "How can you not have a comment at a time like this?"

Percy said nothing.

"Surely you have something to say." Barnabas stomped into the room. "Have you not read the latest newsletter Malfoy put out?"

Percy waved his hand down.

"Don't you want to at least respond to it? I mean, how could you stay silent in the face of," Barnabas unfurled a parchment. "'Once again the Ministry has no plans to protect you. The full moon is approaching, yet they remain silent. This is unacceptable.'"

Percy tilted his head up.

"Well, he's damn right that your silence is unacceptable. We cannot afford any more bad publicity."

Percy took another sip of his drink.

"You're losing ground in the polls, and The Daily Prophet is losing credibility. Something needs to be said. Now!"

Percy turned his head. "I do not want to release a statement until I am absolutely sure that Malfoy is correct in correlating the episodes to the full moon."

Barnabas crossed his arms over his chest.

Percy continued, "If I release a statement now discussing my fears that another episode will occur during the full moon, and no such episode occurs, then the Ministry will appear alarmist…"

"Whereas if nothing happens it will appear as if this was a false alarm."

Percy grinned.

Michael shut the door, "And if you wait until after the full moon passes you will have a better idea of what you're dealing with."

Percy replied. "Exactly."

"It's a pretty big gamble though," Barnabas warned. "If there is another outbreak then it will appear as if the Ministry was taken off-guard again."

"It would only appear that way if we had no plan in place to deal with the amnesiacs," Percy replied.

Barnabas' eyes grew. "You have a plan?"

Percy nodded.

"Would you care to enlighten us as to what this plan consists of?"

"Only if it is done so off the record."

Barnabas furrowed his brows before shrugging. "Fine, what is your plan?"

The light in Percy's eyes sent chills down the other men's spines.

How am I going to convince an amnesiac Dad that I am Mum?

Rose licked her lips. Perhaps Dad will not have an episode. Even if he does, there is no guarantee that he will come to my quarters. Perhaps he will stay home, and Mum will handle the entire situation. There may be no reason to convince him that I am Mum in order to keep him calm.

Then again, when have I ever been that lucky?

Rose flipped through the pages of her mother's old yearbook. There was too much to learn, too much to absorb in two days time. Yet if she did not learn every bit of information, then her amnesiac father would see through her ruse. If he saw through her...

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Once her muscles were relaxed she could hear her father's voice echoing in her mind:

"The best occlumens can convince a legilimens of anything. They can create any false memory and display it as vividly as if it had occurred yesterday. Once you are able to accomplish this, Little Rose, you will have become a great occlumen."

Questions soon barraged her brain.

How can I persuade one of the most powerful legilimens alive that not only am I Mum, but that I am also a terrible occlumens? None of the memories I need to access were witnessed by me, and I am positive that I am getting more than a few details incorrect. Dad is a brilliant man. If I make even one mistake he will pick up on it.

Rose turned the page. Hermione twirled around on a dance floor with some Quidditch player whose name Rose could no remember for the life of her.

How can I display a memory correctly if I cannot remember the names of those involved?

In the corner of the photograph, Ron pouted.

Rose's stomach churned. What did Mum seen in that arse?

I've only seen Mum in love with Dad. She has not said one kind thing concerning Ronald. How can I convince Dad that I, as Mum, am falling in love with Ronald when I cannot picture his face without becoming nauseous? Better question: how can I convince him that I am dating a man whose name I cannot remember?

In the next page, Severus was scowling as two other dancers twirled before him. Hermione paid him no heed.

As a student, Mum had never degraded Dad like others did. Still, she did not have a schoolgirl crush on him either. How can I convince him that I see him as only a professor when I know the opposite is true?

Rose buried her face in her hands.

With everything inside of her, she prayed Dad was not going to develop another episode. If he did…what would become of their family?