I'm rewriting and renewing all my fanfiction. I overdid the plots of the others so I will be re-working Fateful and deleting The Forgotten Rose for now. I'll bring it back later only because TFR is supposed to be the sequel to this fic. So instead of puzzling the lot of you with TFR's pot-holed plot, I've decided to write 'White Prose Sonata' Hope you enjoy!

I don't own Harry Potter, but I wish I did.

The wind is a terrible omen, she thought to herself. Shivering, she drew her cloak tighter against her form as the train made its way down the tracks.

'It's a doom train leading me to my cage' she thought bitterly. For as long as she could remember, her father had always been telling her what to do, who to talk to, how to dress, when to speak; the list was endless. 'And just when I thought the control couldn't get any worse, father sprung a marriage contract on me.' According to her father, the contract had been made when she was only a year old and because of it having been of ancient magic, she could not go against it. So now, here she was, whisked away from her last year at Durmstrang and all her friends, to meet her betrothed at Hogwarts School of Wizardry.

And as if her life couldn't get any more complicated: her father had informed her that her betrothed had NO idea about the marriage contract and that she must 'simply' make him fall in love with her, and get him to propose, before she came of age. She sighed heavily, "At least cousin Remus will be there..."

"What was that dear?" Startled, Rosaline turned to the witch sitting across from her. From what Rosaline understood, the woman in front of her ran a sweets shop with her husband in Hogsmeade, but twice a year, she ran a cart on the Hogwarts Express selling the sweets to students going to and leaving Hogwarts.

"Just nerves Mrs. Honeyduke, that's all." Rosaline gave a feeble smile at the woman.

"Ah, yes, starting the term a bit late aren't you, dear? But that's fine, you look like you have smarts in that head of yours." She said, nodding to herself as to confirm the brilliance of the young woman in front of her.

The two women, not including the driver, were the only passengers on-board the Hogwarts Express. She would be greeted at Hogsmeade Station by her cousin, Remus, and three of his friends, one of which was the Head Boy, or at least that's what it said in the letter that he had written her. The soft jolt of the train's breaks made Rosaline let out a sigh. 'To the future and all its bitter sweet troubles"

~Meanwhile at Hogsmeade!~

"But Moony!!! You said we going to Zonko's!" Whined Sirius as he hung on the arm of Remus "If I wanted to go to Hogsmeade Station, I'd have waited till the end of term"

Remus sighed in exasperation as he pushed Sirius towards James with a 'keep him away' look, "I've already told you Padfoot; my cousin is coming to attend Hogwarts for her last term. Her arrival is today at noon on the Hogwarts Express." The grey-eyed boy looked at Remus thoughtfully. "This wouldn't happen to be the same cousin that goes to Durmstrang, would it?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" he asked "Well, they're known for teaching the dark arts mainly." Sirius and Remus eyed James carefully for a reaction.

"I'm sure she's a good girl being that she's related to Remus, Padfoot" James said softly.

"Yeah but look at my family Prongs, the lot of them are daft idiots!" Remus scoffed "I can tell you now, Rosaline is no daft idiot. And the darkest magic she knows is 'Nox',

"I can see the train!" Yelled out the otherwise silent Peter. Sirius nudged James in the ribs "I bet this Rosaline is a troll if her parents had to send her all the way out to Durmstrang" He whispered as James tried to hide his snickering from Remus behind his gloved hand but failed. Peter kept his gaze on the train's slow stop.

"My cousin is not a troll Padfoot. She's attractive in her own way!"

"Moony, that's a polite way of saying she's not attractive at all!" James just smirked and nodded his head in agreement, goading on his friend.

"She's just as pretty as Lily! You wait and see!" Remus turned away from them in frustration. Sirius got an interested look on his face as the train's only compartment door slid open.

"Now we will see just how fair this rosy troll is!" With an irritated huff and a well directed stinging hex at Sirius, Remus walked up to the train door just in time to have a large wooden trunk get thrown on him. The sounds of his friend's roaring laughter and a sweet voice yelling "I'm sorry!" over and over, the last things he heard before blacking out.

I hate to leave with such a..weird..ending but it's two-thirty in the morning and I have to get up early for my new job! Yay, I can't believe I got a job! Anyways, Please review!