The Letter {Open}

[Rosie-Posie]

I stared at him, taking in his words. I wouldn't call them words of wisdom, I found them more like an opinion. Maybe from his personal experiance, but absoulutely not everyone's opinion. I wasn't rejecting his opinion though, I was trying to understand it. It might help me solve the puzzle of this boy.

"I personally think, that the mind should be expressed. If you have something to say, say it. If you have an emotion to share, share it. Cry when you need to, laugh when you want to. I'm not saying to wear your heart on your sleeve or anything like that, I'm just trying to say that showing emotion is good, and sometimes it even makes you stronger. It shows that you are not afraid to be yourself. In my opinion, that is true strength."

I looked over at him, his face scrunched up tight. "Oh dear." I muttered under my breath. "What's wrong?" I asked him, concerned that I had said something wrong, or maybe he had taken a piece of advice from me. I hoped he would, seeing a blank look on his face had gotten to be rather boring. It would be better if he gave me something to speculate about, not just a blank stare.

When his face returned to normal I still stood near him. I decided that maybe I should get to know him better before I decided to figure him out. I sat beside him, almost having our hands touch, looking for any sign of anything in his expression. "You know I don't even know your name." I told him softly, trying to start a conversation.

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She wanted to know his name. After that long speech about how emotions were good she quickly changed the subject to his name. Maybe she was hiding something. Or maybe things weren't right in this situation. Everything was confusing. One second they acted like friends the next he hated her again. It was a strange sensation, having someone maybe like him. Everyone at home hated him, so Hogwarts was his chance to start over.

He decided top ignore the speech and not get her mad. Instead he said his name, "Fabio Martinez."

He decided he would ask a question.

"How is showing your emotion truly bravery? I mean i guess I'm a Slytherin for a reason because i don't show emotion often. That makes sense now. But how is emotion good?"

[Rosie-Posie]

I was wondering why people wouldn't show emotion. Were they afraid of being made fun of because of it? Or did they just think that it was okay to be plain. Maybe they liked to all be the same, so they didn't show emotion. I knew it was a little far fetched, my idea, but it was just a speculation now, so I guess it was okay.

When he said his name I was glad. Another piece to the puzzle that was him. I reatd the name to myself. Fabio. It was a nice name. "I'm Rose, Rose Thorn." I told him proudly. I loved my name, it suited me so well. I let out a tiny grin, and then quickly replaced it with a sweet smile.

When he was talking about emotions I as excited. Maybe I was getting somewhere with this Fabio. He might actually want to listen. Did that make him my friend? Or just somebody he knew that he was interested in their opinion. I didn't know what having a friend was like, so I assumed we were just people who wanted information and opinions. That would make sense, wouldn't it?

I was quick to answer his question, I knew just the response. "Well." I began in a very stuck up Ravenclaw voice. I tried again. "Well." I said softer this time, in more of a calm voice. "I think it shows that you are strong and brave to show emotions. It puts yourself outhere and makes you more vanerable, but it makes you even stronger when you are able to cope with them and overcome them. It also shows your bravery, the ability to be yourself when you aren't sure if you are right." I finished confidently.

I looked at him now, wondering if I had made a difference. I hoped I had, atleast helped him in some way. I sat there, eagerly awaiting his response.

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He took that in, let it soak into his brain and every part of him. He thought about it and realized she was countering what she was saying. She had said being vulnerable, which means to be weak and easily open, is being strong, which is the opposite. That didn't make much sense but he put it together in his head and it made some-what sense.

"Just so you know. This is probably the most I've ever talked in my entire life. I don't know if that is a good thing." He gave out a shaky laugh to his own comment. Wow it felt weird to laugh. Then he thought about it and raised his voice a bit."Why do you think its such a good thing to be vulnurable? Thats not good! It shows you in capable of sticking up for yourself, and it shows that you are weak. Weakness isn't something to be proud of! What you should do is keep to yourself and when the time comes you have to take control and protect the ones you love. Your so stupid sometimes, Fernanda. You just get on my nerves little hermana!"

He realized what he had done. He had given this speech to his sister a while ago. Almost the same exact thing too. It was weird, because he had just called Rose, Fernanda. That was a mistake, no one could replace his sister. She was special to him, she was the one who understood him and accepted him. But lately she had grown away from him as she started hanging out with other people.

"Sorry, chica or amiga. I didn't mean to yell . . . or call you my sister. I didn't mean to be like that, its just i hate feeling like everything is against me and that's what i just felt. That just brought out my Slytherin side, the side I've been hiding. I've been keeping everything packed in for so long, sometimes i just explode and flip out like that. Its just my way, to be quiet i mean." He said to Rose, apologizing for all of that.

[Rosie-Posie]

I looked at him, almost perplexed as he raised his voice at me. My eyes narrowed into slits as he kept on yelling at me. That was not the way you were supposed to treat somebody like me. You were supposed to be nice and charming and treat me with respect. I hadn't yelled at him before and yet now, here he was yelling an opinion at me.

I started a mental list inside of my head that I knew about Fabio. 

1. His name was Fabio
2. He knew more magic than me
3. He doesn't like to show emotion
4. He is a male
5. He is Slytherin


All of a sudden I froze. I was not Fernanda. I was not even Hispanic. I was british, through and through, accent and all. How could he even think I was anyone but Rose? I was completely and utterly confused.

I added one thing to the list.
6. He is Hispanic.. I think.

He started explaining. He called me his sisters name. This was not going to go well. I looked at him straight in the eye. "I know no Spanish, only English. And how could you mistake me for your sister?" I asked, still astonished. It was amazing that he could possibly mix us up. She was his sister! I was jut a girl that had just met him.

I decided to start explaining now. "To e vaunrable is strength, it shows that you are not afraid to be yourself, or to let yourself get hurt. If you are too scared for a fight, then you are actually weak. If you put yourself out there and get in trouble for it you are strong. See what I mean?" I asked him. I wanted to know what he thought about my opinion.

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He knew how to explain how he had gotten himself in this problem.

"I gave this speech to mi hermana a few years back. She was little at the time and she thought i was weak because i was quiet. When i told her this she learned to shut her mouth too. She is now quiet like me. But lately she had been avoiding me. She had been ignoring me and taking away our bond. We aren't talking now. She won't even write me back." Fabio said to Rose.

Rose was a nice girl and all but she seemed to be thick headed, like Fabio himself. She was headstrong, Fabio admired that. She would probably die for her beliefs, that was bravery. Not some stupid venerability. This was going to be a tough argument to win. But Fabio had to win it and change her mind.

"Vulnerability is a weakness. It shows you can't handle yourself and must lay there in the open like nothing but a bug. True strength is willing to die for your beliefs and wishes. Those are what matter in life. Not how willing you are to let go or something like that. Something to be proud of is yourself, not how others see you. This is why I'm silent. So i don't know how others see me, and i don't give them anything to make fun of." He said.

[Rosie-Posie]

I nodded at Fabio. "English please?" I asked a little sheepishly. I knew no Spanish, and I wasn't happy that I wasn't understanding. Why was I Ravenclaw anyway? I should learn Spanish, then I will feel more like I fit in. Maybe that's what I would do. Learn a language.

I was interested in why he would still stay silent. He knew how to express himself and he had a plethora of words, so why not talk? He even knew two languages, he has no reason to stay quiet at all! It kind of annoyed me. I was the Ravenclaw here, I was supposed to know the most, not the lease. Maybe I had been misplaced. I really hoped I hadn't if I already was here as a Ravenclaw.

I listened to his opinion, strongly disagreeing now. "If you are afraid to be made fun of you are weak. You can put yourself out in the open and still be yourself, that is strength and bravery, not weakness. Put our opinion out there, it makes you vaunrable, but also more likely to stand up for it. That is definite strength. Do you understand yet?" I asked Avery calmly, a lot of people didn't understand me anyways.

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Fabio, yet again, disagreed with her. She was so intent on telling him what was right and wrong she hadn't even opened her mind to the possibility he was right. He could have been right and she didn't know because she was defending her own opinion. Just like he was doing. But he was an exception because he used to be loud and like her, now he learned enough to shut his mouth.
"Let me tell you a story" He began, "It's the story of my first fight ever, the first time i had to defend myself. I had put myself in kick boxing a year ebfore so i knew how to fight pretty well. But i couldn't shut my mouth. I went around and told everyone how i was a better fighter then them. I told everyone how i was a better person then them because i knew how to defend myself. Well, I told the wrong person and he challenged me to a fight. Being ignorant i accept.
"I went through with the fights, even. I fought my way through the two of them, there were two people who had challenged me. I beat one of them senseless in seconds. That boy was on the ground, bleeding from a wound in his head. I had caused that. When i saw that i shut my mouth and just stared, giving the other one an opportunity. He charged me and came right at me. His body slammed into mine, knocking me to the ground. My head slammed into the sidewalk. I could feel the blood coming out of my head. I was scared, but i kept my mouth shut. I tried to fight back but he had me pinned to the ground he beat the crap out of me. I will never forget that day because that was the day i learned to shut my mouth and not talk period." Fabio said as calmly and quietly as he could.
It was hard talking about his past but he had to do it to make her learn. Knowledge is power. Now with the knowledge of his past she could turn on him and twist everything. She could spread rumors about him, tell everyone the story. She could make it so he just got whipped in the fight. Or she could make it so he fell to the ground and never got up. Or he went to the hospital. She could twist it into anything. But for some reason Fabio wasn't thinking about that. He trusted her, which is really strange for him.
He normally didn't put his trust into people, but she seemed like someone he could trust. A friend maybe. Or maybe something more. Fabio wasn't looking for a girlfriend right now, though. He was happy single, and he was only 11. Maybe in later years they could hook up. But for now he was fine being single.
Fabio let her think about what he had to say, let her soak it in. Her reply could be anything right now.
"Oh, and if you want i can teach you some Spanish. Normally i wont do it, but you seem like you really want to try and learn it. So i'd be happy to teach you some whenever your ready." he offered to her.

[Rosie-Posie]

I stared at him, mesmerized by his story. I tried to piece it together. He could hurt people, he had the power to hurt another male. At the beginning of our meeting it wasn't just a threat, it was a fact. He could hurt me, he would hurt me. I now stared at him, my eyes wide and filled with terror.

I quickly slid away from him, sliding against the cool rock floor. I knew how he felt in a way, the pain, blood trickling down your face, helpless on the ground. I knew it all, he might think he was alone, but he surely wasn't. I remembered all of the times, all of the abuse and I curled up into my protection position.

If he could hurt somebody, maybe even kill them, he was a threat. He could easily kill me. "W-why?" I stammered. "W-why d-didnt y-you h-h-hurt me?" I choked out. If he had the ability, then why not? I was prey, I had opened myself up, completely forgetting who I was talking to, a Slytherin boy.

Of all things he was now asking me if I would like to learn Spanish from him. It was so tempting, knowlage, the one thing I wanted, he had a drop of it. I needed it, but what if it was a trap? What if all he wanted was to lure me in, just to hurt me more. I didn't know what to think. Was he trying to help, or destroy?

Unfortionatly, then I had a memory, when my step-father decided to use a close tactic.

"Why?" I asked when my stepfather asked me to come with him. "Why?"
"I have some candy for you." he lied smoothly.
I of course, believed him. I followed him quickly through the corridor until we arrived at his room. He laughed maliciously and pushed me onto the floor. He beat me brutally that day, I almost didn't live through it. I was quickly hospitalized once my step-sibling found me. I had been close to death, because I was beaten, by a male. I stayed in the hospital for some time, slowly recovering from some injures that still haunt me. Waking up, tube down my throat, wires and tubes in my arms. I will never forget that feeling.

I came back to reality, still seeing Fabio only a mere few feet away from me. I couldn't stand it, I curled into a ball and let silent sobs rattle my body. I didn't care anymore, I was beyond repair. He might as well kill me now, I was dead in a way already. No more damage could be done, or at least I hoped not.

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Fabio was deeply confused now. Seconds ago she had been close to him, inviting him to be her friend maybe even. But now she was backed away and in the corner, sobbing on the ground. What had he done? This was confusing because he hadn't done anything to hurt her. Well, accept for the beginning at least. But that was just self defense and he couldn't have done anything, he only knew two spells!
Why was she so scared all of a sudden? Was it his story? Did his story freak her out? Maybe. It was creepy and it kind of showed a lot of pain. Some people couldn't handle pain. Maybe she was one of them. Who knew though for sure? He sure as hell didn't. So now it was time for him to figure this out.
Then it clicked in Fabio's head. She was all of a sudden fearful because he had told her about how he could hurt people. Was she used to people hurting her then? Or maybe she was abused. He let thoughts trickle into his head and then he formulated stories of things that could have happened to her. He figured out a response in his head and began to speak.
"But I never wanted to hurt you. I thought you had been an enemy before and that's why i pulled my wand on you. I don't want to hurt you, if anything i would love to be friends with you. I wouldn't ever hurt you unless you gave me a reason to. And i wouldn't hurt you physically, I would make it so you suffer without me. Take myself out of your life so you don't get my presence. Physically isn't smart. It can hurt for a while but soon it will eventually subside. But with mental pain you can be hurt forever. But, like i said, i wouldn't do that to you unless you gave me a reason. You still haven't given me one so i wont hurt you." His voice was a soft whisper, one of the most kindest voices you would ever hear, "Right now you are my only 'friend', if i can call you that. I need a friend, everyone does. So how about we become friends? I can teach you Spanish still if you want, or maybe i can help you in a class that you might not be doing well in. Wow i'm stupid! Your a ravenclaw, i doubt your failing a class." He laughed at his own comment.
He let her think about what he had said,it might have been a lot to take in. He might have a friend in his future. Or worse, another enemy.

[Rosie-Posie]

I stared at him again, my eyes red and puffy, gleaming with the next round of fresh tears. My hands trembled on the ground, trying to lift my body off the ground. My expression was helpless, filled with the pain and sadness of my life. I made quick eye contact with him, not ashamed of my feelings.

I suddenly fell into a heap when he began talking soothingly to me. It felt as though a wave had washed through me, knocking me to the ground. It was too much. I didn't know what to believe anymore. I couldn't comprehend it all. In my mind there was no possible way that a male could be helpful or nice, but in others minds they were nice and caring and special.

The wave hit again, arising yet another memory. He was bringing them all back to me, I want sure if that was good or bad. Was I supposed to remember these sorts of things? I reeled back, my mind racing, heart beating, my body rattling still from the sobs.

"Come here child." he spoke softly to me. "I have something I need to tell you." he whispered, making me want to follow him even more.

"Okay." I said gladly to my case worker at the orphanage. I had no problem with him trying to help me get my work page out from my back pack.

He led me into a bathroom, with a full tub. "See in there?" he hissed, making my skin crawl. "This is what happens when you are difficult." he said before he visuously stuffed my face into the water. "Breath!" he screeched as he pushed me deeper into the water. I held my breath for as long as I could before I took a gasp at what I hoped was air.

I could feel water flooding into my lungs, causing pain throughout my body. He lifted my face to look at his. "Don't you dare speak back at me again." he grumbled as he left me laying on the floor, gasping for air.

I looked around, shoocked that I could remember that. I then saw Fabio and I couldn't control it. I started to sob even harder, not even knowing why. "Please!" I shrieked. "Please don't be like the others!" I sobbed more. I didn't know why I had completely lost it, I just had, no question about it.

I didn't want to scare him away, my only potential for a friend, but I was a complete and utter wreck. My face was buried into my knees, muffling my now roaring sobs. It was too much, too much to remember. I didn't know if he would even consider being my friend now, he would figure out my past soon enough.

I began weighing the options in my mind. He has said he would never hurt me, but how could I trust him? They all said that, they all tricked me into believing their love and kindness for me. They all wanted me to believe that.

I turned to look at him again. "If you ever touch me." I said, my voice shaky with the occasional sniffle and tear, "I will never trust again." I sighed, I had promised mused the same thing last time, I would never trust again, but here I was again, making the same old promises.

I sat up now, very weakly staring at him. "Will you hurt me like all the other did? Will you tell me you will always be nice to me and then try to kill me? Why should I trust you?" I said now raising my voice again. "How are you any different? You have already tried to hurt me!" I shrieked, losing all sanity.

I turned my body to face the wall, trying to slow my quickening breathing. My head was spinning, feeling light headed. I then, felt consciousness leave me as I crashed to the floor, completely out.

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She said all of that and then she fell to the ground, out cold. She had fainted, like he had when he was doing the spell. He knew she said not to touch her but instincts took over and he ran to her side. Quietly he leaned down and took her body into his arms. He would never hurt her, or try to, again. He cradled her head in his chest and listened to the sound of her breathing. Slow and steady. He rocked her back and forth, allowing her to curl up in his arms.
What had happened to her that made her hate him all of a sudden?He guessed it was his story. Maybe she didn't like fighting so she didn't like him now. Or maybe he was just too him for her.
She wasn't really able to hold out a conversation right now so instead of talking to her he talked to himself.
"What do you mean by 'don't be like the others'? I am not like anyone else. I'm my own person and i wouldn't ever be different then me. And i also don't get it why you wanted me to hurt you. You asked me to just get it over with. But i didn't want to hurt you, i just wanted to protect myself. Stop with these questions about the future me. Lets just focus on the me and you now and see what we have to work with. No i won't change my mind on you. Your a special girl and i don't want to make you mad, or hurt you, or bring you pain. And trust me hun i am different then everyone else. I wont be 'like the others', I'm a different kind of guy/ I'm in a shell though and i can come out when im around you, i feel. I feel like you bring out my true sides. I haven't talked this much since a long time ago." He laughed at this last comment and stopped talking.
This girl was getting to him, changing him in amazing ways. He used to be quiet and not oepn to new people. But all of a sudden he was perfectly fine talking to a new person. This day would be a special occasion for him.
Then something strange happened. In the back of his head an icy voice talked to him. "Don't trust her. She isn't even worth it. I am better, come and join me. Join the true dark lord and bring me this girl. You and she will be a major use to me. A Slytherin of pure blood status. And one of the smartest first year ravenclaws ever. You two are perfect. Come and join me tonight. Meet me by the potions classroom. I will be waiting there. Bring Rose but do not tell her what you are doing."
This voice sent chills through his body. Something wasn't right here but what should he do? Should he bring her there and make sure they get what they want? Or maybe he can leave Rose behind and he could go by himself and make sure its safe. Or he could just not go period. This was a hard decision and he needed a choice.
But what did the voice mean by it being the true dark lord? The dark lord was killed years ago by Harry Potter. How could this be true?

[Rosie-Posie]

I silently woke up, opening my eyes just a tiny bit. I wondered what had happened, had I just passed out, or had he hurt me to the point of unconsciousness. I shuddered slightly, not wanting to think about that ever again. It was too much to think about.

I opened my eyes a little bit more, not knowing what to expect, I found myself looking up, to a very close Fabio. I jumped a little, startled by how close he really was. He knew better than to startle me though, at least I hoped he knew better than to startle me.

I then saw what startled me the most. He look concerned, maybe even afraid. I drew in my breath, what had happened? Many things happened at Hogwarts but it was still an issue if he was afraid.

I decided that maybe I should just relax, I slowly sank back into Fabio's arms. Wait a sec, me in Fabio's arms, this was not going to go well. I jumped up onto my feet. "What did you do?" I shrieked. "What did you do to me!" I let my screams echo off the ground, piercing the air with the same tone each time.

I let my eyes burn right into his soul, red with anger. I stood up, fists clenched, not knowing what to do. I couldn't fight, but what if I got myself into one. I would have to run, hide, scream, anything. I had a feeling I wouldn't need to fight today, so why was I in a challenging position? I took a deep breath, recentering myself, I didn't want to fight, so I sat down, alright with still having my glaring eyes pierce him.

I calmed myself now, looking at him sternly, but not accusingly. "What happened." I demanded. I wasn't sure I was being fair to him, but I knew for a fact that he had touched me, enough for me to presume he had hurt me, I didn't feel hurt, but still, the best do it so that you don't notice.

I woke up one morning, and began getting ready for school. I put on my pants, and within minutes my pant leg was soaked in blood. I lifted my pant leg up to reveal a five inch long deep cut slashing down the side of my leg. Then I heard my Father laugh evilly.

I shuddered and put my hand on the scar. I then knew that anything could happen and I wouldn't notice. I glared at him, I was not happy with him right now. "Don't screw wih me." I sneered. "So what happened." I said through gritted teeth. I was definately not happy.

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Fabio didn't want to tell her the truth. He wanted to lie to her and make her feel safe, like Hogwarts really was a home. This was really freaky and it wasn't right if he told her and spoiled everything for her. This was a home to everyone, he couldn't ruin it for someone so perfect like her. He couldn't do it to anyone for that matter. No one deserved to have their dreams crushed, but hsi just were when he heard that stupid voice.
Now he was thinking about things, things in his past. These were things he never wanted to remember. The abuse, the torture, everything in his past. his heart was beating faster then a lion runs. It kept going on like that and soon he felt light headed. His heart was racing, his head hurt, and he felt faint. Fabio sat down on the cool concrete and pressed his face into it.
It was so cold and so beautiful against his skin. It felt so nice to feel the coolness of it. His skin was as hot as the sun and the concrete as cool as snow. It felt so good.
He didn't want to tell her, so he kept his mouth shut and said nothing. Now the question was, how would Rose reply to this?

[Rosie-Posie]

I looked at him, now on the floor, again. I guess I looked kind of shocked, but at the same time I knew what to do this time. I wouldn't touch him. He didn't deserve my sympathy. He could just lay there on the floor for as long as he liked, without me.

He seemed to still be consious, or at least he wasn't dead. I went over to him at examined him, "Wake up, you have better things to do." I said, not thrilled by the fact that he was once again holding up my day. Couldn't he get wake up and stop wasting time.

I went to my backpack, it was still sprawled out in the corner. I once again got out my half full water bottle and placed it by his head, I wasn't thirsty, he could have it when he woke up. I also left the wet cloth, he could do whatever he wanted with that too, it's not like I needed those things.

I took my place near to him, but still refusing to touch him. He didn't tell me what he did, so I wouldn't help him at all. I was being my stubborn self, as usual. He looked fine, if he was dying then I would help, too bad I wasn't going to help him now.