'You have to be back by 7' o'clock.'

That was the last thing that she said to me. I was only 6 years old at the time.

'Okay Mommy!'

I had been going to my friends house.

'Can you call when Daddy gets home? We were going to start on my treehouse.'

I never did get that treehouse, because when I got home,

'MOMMY! DADDY!'

They were there on the floor, my mom was already dead.

'Darling, it's going to be... okay. We love you... never forget that... I'm sorry about your treehouse...'

My father died with me laying over him, crying my eyes out.

'They say that it was a break in.'

That's what took my parents.

'How is she going to handle it?'

It was anyone's guess as to how.

'Who will take her in?'

I didn't know that. Someone came up to me.

'Are you alright?'

The first of many questions.

I smiled and looked up at her with tears running down my face.

'I'll be fine ma'am.'

That was the last day that I ever cried. I never wanted me or anyone else to feel that way again. So from then on I never cried and was always smiling, even if it felt fake.

'Hello, we are looking for a little girl. Maybe 6 or 7 years old.'

There were many people that would come and go. I had yet to be taken by a new family. I just kept smiling.

'Oh Vernon! She's looks so perfect and normal.'

That woman drew ever little girl's attention straight to her. She looked a bit like a horse.

'Her name is Angelina Davidson. Would you like to adopt her?'

'Yes.'

That was the day that I was no longer Angelina Davidson. I was now Rose Dursley.

A/N - Sorry if you dislike my writing style. This is my first real story so any constructive criticism is definitely welcome. Oh, disclamer right now. I don't own Harry Potter at all. The only person that I own is Angelina Davidson/Rose Dursley. So with that, Peace Ø