I have seen many stories about Rose being hurt or killed by Death eaters, i have written one and is in the process of writing and posting it. I decided to give it at shot from a different angle and here it is. Please be honest in your reviews, i take on everything you readers will say. The characters will have changed or be completely different to how you would have thought they would have grown up or been. Warning: This story has blood and death also some scenes will not be recommend for younger readers.
This isn't a happy ending story. This isn't a fairy tale or a dream story. It starts out as a dream world but ends up a nightmare. This is what is it, a nightmare. So here is my warning to you. If you don't like unhappy stories, then leave now. Flip back to the front cover, put me back on the shelf, or press the back button. This is your final warning.
So there I was, Rose Nymphadora Weasley. 20 year old woman, 5' 5ft, athletic body, long crimson hair, bright sapphire eyes, and freckled face with my fiancés arm around my waist. His white angelic hair, stone cold grey eyes, pointed face, ghostly white skin that made his perfectly sculptured body look like marble when shown. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, heir to a huge amount money, gorgeous guy and famous auror.
Here I am now. Ratty crimson hair, anorexic, pale skin, huge bags under my eyes, pale blue eyes, dressed in an oversized pillow case, encaged in Azkaban. Your probably wondering why an auror's fiancé would be in Azkaban. Shall I begin the story or leave you hanging? I'm writing this from my cell. I'm not hoping someone will forgive me or anything else like that. Anyone who was involved deserves what they got. I am not sorry for that. This is a story from my point of view how I felt.
I am Rose Weasley, this is my story.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.