Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 77

AN: Thank you so much for all the support! I deeply appreciate it.

"What is so important that you'd drag me away from my latest scoop?"

"Whatever you were doing before is not nearly as interesting as what I am about to reveal to you."

"What on earth are you going on about?"

"Just be patient," Percy sneered. "All will be revealed in due time."

"For your sake I hope so. Right now I could be interviewing Luna Lovegood on her toe fairy discovery, not listening to you fumble for some type of excuse for the Ministry's latest blunder."

Percy chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Trust me, Rita. This is a far juicier story than a toe fairy."

Rita tapped her left foot.

"I assure you that you will not regret coming here," Percy answered.

"For your sake, I hope so," she warned.

"Hello Ms. Snape."

"Hello Mr…."

"You can call me Michael."

Rita whispered, "This news involved Rose Snape?"

Percy nodded.

There was a spark in Rita's eyes.

"Why don't you run along and hide somewhere?" Percy waved her off. "Things are about to become quite interesting."

"Yes," Rita purred. "They are."

She transformed into a fly and buzzed into a dark corner.

Michael cracked open the door. "Mr. Weasley?"

Percy drawled, "Yes."

"Rose Snape is here to see you."

"Please send her in."

Rose strode inside, a scowl etched upon her face. Percy stood and extended his hand. "Ms. Snape, so good of you to come."

Rose took his hand and squeezed it. "I pray this excursion is worth my time."

"Trust me," Percy replied. "It is."

Rose sat in the chair across from him

Percy couldn't help but smirk. How could I have not noticed this before? Her expression may be that of a Snape, but the color of her eyes gives away her true heritage.

"Do you have the papers exonerating my father?" Rose demanded.

Percy steepled his hands. "I may."

Rose glared at him.

"Then again, I may not."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I am a very busy woman who does not have time to waste on your mind games. Either hand the papers over to me, or expect a visit from Lucius and Draco Malfoy."

"I do not intend to waste your time at all," Percy shifted in his seat. "All I want is to ensure that you know exactly what you're doing."

"I am very aware of what I'm doing," Rose answered.

"Tell me then, what do you think you are doing?"

"I am exonerating my dad from these frivolous charges."

"Are you?"

Rose crossed her arms over her chest.

Percy suppressed a chuckle. You try so hard to appear as a Snape, but once one notices those eyes it's clear you are a Weasley. Strange though. Snape took such an issue with Harry's eyes. How can he not see Ron in yours?

"Is there a reason you are staring at me like that?" Rose asked.

"No, I am only lost in thought," Percy answered.

"Might I suggest you turn your thoughts to the matter at hand, namely my father's exoneration?" Rose snapped.

"Very well then," Percy opened a desk drawer. "We can discuss your father's exoneration."

"Thank you."

"You do want him cleared of all charges, correct?"


"I am happy to hear it," Percy put a stack of papers onto his desk. "It will be such a relief to Mum knowing that Ronald can finally come home.

"Excuse me?" Rose barked.

Percy startled.

"I should've known this would happen," Rose growled.

"Known what would happen?" Percy asked in the most innocent voice he could muster.

"I know the game you want to play. You are going to threaten to drag out this case indefinitely unless my family agrees to drop the charges against Ron," Rose hissed.

"Did I say that?"

"You did not need to say a word. It is written all over your face."

Percy hummed.

"You can take Ron's exoneration papers and shred them," Rose continued. "I refuse to exchange my father's freedom for a kidnapper's. We will find another way to fight these charges."

"I am not asking you for a trade," Percy began. "I am merely fulfilling your request."

Rose's face was rouge.

"You want me to free your father, and I am prepared to do so. All I need is your mother and your stepfather to come in here and sign a couple of documents."

"I have no stepfather."

Percy looked at her as if he were a kneazle toying with a rat. "Yes, you do."

Rose maintained her expression.

"Have you ever noticed your eye color?" Percy began.


"What color are your eyes?"

She let out an exaggerated sigh. "Blue."

"From who did you inherit your blue eyes?" Percy asked.

"My great-great grandfather Prince," she answered.

Percy's smile widened. "Do you have a photo of him?"

"No," Rose admitted.

"Has your stepfather ever seen him?"

"I have no stepfather."

"Excuse me," Percy coughed. "Has Severus Snape ever seen him?"

"No," Rose answered.

Percy stood and leaned over the desk. He pointed to the ground. "Your feet are huge, a trait not shared by your siblings."

"What do my brother and my sister have to do with any of this?"

"I am simply making some observations."

Rose leapt out of the chair. "This is a waste of time."

"Sit down!" Percy ordered.

She turned towards the door.

"Who did you inherit your feet from?"

Rose remained still.

"You must have wondered why your feet are so huge on a number of occasions, have you not?" Percy asked.

Rose did not turn around.

"Mummy and step Daddy couldn't answer that, could they?" he purred. "They never could point out a relative who had feet half as big as yours."

She spun around. "What is the point of this exercise?"

"The point is that you have been lied to for twenty-five years."

"About what?"

"Your true origins."

Rose gritted her teeth.

Percy reached into his desk once more, and pulled out seven vials. He slid them onto his desk. Rose raised an eyebrow.

"These are the memories taken from a Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley," Percy began

Rose bit her tongue.

"He has very vivid memories of his time with your mother," Percy shuddered. "Very vivid memories."

"Then he may view them at his own leisure."

"Don't you want to see them?"

"Not particularly."

"I suppose I understand," Percy paused for maximum effect. "No child wants to see her conception."

Rose said nothing.

Percy scooted the vials towards her. "Six of these memories are Ronald attempting to produce a child with your mother. The seventh is one in which Hermione tells him he is a father."

"Mum never said any such thing to Ronald," Rose argued.

"What exactly did she tell him then?"

"She told him Dad had impregnated her, but that if Ron wanted to remain in her life they could find a way to raise me along with Dad."

"With all due respect Rose, you were not conscious when these events occurred whereas Ronald was. Thus, I would trust his account over yours."

Rose batted the vials away. "Ronald is a liar."

"Is he?"

"Yes, he is."

"Then prove it."

Rose furrowed her eyebrows. "I am not viewing the fabricated memories of a sex addict."

"Very well then," he collected the vials. "We can resolve this once and for all another way. Let's cast a DNA spell."

She burst out laughing. "You truly want me to entertain your delusion?"

"You have not walked away from me yet," he noted.

She snorted.

"If there was no truth to what I was saying, you would have laughed at me, contacted the Malfoys, and allow them to deal with me as they saw fit. As it is, you are still here speaking with me."

"I am not here for curiosity's sake, but rather to see how deeply your delusion runs."

"Then make a fool of me."

"That will not prove difficult."

"No, it won't if a DNA spell confirms you are a Snape."

She burst out laughing.

"Do not laugh so loudly," he replied. "If I am correct, then I am your uncle, unless you want to argue that your mother and stepfather are related to the Weasleys in some way. I suppose the spell would work if your parents and I shared the same blood."

"Thank Merlin no one in my family has an ounce of Weasley blood in them."

"Then cast the spell."

She huffed and put her hand on the wand.

"Go ahead," he whispered. "Cast it."

"This is ridiculous."

"Then why are you afraid of casting the spell?"

Rose whipped out her wand. "Suntem in legature!"

The wand turned scarlet.

Rose threw her wand onto the table, as if it had burned through her skin and into her soul.

"Well, well," Percy's eyes were agleam. "It looks like I'm an uncle."

"No," Rose whispered, her eyes fixed on the wand.

Percy chuckled.

"You, you've enchanted this room. Somehow, you've distorted the magic in my wand. You made it come out this way," Rose argued.

"How?" he demanded. "What spell could I have cast that would alter the effects of a DNA spell?"

"I must have cast it wrong," she answered as the wand grew dim.

"The daughter of Severus Snape cast a spell wrong?" Percy gasped. "Perish the thought."

"No, I mean," Rose's face was stark white.

"Would you like me to cast the spell?"

"No. You will only manipulate it somehow."

"Then I will allow you to do the honors."

Rose picked up the wand.

Percy sat in his chair. "Go ahead. Cast the spell again."

"Suntem in legature!"

The wand was scarlet.

"Suntem in legature!"

The effect remained.

Sweat trickled from her face. "Suntem in legature!"

The result was the same.

"Now I ask you again," Percy replied. "Would you like me to free your father, or are you still advocating for the release of your liar of a stepfather?"

Rose panted.

"Answer the question!"

Rose was trembling. "I want you to free my…my…dad."

"Which one?" Percy asked.

"S-Severus Snape."

"Done," Percy pulled out the documents from his desk drawer. "Here are the papers. You can present them to him when you next meet."

She stared at the packet.

"It is fine to take them. Consider it a gift to make up for all the Christmases I missed."

Rose grabbed the paper and fled.

"Oh my God."

Percy turned to the corner of the room.

A woman appeared from the shadows, her mouth agape.

Percy's lips curled up. "I told you this was the story of the decade."

"It," her face glowed. "It's brilliant. It's completely brilliant! This will make The Evening Prophet for sure."

Percy rubbed his hands together. "Perfect."