Rosalie was like a flower, yes like a rose. She was all pink, pretty and soft on the outside, the part that really mattered. Well, at least that's what people thought. Really, she was a thorn. Green and deadly, when you touched a spike.
Little innocent Rose, was the last person you would expect to be a deatheater, right? She was the type of girl that looked like a doll. Porcelain white skin, big blue eyes surrounded by long, luscious lashes, red lips, and long, blonde wavy hair. Rosalie was skilled at magical makeup. She could easily cover up her dark mark, and start with her acting.
Nobody knew why she was a Slytherin. They weren't usually harmless and adorable. Only the dark lord knew. Not even the death eaters knew that Rose was one of them. The death eater at the top, the one right nexto Voldemort himself.
So no one could expect Rose to be the one who finally killed Dumbledore. Even the great wizard himself, didn't know until it was too late. Oh how he would regret that.
Rose stepped out of the shadows, pointing her wand at the old mans back.
''Drop your weapon.'' she whispered, loudly enough for him to hear ''And turn around to face me.'' The wizard followed her commandments, dropping his wand to the floor, his eyes widening as he realized who his attacker was.
''Rosalie,'' he begged ''don't do this! What purpose would it serve? In which way would it benefit you?'' A wide smirk spread on her tiny lips.
''I don't serve the dark lord to benefit me, that's not the purpose of my position. It is to benefit my master, and to benefit the world. Those filthy muggles do not earn to walk free on this earth. They are scum.'' She spat at the floor, her blue eyes glaring at the old Wizard in front of her.
''Rosalie, please.'' A tear fell out of his blue eye as he watched her walking closer.
She threw her head back and laughed, an evil, vicious laughter, and before the Wizard could say anything more, a green light could be seen from the astronomy tower. The man who was once so great, helplessly fell down from the window, dead before he felt the morning breeze touch his skin. Soon the dark mark was sighted over the tower, Hogwarts defenses fell, and the blonde witch apparated away from the murder scene, leaving only a white rose, and a tiny puddle of bright red blood.