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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my love
I can't hide, can't hide, can't hide what has come
Goodbye brown eyes
Goodbye for now
Goodbye sunshine
Take care of yourself
I have to go
I have to go
I have to go
And leave you alone
But always know
Always know
Always know that I love you so
I love you so, oh
I love you so, oh
-Avril Lavigne, her song: goodbye.
A girl sat on a small stool, she was dunking multiple amounts of clothes from a very large pile into a bucket of water, pitifully attempting to clean them in time for the meeting.
"No, no, no!" Cried one of the clan's higher women, Minerva McGonagall, forced wife of the clan's leader, Albus Dumbledore- he was nice enough, though.
"You're doing it all wrong, dip them in separately, Rose!" She yelled, though she did it wearily.
"Sorry, ma'am." Rose murmured, sheepishly.
"It's alright, just remember it for next time." She said, pleased and her shoulders relaxed.
"What's wrong now?" Rose's father, Ron, grunted, appearing out of a moss-made tent. "What did you do now, Rose?" He sighed.
The mortified girl muttered some words, but the only ones audible were: "Sorry...Accident...didn't know... shan't happen again..."
"OK, but be careful." Ron smiled sleepily. "Or I'll get Albus- Harry's Albus- to guide you!"
Her reaction was the rolling of eyes, Albus could guide her in all the girly things, but he himself knew no boyish things. He was quite shy and childish, but at least he was kind.
"Fine."
Mrs McGonagall nodded her head in satisfaction and stalked off to order the cook about. Rose had been told by grandad Weasley how care free the woman once was, but then becoming the chief's wife made her very stressed and tense. Rose felt sympathetic for the poor woman, married off at thirteen.
Then again, she was going to be betrothed to James Potter. Her cousin. At thirteen as well. Gross.
"Rose!" Her dad's voice knocked her back into the present. "Phew, I thought you'd lost conscious... with your eyes open..."
Rose giggled involuntarily, then clamped her hand over her mouth. Giggling. How stupidly girly.
"Come on!" Her mother, also known as Hermione Granger, 's voice came from their moss house before she flew out the door and called. "The Clan meeting's on now!"
Rose looked up, the moon was crescent this morning and that meant it was indeed time for the Clan meeting.
"Now, to start this gathering off I'd like to thank mister Harry Potter for warding off the Dark Clan, once more. It was almost like magic how he fought!" Dumbledore smiled while some Clan members chuckled. "And his wife and Ron Weasely's wife for warning us of their apathetic attack."
Sexist, the 'wives' have names! Rose grumbled in her mind.
"Also, thank you Ron, for offering up your lovely, beautiful, helpful daughter to Sir James Potter!"
James looked up and winked at her. She supposed it was 'cause she was sort of pretty. But what Rose had no idea of, was that she was beautiful in an unique and exotic way. With long locks of red hair with curls only at the ends. She had sapphire blue eyes that seemed to look into your very soul and long luxurious eye lashes. Her face and body was the same shape as her mothers. Yes, she was like a leopard, different but beautiful. Delicate but with spirit and power. Misjudged as weak.
"Yes, the marriage will take place-" A large boom erupted over the land and disorientated his last words. A catapult, Rose realized, as shards of a shattered rock fell down.
"Oh my!" Cried the chief's wife. "Take cover."
"Don't bother." A ice cold voice to match Hermione's angry tone said. "You're surrounded."
Rose spun around to see, that yes, they were surrounded- and on all sides. Men wearingrich cotton material that made Rose jealous. She had hated her ragged clothing from the start, when she'd cried at birth at being tugged into the rags.
"Don't move, or suffer death." The man warned. "Move in." He ordered his warriors.
"Don't move." He repeated. He turned to his men. "That's fine." The men stopped marching. "Now, let's not be rash. If anyone disagrees..." He grinned sadistically. "They die." He ended simply.
The chief tried to move forward, but was stopped by one of the fighters, he turned to his leader for orders.
"Make an example." The man by the chief nodded, clearly understanding what the others could not. He advanced closer to Dumbledore... and slit his throat with an already blood-stained knife.
"Albus!" Shrieked Mrs McGonagell. "NO!"
"Yes!" Laughed the leader of the dark warriors. "Now," he pointed at twelve of the girls from the clan. "Take them."
Rose gasped, noticing he had pointed at her!
"No." She muttered. "No, no, NO!" She screamed, not in fear, but in realization.
Two men grabbed her and dragged her onto stage with Lucy Lovegood, Lily Luna Potter, Tina Longbottom and Katrina Brown and eight others she couldn't recognize.
"No!" She screeched along with the other girls as she was tied up in a line to them. "NO!"
The last thing she did before she lost sight of her home and family and friends was mouth five words.
"I love you! Goodbye."
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