Author's Note:This is based off of The Princess Swan until a certain point. I own nothing, nor do I ususally. And I know I have already used Rosemary, but, who cares!!!


*Narrator's P.O.V.*

King Riddle was very worried.

He was getting old, and he had no heir to his throne.

Then one day, his wife gave birth to a baby girl, and she was named Rosemary.


Everyone who was anyone was at her christening, including the royal neighboring kingdom.

And all while young mister Malfoy was playfully toying a locket above the baby to taunt her, Narcissa and Tom had the same idea.

Rosemary and Draco were going to be married, when they were older, and join kingdoms forever.

If only they knew what they were getting themselves into.


Everyone at the Malfoy manor were excited.

Today, Rosemary and Draco would meet.

And this is where our story begins.


*Rosemary's P.O.V.*

I was riding on a horse with my father.

We were heading to meet the Malfoys, some old family friends.

I can see the castle as the horses begin to pick up their pace.

Then I see them.

An old looking bunch.

A mother, who had bleach blonde with brown on top hair, and a son, who's hair must've been bleached.

It was even blonder than his mother's!

I'm glad me and my father look normal.

Just two brown headed, green eyed people.

We even both had wavy hair.

Only, I was smaller than him.

I looked up towards my dad.

He looked down at me.

"Now," he said," Be nice to the Malfoys. We are going to be staying with them all summer."

"I will," I say.

Father looks up, " Narcissa!" he calls out.

He look towards blonde boy, "And this strapping young man must be Draco."

Strapping!!!

He's seriously going mad.

"U-hum," says Narcissa, motioning Draco towards me, as my father does the same.

He glares at me.

"I'm glad you could make it, Princess," he muttered.

"How do you...................do?" I practically asked, and my father nodded in incouragement.

Draco walked back to his mother.

She pushed him back.

"U-HUM," she says, in a pitch so loud it must've broken my ear drums.

He walked over towards me, picks up my hand, and kisses it.

"Eww," I tell him.

He wipes his mouth on his shirt.

He grabs my hand, and takes me to the castle.

When we are out of sight, he throws me to the ground.

"Leave me," he says, "And my buddy Ron over there," I hear a grunt come from this buddy," alone!"

"I will," I say,"Geez!"


*Narrator's P.O.V.*

Little did they know, that a great villain was upon them.


*Harry's P.O.V.*

That scoundrel!

He foiled my plans to rule his kingdom.

Tom Riddle!

I shall own all that is yours, forever.

Your kingdom, your power, your name.

Even your pretty little daughter!