A Taste Of Love

by MagzieM98

Rosalie is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, the worst Death Eater in the wizarding world. Everyone avoids her. They think she's evil, that she's no better than her mother. Not even her own cousin Draco seems to give a damn about her. Rosalie has been neglected and hated her whole life. Can a certain Chosen One change that?

Full name: Rosalie Vanessa LeStrange

Age: 14

Friends: Luna Lovegood

Enemies: Everyone else

Personality: quiet, passive, lonely, has a kind heart but is very depressed

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure, but could care less

Family:

Bellatrix Lestrange (mother)
Rodolphus Lestrange (father, deceased)
Narcissa Malfoy (maternal aunt)
Lucius Malfoy (uncle)
Draco Malfoy (cousin)
Andromeda Tonks (maternal aunt)
Ted Tonks (uncle)
Nymphadora Tonks (cousin)
Sirius Black (second-cousin)
Orion Black (great-uncle, deceased)
Walburga Black (great-aunt, deceased)
Druella Black (grandmother, deceased)
Cygnus Black (grandfather, deceased)

A word from Rosalie:

My life is the worst; I'm hated by almost everyone at Hogwarts, all because of my mother. Bellatrix LeStrange. She's the 2nd-most feared person in the Wizarding world. Just because she's so...so...*pause* horrid, everyone thinks I'm no better.
*long pause*
They shun me. Ever since first year, I've been given the cold shoulder. It's like they're afraid of me. But it's not me they should be afraid of; it's my mother. Or, as I call her, Bellatrix. *sigh* I refuse to call the woman my mother, after what she's done to so many innocent people. Because of her, a boy by the name of Neville Longbottom...his parents are in the mental ward at St. Mungo's. She tortured them so badly that they don't even know Neville. *pauses* All the more reason for him to hate me.
*pauses, wipes away a tear*
If that's not bad enough, my home life is much worse. Lucius Malfoy, my uncle, abuses me every day, over the summer. *sniffles* Narcissa doesn't even do anything to stop him. Not even Draco seems to give a damn about me. None of them do. Never have, since they adopted me from an orphanage. *pause* I was only 4, but even then, Lucius hurt me. I've been cut, whipped, and tortured with the Cruciatus Curse so many times, I can't even count.
The Sorting Hat didn't even take my feelings into account when I was sorted in first year. It automatically made me a Slytherin.
My whole life, I've never been loved. I've never been shown kindness; not in the least. Never been happy. Never smiled. Never even spoke a word. I just wish someone - anyone - wouldn't hate me this way...