The Forsaken Keeper

Chapter 2

Rosalind awoke to her body being shaken. She opened her eyes to her father leaning over her. Odd, typically if anyone woke her up it was her mother.

Her mother.

Rosalind shot up nearly knocking heads with her father. She whipped her head around, not recognizing where she was at first. She could hear her father speaking but couldn't make sense of his words.

Smoke filled her lungs and stung her eyes. The entire camp was burnt to the ground, bodies strewn all over. And in the center of it all, lay the body of her mother.

Rosalind ran over, her father calling out behind her. She tried shaking her mother awake, despite knowing there was no way for her to survive that curse. Finally, her brain caught up to the words her father was saying.

"Rosalind, darling we need to get out of here. We have no idea what attacked or if it's coming back. We have to move."

Rosalind clung to her mother's body.

"We can't leave her here!"

"I'm not suggesting we do. I will take her but we need to leave." Her father spoke to her in a soft manner, scared to frighten her further. As he spoke, his eyes continued to dart around the camp, as if whatever attacked would jump back out at them.

Rosalind nodded, and her father grabbed her and her mothers body, and apparated back to their home.

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Rosalind refused to leave her room for a week. Most of the time her father sat there with her, in silence. Neither knew what to say to the other.

He attempted to make Rosalind's favorite breakfast one morning, however that resulted in her breaking down for the rest of the day. Barry even attempted to cheer her up by bringing her every shiny thing he could find in the house.

She was finally forced to leave for the funeral. Wizards and witches from all over came to share their condolences to the Figs. Coworkers of her fathers, Ministry personnel, friends of her mothers that she grew up around learning how to sew and bake with.

No one could get a word out of her. Not through the funeral, through the burial, not at the wake. Rosalind was too lost in her mind, convinced this was her fault.

Nightmares had been plaguing her since her mothers death. Pointing out to her how similar the aftermath of her mothers death was to the night her parents found her. Deep down, she knew they were somehow connected. And because of that, she felt responsible for her mother.

She couldn't get her mothers face out of her head as she died. The love on her face. The terror. But Rosalind knew the terror was not for her own death. It was for Rosalind. Even in her final moments, her only concern was for Rosalind.

Something Rosalind hadn't told her father yet, was that she felt different. She couldn't explain it but it reminded her of when her parents apparated with her. She knew she needed to tell her father, but whenever she tried to speak, her words died in her throat.

As her father and her returned home, an owl she didn't recognize was waiting. It dropped a letter into her hands before it flew off.

"Ro? Who is the letter from?"

They had gotten plenty of letters over the past week, but they were all addressed to "The Figs" and not her alone. As she flipped the envelope over, she noticed the Hogwarts seal on the back of the envelope.

"Hogwarts?" Rosalind realized her father was looking over her shoulder. She shrugged, and silently opened the letter. As she unfolded it it read,

" Dear Rosalind Fig,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st.

Yours sincerely,
Matilda Weasley, Deputy Headmistress"

"A Hogwarts acceptance letter? Ro?"

Rosalind continued to read the letter over and over. She finally looked at her father. And spoke for the first time in a week.

"Dad, I..."

Before she could get the words out, she started to cry.

"Come on love, let's get inside and we can talk."

Once they settled on the couch, Rosalind explained to him what had happened. How much the scene reminded her of what happened in her childhood. And this new feeling throughout her body she couldn't explain.

When she finished, her father looked perplexed.

"Fascinating indeed. Its possible you've had magically ability this whole time, that for some reason was only triggered by a traumatic event..." He trailed off for a minute, no doubt thinking of her mother. "But if that's the case, something must of happened when you were a child to cause the same event. And it's not like any magic I've seen anyone yield."

Rosalind shrugged. She wasn't really sure what to think of the entire situation. She supposed she was supposed to be excited she had magic. But it was over shadowed by the fact it came at her mothers death.

"Why don't you bed darling. In the morning we can speak about this more. We should have most of the required things already. Once we get to Hogwarts we can head to Hogsmeade to get the rest."

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This was happening. Rosalind was going to be attending Hogwarts. It took awhile for the news to really sink in for her. She was excited, she spent the last week with her father practicing some basic casts. She knew she was going to be behind the other fifth years, but with a professor as her father and growing up around magic, she should be fine.

Her and her father were in London, awaiting their carriage to take them to Hogwarts. As the carriage arrived, a friend of her fathers approached them. She remembered him from the funeral, George she thinks his name was.

Him and her father started discussing something, but Rosalind's attention was down the street. She thought she saw movement, and what appeared to be a top hat, move behind the corner of the building. Before she could question it, they were boarding the carriage, George with them.

George continued to talk to her father, but this time Rosalind tuned in. It seemed as though they were talking about something her mother was working on before she died. George pulled something out, what seemed to be a capsule of sorts that was glowing blue.

"What is that?"

"Why is it glowing blue?"

Her and her father spoke at the same time. Both him and George looked to Rosalind.

"You can see a blue glow child?"

Rosalind nodded her head, suddenly worried, as she assumed they all had. Her father handed her the capsule and as he did it popped open to reveal a key.

"Fascinating —"

Before George could finish his sentence, the back of the carriage was suddenly ripped off, George along with it. Rosalind screamed, taken aback by the sudden dragon facing them. Her father looked to her and yelled.

"JUMP!"

As they jumped, her father grabbed her hand as well as the key, and they were suddenly getting pulled and pushed through space.

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Hi everyone! I wanted to thank everyone for reading! I just wanted to let you know I won't be going heavy into detail on every big event from the story, just pieces that are needed for the narrative of the story. I hope you all enjoy 💕