I do not own Harry Potter, just Rosaleen/Reena.
*I'm following the book almost word for word in some places but I might change to following the movies later on in the series.
"But she's only a child!" Draco's mother's normally timid voice broke the numbness in my ears. I couldn't see. Long silky pale hair covered my face blocking my ability to smell and taste as well. All I could feel was a stabbing pain in my right arm. Admitted it was much more dull then the pain earlier, it was still present. My sight blackened with a smack to the head. Mr. Malfoy's voice hurt my ears he said, "It's for her to know where her blood is from and who she belongs to." He said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The next sunrise I had a small amount of belongings in a pack on my back. My wide trusting eyes looked up to the Malfoy parents in wonder as they escorted me to the gate. Little Draco was at the door crying. His mother looked like she might do the same. She whispered to her husband who in response smacked her. Rather loudly he told her. "Do you think they'd think to find the girl among a bunch of filthy muggles? She wont be unguarded stop worrying. This is the best way." She wanted to push the subject but instead looked down at me with a quivering lip. I placed my toddlers hand inside of hers and smiled brightly. My faked innocence brought her pain back to something bearable.
The car was waiting at the driveway. Mr. Malfoy and I entered leaving the teary eyed Malfoy in the mist. We drove in silence. It wasn't until the end on the trip did Mr. Malfoy turn to me and glare me straight in the eye. "Listen to me girl, you will keep that right arm of yours covered the rest of your life. Your name is now Rosaleen Widdow no matter what anyone says to you. Everyone will think you are muggle born." Even though the last part wasn't completely directed to me I nodded understanding. As we left the car he placed his hand on my shoulder, it was the most protective thing I had ever seen him do and I smiled.
The hours after he left became the outline for the next six years of my life. The same boring muggles the same boring muggle days in and out. I was trapped in a muggle foster home that I was never getting out of. My pack had held a neckless holding a deadly looking snake charm. A few pieces of clothing and empty book. At night I would pour my mind into these objects hoping, praying begging that they would be my answers out. A side from a flash of a light or a hiss from outside nothing would happen.
Every once in a while something that the muggles thought strange would happen. For example a disappearance of a glass holding water, leaving the water to fall to the counter. I took moments like this as gifts that I wasn't going insane. That the wonders the Malfoys and other known purebloods would preform weren't just figments of my imagination.
On one such day of questioning my sanity I was next to my window hugging my legs as muggle children played outside. They stopped their games in favor of looking at the owl that had landed on the mailbox. One child thought a sport out of poking the poor owl. The mother of the house came running when the child cried of a scratch from the owls talon. The owl dropped a parchment in the hand of the mother and flew away. The mother looked down at the parchment then stared at my window unbelievingly.
Later that day I found myself in the kitchen with her when she handed me the envelope. I examined it, addressed to me and handwritten. I broke the seal to find hope.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Widdow,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
On another page I found a list of items I was somehow needed to require. I looked at the house mother confused.
This glance lasted a moment before a knock at the door took my attention. A black haired man with long black robes came in. He introduce himself as Professor Snape. Mother and himself spoke in another room while I sat re-reading my requirements over and over.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Where was I to find things such as this. And as a first year (I assumed) why wouldn't I be allowed a broom stick. Was cleaning against the rules at this strange school?
Before my musings could drive me insane Professor Snape returned holding my pack of belongings. He swiftly informed me that I had gotten my letter late and was leaving with him. I nodded taking my pack and fallowed him not looking back at the muggle home.