Rosie ⎮ Tom Riddle

Nine

Protection

  Rosalie's mother had been a pretty German woman from a village her father had visited eighteen years ago. That was the extent of Rose's knowledge about her. Her father was always vague about the subject, and all he would let out was that she had died not long after giving birth to her, caught by some vicious and quick sickness.

  Rosalie's father and mother had never been in love. Rose was born of a heated moment between a small town girl and a foreign man. For all Rose cared, Grindelwald could've left her as a baby on some random street alone to die, but he hadn't.

  She supposed that eighteen years ago, he mightn't have been as bad as he was now. Maybe at some point in the distant past, he had been a gentleman. A man who cared for a mistake he had made, and had made the most of it by raising her as his daughter.

  Rose barely ever thought about her mother, there had never been much reason to. Though sometimes in her sleep, a lovely, familiar looking blonde woman would call to her, and all she felt was the fear in her mothers eyes. Rose's mother had been scared of her death, and she would never know why.

  Rosalie sometimes wanted to know who her mother was, how she had died, what she was like. Was she very much like her mother?

  But it didn't really matter anymore. For all Rosalie was concerned, she had no parents now. She was alone in a world full of murderers and liars, rapers and thieves.

  Rosalie only knew that she was here now, and that it was unfortunate. The world would've been undoubtedly less painful for Rose if she had never been born into it.

  But looking at the happy smile on Lily's face now in the field they sat, it almost felt like there was something worth living for. To have friends and a peaceful life, freedom in knowing you could do anything and be anyone. That was why Rose was still here. She had something to do in the world yet, whether her reason for being here was to destroy Tom or to simply just live, she didn't know now, but she would find her reason for living soon enough. She would fine the moon to her sun.

  The sun rose up from low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the field where Lily and Rose were finding solace. Amidst the swaying grass, the girls enjoyed each other's company, both having more in common than they thought. Lily had quickly become her closest confidante, and the one person with whom she could lay bare her thoughts.

  It was a regret that Rosalie had that she hadn't told her closest friend the real reasons she was here, and who she really was. The plain truth of it was that she was wildly scared that her friendship with Lily may be revoked if she ever found out.

  The gentle breeze played with the strands of their hair as they sat together, plucking at the grass, the land stretching endlessly before them.

  Their conversation was light hearted, revolving around the romantic escapades of their Hogwarts peers. 

  "Can you believe that Amy and Raymond went to that Slug Club thing together last night?" Lily spoke in astonishment, her head shaking in the air with a light feeling of grossness.

  Rose smiled, she hadn't told Lily who she had gone with yet, and what proceeded the short evening. It was likely she would watch her friend backflip out of mindless control.

  "Yes, it's quite amazing." She said, Lily scoffed at the description of it.

  "Yes, amazing alright." Lily retorted, looking over at Rose with a small curiousity.

  "And who did you end up going with? Surely you won't tell me you went alone." Lily deepened her look on Rosalie, who was itching under the gaze. She was hesitant to pull out the truth.