ROSE IS BACK!!!! Hehe
Things were rather grim lately. Dumbledore had been true to his word and relocated me to a secret location. What he neglected to inform me of was that it was inhabited by none other than Sirius Black, a creepy house elf, and was the most depressing and morbid house I had ever been in. and my first encounter with Sirius had been anything but polite. I grimaced at the memory.
I had walked into the house a nervous wreck beside Dumbledore and as we walked in I coughed due to the harsh moldy scent blended with dust. The house was grey and foreboding and less than homey. Then I heard somebody call out to Dumbledore. I turned to look and screamed in terror at the dark form of Sirius black the murderer. In the daily prophet he was being held accountable for the murders as of late, and he had been in on the plot to kill the potters, not to mention he was one of the largest supporters of he who must not be named. After they had calmed me down and I had stopped throwing everything nearby at Sirius, they explained how he was falsely accused and how harry Ron and Hermione had 'saved' him. It took me a few days to warm up to him and not scream each time he entered a room, but now we were able to hold conversations and joke around. I was still cautious around him and kept my door locked at night, but I was getting better.
I had only been here for two weeks and was already losing my mind! I had been in constant contact with Draco, as well as the twins and Josephine. Josephine was with Connor at his beach home in Spain with his family, Fred claimed that it was no longer possible for me to visit for a reason he wouldn't tell me, and Draco had confirmed that his parents were leaving for the rest of the summer, and asking if I would visit. In fact, that was why I was sitting in front of Dumbledore currently, twisting a napkin in my hands as Kreacher the sadistic house elf brought us some tea.
"So what is it you wished to discuss with me Rose?" he asked softly, holding his tea cup unsteadily.
"Well, you see, well Draco and I have been talking to each other, and he wanted me to visit, and I kinda want to go. Can I?"
He was quiet for a moment, until he sighed and put down his cup. "give me an hour or so to decide if its safe." I took this as an order and left quietly, hoping that he would say yes, although there was a small worried part of me that was yelling, "there's no adults around and he is definitely not a virgin, and its his house, he is going to expect something! What is wrong with you, you complete retard!"
I was in my room, which was rather nice, it had a large oak bed with a grey canopy, a small twin sized bed next to it, a window between the beds with a simple chair in front of it, and a floor length mirror on the wall. I passed by it and looked at myself.
I looked a little different, I was no longer a size eight, I had grown slightly taller and hadn't been eating as much and as a result slimmed down a size six or four. My hair was now slightly past my shoulder blades, I was now a large c-cup much to my horror, and I had gotten even paler. I was actually happy with the way I looked, I seemed more, mature and grown up, my features were more defined I had a waist. All in all I wasn't too homely looking.
Once I was done wallowing in my vanity, I sat on my bed, and began to scratch Celeste behind the ears much to her utter enjoyment. I wasn't quite sure how long I had been there until I heard a knock on the door, looked up and saw that the sun had begun to set.
"Come in." I called out.
In walked Dumbledore with a serious expression. He slowly walked in and sat in the chair by the window and got comfortable.
"I've thought very hard about your, request. I hope you are aware that Draco's parents are less than noble?"
I nodded my head, and accidently scratched Celeste too hard in which she resulted in hissing, then biting into my hand. I flinched and swatted her bum as she leapt from the bed and strutted out the door. I nursed my hand looked up at Dumbledore once again.
"Well, I have a feeling that if I say no you will find a way to meet with Draco somehow, and feel it's safer if I knew about it. You may go, during the day, but you will return before nine, or if things turn and something goes wrong," he reached into his robes and pulled out a small vial with a murky purple liquid in it, "drink this and think about where you wish to go. It's usually used for those training to apparate but I find it works for these situations as well." He handed me the vial and sat back into his chair as I held it up to the light and swirled it around, grimacing.
"So I can only go once?" I asked quietly, trying to push my luck.
"Possibly not, if it goes well we can see to making this occur on a more weekly or daily basis."
"Can I go tomorrow?" I requested eagerly, unable to contain my enthusiasm.
"Of course, but be sure to inform me when you are leaving first."
"Thanks headmaster!" I jumped up and hugged him with a goofy smile on my face.
He patted my back, dismissed himself and left. I immediately began to prepare. I showered, lotioned up, put my hair in a bun, and retired early so I could get m beauty sleep. Surprisingly, sleep came easily.
I awoke very early the next morning, and ran around trying to get ready. I had owl'd Draco the night before and he said to come over around 10. I undid my hair and watched the chocolate brown tresses fall into bouncy beach like waves. I lined my eyes with plum eye liner, used black mascara, blush, and lip gloss.
For an outfit I settled on black leggings with a deep purple tank top and lavender high tops. Purple was my new favorite color, it changed every year, I could never settle for one favorite. I checked the clock and saw it was around nine thirty, ran down the stairs nearly running over Kreacher who began mumbling something bout being an ingrate and bla bla bla.
I grabbed a roll from the kitchen and looked for Dumbledore who I found sitting calmly in the living room looking out the window thinking.
"Professor? I'm ready to go."
"Ah, well, no need to keep young Malfoy waiting, be careful."
"Sure thing!" I ran to the fire place, grabbed a fistful of the powder stuff and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!" I was completely unaware at the time, of what was to happen, or of the dark plots surrounding me and my star role in them.
Third persons POV
Dumbledore sat watching the fireplace after Rose made her departure, with a somber look on his face. As a tall dark figure walked into the room and glared at the head master with a look of betrayal on his face.
"Feeling guilty Albus?" he said angrily, walking towards the headmaster threateningly.
"Possibly Sirius."
"Well you should old man! Sometimes I question your methods, using her like this."
"I have no idea what you are talking about Sirius." Albus said as he slowly turned his face to that of his accuser.
"I know your using her has a scout, to spy on the Malfoy's, who just so happen to know of her identity because of Barty. She is as good as dead in there!"
"Have faith Sirius, she is smart and will get out of it."
"Not if they kill her first!"
"They wont kill her."
"And how do you know this?"
"Because Voldemort needs her alive in order to return to power."
The room grew quiet, and both adults looked into the fireplace, wondering, hoping, that the young girl who had so willingly walked into a battlefield would make it back alive, and still be on their side. Silently praying, that she would be alright and that this moral sacrifice would be for the better in the end.