Hogwarts Unity and the Protective Sisters

Chapter Two - Rosabelle Narcissa Malfoy

This is @Midnight1314 chapter.

If you looked closely, you would find a beautiful blonde girl just standing in the midst of roses. She could have everything she ever wanted except for what she dreamed of having. What she wanted most was peace and friends and love, but her parents would never allow her to have that because they were too caught up in their ideas of what the right thing was. 

Her father would always be with her twin brother, as they got older, and she was pushed onto her mother. She was pushed towards her mother, so she could  learn all of the ways of a pureblood lady. She mentioned that she didn't want to act all high and mighty because she believed everyone is created equally and they all should have respect. Her parents didn't agree with her and she was punished. 

That, however, was years ago. She had been five at the time and she had quickly learned how to bite her tongue. Now, she is eleven and she is heading to Hogwarts. She wishes to be able to show her family that is different from them in more ways then one.

As she waits for her parents to get ready to head to Diagon Alley, she stands in the gardens, enjoying what little freedom she has. She watches as the petals, that she accidentally magicked, spin around her form breathing in the scent of freedom and happiness. She soaked up the silence in waves, enjoying it greatly. 

The moment was shattered with a small pop. She turned to her right to see a house elf standing there watching her. It had good reason to for this young girl was a vision to be seen. Her long blonde hair flowing with the gentle breeze. Her bright blue-grey eyes shining in the sunlight. All the while, rose petals dance around her in a steady circle.

She asked sweetly, "Are they ready yet, Dobby?" The male house elf just nodded his head and with a snap of his fingers, the rose petals went back to their proper flowers and he led her back towards her family, whom was waiting for her in the foyer.

Her mother asked kindly, "Are you ready to go sweetheart?" 

She responded, "Yes, mother." She saw the fireplace blazing, so she figured they were taking the floo. Her father stepped in front of them and went through. Then, it was her brother followed by her mother. Finally, it was her turn to go. She grabbed the floo power and threw it in. She called out, "Diagon Alley!" In a flash of green light, she was gone.