Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, their characters ,and I'm not JK Rowling.
Her name doesn't matter. She thought of it that way, she always did. One by one we held her name in our hands and let them fly away in the wind. No one spoke, no one laughed, we all cried. Letting the pain sink in was the hardest thing I ever did. Her story is a big one. There are tons of ups and many more downs. I've hurt her many times, and I've been there for comfort. She hated me and I believe that but, she loved me and I know that.
Let me just keep this short and sweet. Tender Roses Grow while Thorns Shatter Dreams. Dreams are what kept her alive but they also killed her, and now Rosalina Elizabeth Weasley is gone and she's never coming back.
That's just a short intro, remember short and sweet :]. Comment hate, love it, keep writing?