Hello. This is Dizzydaydreamer with orignal story Untouchable- but with a different name and rewritten. If you read the first two chapters of Untouchable, yes it is in a different style. It is the sequel to Road To Another World, however it is not necessary to read that- focusing on Hermione and Ron's daughter and her forbidden love with ScorpiusMalfoy. She is a princess, incidentally.I've been working on this chapter for a week. It's the longest chapter I've ever Next update shall be sometime next week Anyway, the first chapter.written Voila.
Chapter 1
"Once upon a time there lived a princess. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. She met her prince!"
These are the words that begin the tale in the huge wooden story-books my mum read to me as a child. She would read well into the night, with the stars as our candles, accompanied by either my dad or brothers, until sleep took over me and I lay my head on my pillow, my dreams full of princesses and knights in armour that glitter in the sun. It took a long time to learn that things only happen in fairy tales.
When we read the muggle tale, Snow White, My dad ruffled my hair,"That's you Rosie-Posie! Only Everlasting happiness" No dad. If my tale was a fairytale, told from mouth to ear, the tale floating around the world, my summary would be.
"Once upon a time, there was a teenage princess. Her name was Rosalind and she was fifteen summers old. Her parents fought bravely in a romantic battle just so they could be together. Her life was content, just yearning for someone perfect, until she met him and her life twisted a dramatic turn into an unknown destination."
My name is Rosalind. Or Rose. I really dislike my name. It gives not a glass but a plastic fake reflection that my life is perfect, full of cliches. My family silently enforce the unspoken 'Your Life is A rainbow' Mary-sue lifestyle on me.
They were over-joyed when I arrived in the world. They had poster-child kids. Alexander, who was the boy who could work 1 million swords, send an army to victory, the war a tiny blip- something for him to breeze through. Owen, who was an image of my mother's brains, he could use them to his advantage and of course me. Sometimes I used to stare at the stars and wish for a normal family, no royal court muscling in.
I'm a mix of both my parents, my dad's exuberant red hair, my mum's tangled curls, my mum's brains and my dad's humour. I get stereotyped a lot with the hair, the tutors, the castles and being waited on 24/7. Sometimes I just wished the crown and the fancy title would wash away and I could be me. There are three people who see me as me- My best friends and the person I least expected to
The Morning I met my angel, but also my key to insanity, and my savior, but my death ticket, was sunny. The sun hit my leg gently. I groaned and threw off the covers. I moaned,"Morning." As I pulled on my outfit. I wore a white top, blue flowery skirt and pumps. I had to negotiate long and hard to step out of the long frilly dresses.
I stepped round the castle carefully, making my way to the 'Upper Dining Room' Peering at the portraits. I was skipping humming, when I saw one I had never seen before. It was me, a picture from my childhood. I distantly remembered posing for it. It was emphasised, yet subtly. My curls surrounded my face, with the cheesiest grin ever it looked like I belonged in a dairy shop. The colours swept across the page like a rainbow and it was emblazoned with the words in gold italics," The heavenly Princess of Ronald and Hermione"
I spent a long time pondering what I ever did to deserve such praise and such beautiful portraits that I was late for breakfast. When I pushed the door to the breakfast room. It was medium sized and tables for four. I passed people already dining, my Weasley family. I saw my dad dining with my mum and Harry and Dumbledore( AN/This is my story- and he's not dead. He's awesome. Show Dumbly love. Okay going a bit coo-coo) And he gave me a small wave. Next to them was Luna Pheasant and Neville Longbottom walking together. I then saw my friends. I smiled and skipped over.
I took a seat next to my three best friends. Phoebe Briar and Angela Pheasant. Phoebe sat buttering a piece of toast delicately, while Angie was mixing orange juice and coke.
"Morning Rosie," Phoebe smiled, but she cast an eye at Angela.
Angie saw," What?" She protested," I do this everyday!"
She does. Angela Pheasant has a very strange upbringing, and I think this reflects on her. Her father, Lord Pheasant, made friends with my dad after successfully defeating a foreign threat. He often is at war and he writes Angela postcards. Whenever she receives them, Angela changes completely. She goes all emotional, when she sees his italic writing say,"Angel," Her mother, Luna, is the most dizziest person ever. Angela is a mini her. Angela has her father's looks, and her mother's craziness.
"Oh my god!" Phoebe muttered as she always does. Angela and Phoebe have the strangest relationship ever. Phoebe is always annoyed at Angela for some reason and Angela is always telling her to loosen up, yet they are still close and loyal to each other. Sometimes though, when Phoebe takes things way too personally, I have to step in just to save their relationship, and my sanity.
"You do know there used to be cocaine in coke?"
"Not anymore. Leave off Phoebe!"
Phoebe does get a bit touchy sometimes. You have to be careful on what you say to her. She is sweet and lovely, yet she can kick up a fuss and scream at everyone- including her adopted father- Harry. Yes, Phoebe Briar was adopted at the age of four. There were Spanish evil wizards in Spain who broke into Phoebe's home and killed her parents and sisters. They left Phoebe there to die, neglected under the rubble, when the royal army found her. This was Lord Pheasant and Uncle Harry. Angela's father, went after them while Harry cradled Phoebe in his arms. When my dad mentioned an orphanage, Harry put his foot down," She has no parents, Nearly struck to death and you want her to rot in an orphanage. No- I'll look after her."
Phoebe has an excellent relationship with Harry. Sometimes she complains about his flirting with women and his over-protectiveness, but otherwise he spoils her. Nobody would laugh if Phoebe was a princess. Phoebe has the stereotypical princess looks. I should feel jealous of her, be emerald with envy, but I'm not, as she does play up to it at all.
We spent the rest of the breakfast hour talking, and scooted drearily to our tutor, to learn Transfiguration. The morning passed without much incident, just moaning on and on. I found myself resting in my arms, while Phoebe yawned and Angie fidgeted. There are other children in our tutor group- thankfully very smart ones who distract them from our dopiness.
At lunchtime, Phoebe and Angela fired up again, having a pointless argument on satin slippers. I listened to them, without much interest, my head drifting again. I only awoke when I heard Angela's shrill, strangely high, squeak," Daddy!" I spun around and sure enough Angela's father was stomping down the hallway. He paused for a minute, and jerked his head towards her." Hello Angie- can't talk now. Me and Mum and you will go out tonight!"
Angela stood- dumbstruck. Her mouth hang open. I noticed my father and Harry conferring desperately with him. "Dad? What's wrong?" Phoebe called but Harry ignored her. I sidled up to my dad," Dad what's going wrong?"
"Nothing that involves you Rosalind." He turned around, and my mum and brothers followed him. Harry and Lord Pheasant stood at his side and I heard my dad mutter," That Malfoy git has really done it this time!"
Phoebe, Angela and I stood with our mouths wide open. We had never been denied by our fathers before.
"It must be pretty important." Angela said unnecessarily.
"And doesn't that want to make you know more?"
"Duh Rose. It's about the guy who your dad banned right?"
"Yes." I had been told briefly that my dad banished the Malfoys from the court a long time ago," Well I want to know." I crossed my arms stubbornly.
"So do I!" Phoebe said wistfully.
Angela has more strength over us. "Well let's do it. Hello we are sixteen right now. We should be allowed to know. Your mum was sixteen when she was nearly killed!"
Phoebe sighed, but she nodded. "Let's do this."
We jogged out of the dining room, and searched the many extravagant corridors till we came to one with my mum and brothers huddled on a sofa and our fathers pacing.
"God where's General Longbottom? We could use his help!" My dad swiveled around and saw me, Angie and Phoebe all out of breath.
"Rosalind!" He snapped. I winced.,"Phoebe. Angela!"
"What?"
"Get back. This is not for little girls to discuss! Anyway your lessons have started. Go."
"No dad. I want to know what's happening. I am not a little girl!"
"Rosalind!" He stared in disbelief. I was such a daddy's girl I never disobeyed him,"Me, your mum and your brothers have to discuss this and we can't do that if you are here!"
I am sorry to say I threw a hissy fit. I behaved like a spoilt brat who didn't get a designer bag," this just isn't fair!" I screeched," You let your favourite children find out but your neglected daughter doesn't get a look in!"
My mum put her arm around me. "You know that's not true!" She whispered in my ear.
I pushed her away. "Yes it is!"
"Rosalind- stop acting like that and go and play with your posh dolls house we got you last week. The one with the enchanted-"
"Shut up. I hate you!" I stomped off- but I caught the tears in my mum's eyes and the fury in my dad's. Alexander stared- half in amusement, half in confusion. Harry and Lord Pheasant were speechless. Angie and Phoebe called after me. But I ignored them and ran even faster. Owen followed me.
"Wow Rose! That was a bit out of order!" He said into my ear.
"Well I don't care! Ouch!" I stubbed my toe on the suit of armour as I reached the corridor to the tutoring classes. I swore- using my dad's words he used when he'd slag off Voldemort.
"Not very princessy!" Owen smiled, " Wonder what dear daddy would say!"
"Don't care!" I grumbled.
"Oh so you're telling me you meant it when you told our parents you hated them!"
"Not Mum. I love mum. And I guess I didn't mean it. It was just spur of the moment. But I was just so angry."
"So was dad. Ok, I'll tell Mum you didn't mean her. She's very upset at the moment!"
I stayed silent and Owen put his arm around me," Listen Rosie. I will try and get dad to explain later! To you and your incredibly noisy, obnoxious, nosy friends."
"Thanks Owen!"
"It'll probably be in the evening. Since he's so stressed right now!" I smiled at him and skipped off down to the tutor room where Phoebe and Angela curiously stared at me.
"Rose. Are you okay? That was like proper family fit" Ange enquired.
"So much for not being in the dark." Phoebe put her arm around me and smiled.
I rubbed my eyes irritably." We're finding out tonight finding out tonight!" I sang.
Phoebe jumped up in happiness while Angela began to sing but she had to stop as Professor Roberts appeared at the door. I skipped in- even though it was potions- as I was not being kept in the dark anymore- I would finally know what was going on.
At 8 o clock that night
I lay on my bed- staring up at the patterns on my ceiling. I was slightly damp after my shower and my hair was unravelling. I was daydreaming- like I had before. Phoebe bit her nails cautiously while Angela kicked her legs. We didn't dare break the silence. I did not pay attention at all that day- I was overwhelmed at the promise of not being the damsel in distress but finding out the secrets of the wizarding world.
There was a knock on the door. My heart tensed. " Come in!" I called.
"Rose?" My dad stood there- looking extremely harassed and tired. I guess my shouting fit didn't help him.
"Yes dad!"
He sat on my bed- I stayed still. Silent. I could hear Angie's heavy breathing
"Rose- why are in such a rush to grow up?" He asked- and I was taken by surprise. I was expecting a lecture.
"Umm Well!" I racked my brain," It's not that- it's just I should know what's going on!"
"Rosie you and your friends are so little."
"Actually- me and Ange are 17. We're adults."
Thanks Phoebe. I thought.
"16 is not little. I am coming of age in like 3 months. When Alex was my age he slayed a monster!" I crossed my arms defensively.
"Rosie- you threw a hissy fit when I didn't tell you what was happening!"
"Dad- if I promise to be more mature- will you tell me what's going on?"
"I don't want you to grow up! You're my little girl!"
"Please daddy! Please let me and my friends in on the know for every little bit of news. Harry already tells Phoebe stuff and Angie is close to her dad so they won't mind. Please daddy" I hadn't called him daddy in years- but it did the trick. He sighed and pulled me downstairs to the family room.
Alexander was there pacing, Owen engrossed in a paper and my mum was twirling her hair around her fingers. They looked up when I entered.
"Okay Hermione, Alex, Owen- Rose and her friends want to know what's going on! Since Philip and Harry are trying to tackle it can you help me explain it?"
My mum and brothers didn't say anything but gave slow nods. I took a place next to mum and Owen on the sofa while Alexander and Dad took the armchairs. Phoebe and Angie took seats on the floor- cross-legged on the carpet.
"So Angela. What do you want to know?" Alexander enquired. So much for coutresy to siblings. Alexander has a very obvious crush on her, so he pays attention to her.
"Who are the Malfoys?" I interupted.
"Draco Malfoy is a rich stuck up snob. And he does not use his brains or money for good! He uses it for womanizing and war and his son, Scorpious!"
"He was all for Voldemort and cheered and yelled out jeers on my trial. When your dad killed Voldemort he didn't leap to kill your dad back but after he sent a death note after and your dad had him banned from court!" My mum said, her eyes glazing at the memory.
"Over the last 20 or so years he's been living abroad- as England isn't good enough for him anymore. What he really means there are too many laws!" Alexander joined in.
"This suited us and him. But last week dad got a tip-off from an insider that Malfoy is forming an army. We didn't act on it till today!"
"The army informed me he killed a village of muggles last night. So I had to go and investigate. He wasn't there or any proof he had been. But we still suspect him!"
"Wow." Phoebe muttered.
"That guys got problems." Angie whispered. My dad smirked while Alexander gave an hearty laugh.
I wallowed in this information for a bit- stunned. "So-" I stuttered after a few minutes," this Malfoy guy is a really big-" I swore again, the word I used that morning. My mum and dad stared at me, shocked.
"ROSE!" My dad roared- face like thunder," Why the hell did-"
"Well well!" He was interrupted by a blond man strolling in, with a face like a rat," Whoever has taught this young lady to badmouth me so badly?"
"Draco Malfoy?" I asked. I had never seen him before.
"A bit slow are you? You take after your dad!"
"HOW the hell did you get in?" My dad shouted.
"And why?" My mum added.
"Well I just said I had a query with the king. Which I do!"
"Yes so do I? We know you killed that village!"
"That is the past now. I have other things to discuss!"
"Such as!" Alexander snapped.
"Getting some shampoo?" Phoebe asked, eyes innocent.
" The throne. That's your deal Ronald. I get the throne!"
"No way am I going to put England through that kind of hell!"
"Well I shall have to take it then." He reached for his wand and I knew what he was going to do so I tried to attack him. I lunged but my brothers held me back. Phoebe and Angela drew their wands out and aimed at him but stayed still.
Draco dropped his wand and laughed,"Your daughter is a bit out of control isn't she?"
I growled. Phoebe held out a hand to steady me while Angie looked daggers.
"So this is your wife. We haven't been properly introduced. I would shake your hand but I don't want you sliming it up!"
Mum got her hand as if going to slap him but thought better of it. Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned to my brothers who stared at him hardly.
"Mongrels. And your little flea. So these must be the daughters of those warriors." He sneered," Can see why they want to neglect them."
"Why don't you crawl up in a corner and die?" Angela asked her wand hovering menacingly.
"Thanks for proving my point. I better introduce you to my glorious family. Rougey!"
A blond trophy wife with fancy looking clothes and a glossy pout strutted out. She held onto Malfoy's arm sickeningly.
"My newest wife- Rouge. Your ex fiancee I'm sure."
"My life is so much better with Draccy!" She giggled," I mean if we had married I would have divorced you and left you pining for me!" She posed.
"Umm sure. Just get over it!" I flashed her a fake pout smile like hers.
"Who is this?" She waved an aquamarine fake nail in my direction, wincing.
"His violent daughter!"
"Oh!" She flicked her eyes up and down- examining me," You see Mr Weasley if you had married me, you could have pureblood pretty, amazing daughters!"
"Oh have you never got over it? Using Malfoy as a rebound. Are you so desperate you are marrying him?"
Draco and Rouge made a grab for me but I was pulled by someone unfamilar.
"Don't talk to my stepmum like that!" He hissed in my ear.
"Get off her!" My dad yelped.
"My son- Scorpius!" Malfoy held his arm out proudly.
"He better get the hell of me!"
I struggled and he gripped me tightly and more violently. I stared into his hard cold eyes.
I fell in love.