Summary: Adrianna LaClarck is in her fifth year of Hogwarts. She had never known her mother, and had wished for a tragic romance like her mother's. She never really expected to be thrown into a romance with three men deeply in love with her. Or that the three men would be people she least expected. When she gets it she was not prepeared for the what would happen. Will she give it up. Will she choose between them. Will one of them get to put Roses in her hair...
Disclaimer: I own only Adrianna LaClarck and her mother. J. K. Rowling is the person who created every other one of the characters. Like you wouldn't already know that.
Roses in my hair
I have watched you from afar,
but no longer can I. I feel
a tugging at my heart. A
need to be near you. If only
you felt the same. I wait
paitently now, for you
to put red roses in my
hair with your gentle
hands. Your roses
in my hair.
Prolouge
Marissa Laclarck sat at her table. her stomache swelled with the child whom love had concieved. Whom heartbreak would bear. She gently put her hands on the poem she had written before it had happened. She hoped to give it to her child.
Late on a stormy night Marissa went into labor. After hours of pain, she gave birth to Adrianna LaClarck. Marissa was proud of her little duaghter's strength and her bright green eyes. She requested the poem be put in an envolope for her child. When her child was old enough she would read it.
As the night passed into the cool, windy dawn Marissa LaClarck died clutching a love letter and a locket. Little Adrianna LaClarck cried in her crib as the wind howled outside...
Note Roses in my hair is the work of my friend Sasha. I have her permission to use it as many times as I like. It is copyrighted so do not take and pass off as your own. Please Review the part that is posted!
Disclaimer: I own only Adrianna LaClarck and her mother. J. K. Rowling is the person who created every other one of the characters. Like you wouldn't already know that.
Roses in my hair
I have watched you from afar,
but no longer can I. I feel
a tugging at my heart. A
need to be near you. If only
you felt the same. I wait
paitently now, for you
to put red roses in my
hair with your gentle
hands. Your roses
in my hair.
Prolouge
Marissa Laclarck sat at her table. her stomache swelled with the child whom love had concieved. Whom heartbreak would bear. She gently put her hands on the poem she had written before it had happened. She hoped to give it to her child.
Late on a stormy night Marissa went into labor. After hours of pain, she gave birth to Adrianna LaClarck. Marissa was proud of her little duaghter's strength and her bright green eyes. She requested the poem be put in an envolope for her child. When her child was old enough she would read it.
As the night passed into the cool, windy dawn Marissa LaClarck died clutching a love letter and a locket. Little Adrianna LaClarck cried in her crib as the wind howled outside...
Note Roses in my hair is the work of my friend Sasha. I have her permission to use it as many times as I like. It is copyrighted so do not take and pass off as your own. Please Review the part that is posted!