The White Rose
Chapter 1: The Black Night
Diana rolled over in bed and began to sing "Are You Sleeping?"in German to get herself to sleep. Just as she was in a light slumber, she heard a glass shatter. She cracked open her door to find her parents on the floor, dead.
"Where is she?" A cold, dark voice asked.
"Maybe she's in her room, my Lord, "a second, scared voice replied back.
"Ah, yes, her room. Well, go check!" The first voice ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," he said anxiously.
Diana backed way from the door, grabbed her wand, and jumped out her window. She ran into the woods just behind her house as fast as she could. Her sides slowly began to hurt, but that didn't stop her. She kept on running.
She didn't turn back--she didn't want to turn back. She didn't even want to look, but she did. She stopped and turned around. Tears fell down her milky white face as she saw the dark mark hovering over her house. She began to run again. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. The tears kept coming; they didn't stop at all.
Suddenly she lost her footing, and fell violently down a hill. She hit small trees, rolled over twigs, and hit her head on small rocks. By the time she hit the bottom her body had cuts all over it and her arm had been broken. She didn't care about her arm. She didn't care that leaves and sticks were caught in her golden hair. She didn't care that her body was in pain. All she cared about was her parents were dead, and she needed to save her own life, before she was dead as well.
Finally, she found what she had been looking for: the portkey. She lunged forward, falling on the tire. The next thing she knew, she could see her uncle's house. She limped into his yard, and passed out . . .
***
Harry and Ron sat at the Weasley's kitchen table talking meaningless, mindless chit-chat.
"...And then they turned him into a dog. It was priceless!" Ron said, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
"What happened?" Harry asked in tears.
"He said, 'leave him'!" The two boys continued to laugh.
Ginny came into the kitchen. "Telling him that story about how Fred and George turned Percy into a dog?"
"Yeah!" Ron answered still laughing.
"God, it was funny two weeks ago," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or is someone just P.M.S-ing?!" Ron laughed.
"Shut up!" Ginny yelled.
"You two! I'm not up for the fighting this morning," Mr. Weasley said, coming into the kitchen.
"How come you didn't come home last night, dad?" Ginny asked, in a very concerned tone.
"Some American family got attacked. No big deal. I'm tired!"
"Don't the Americans take care of that?" Ron asked
"Not if the daughter of the two people who were killed has to come live with her uncle in England. She'll be coming to your school this year. I met her. Beautiful, smart, nice . . . doesn't come from the best family though . . . " he fell asleep right on the table.
"It's still funny!" Ron said quickly.
"Whatever," Ginny said, walking out of the kitchen.
Ron looked over at Harry. "Well, it is!" he insisted, shrugging.
"It was!" Harry said snickering.
***
Two weeks later, at Diagon Alley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were walking around just about to get their new school books.
They were deep in conversation about what the new school year had in store for them (they were just about to enter 6th year) when Harry noticed a blonde haired girl he had never seen before walking around.
"Who's that?" Harry pointed to the blonde.
"Harry, has anyone ever told you it is not nice to point?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Hermione, could you please get over yourself!" Ron said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione said angrily.
"Could you two stop fighting?!" Harry said, still staring at the girl.
"Well she started it," Ron childishly looked away.
"Did not!"
"Yes, you did!"
"It doesn't matter who started it! Could you two just stop?" Harry said, now looking away from the girl.
"Well, she's pretty," Ron said, now staring at the girl.
"Yeah, she is," Harry was staring at her again.
"You two are hopeless," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go talk to her!"
"I can't do that!" Ron and Harry yelled at the same time.
"Yes, you can. I'll help you," Hermione started to walk over. The two boys chased after her.
" Hermione, this isn't a good idea," Harry said, nervously.
"It'll be okay, don't worry," Hermione continued to walk over.
Harry couldn't believe he was going along with this. Finally, after the longest walk of his life, he was right in front of her. She was even more beautiful up close, he noted, admiring her smooth skin, long blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"Hello, I'm Hermione, the red head is Ron, and the other boy, whose mouth is wide open, is Harry. What's your name?" Hermione said quickly. Harry, noting this, quickly but casually closed his mouth.
"I'm Diana," she said, with a smile. The smile made her look more even beautiful. (She hadn't been smiling before.)
"So, ah, um, ah . . . " Harry stuttered. "Um... er...uh." Harry could hardly breathe. Diana's smile grew wider. Harry got more nervous. "Uh... hi!" He took a large breath.
"Hi Harry!" Diana laughed.
"So...you're new. What... uh... year are you?" Harry asked, rather dumbly.
"I'm going into 6th year."
"So are we! That's so cool!" Ron yelled. Hermione laughed at him.
"Cool, what house are you guys in? My uncle was in Slytherin, so was my dad, and mom," she said.
"Gryffindor," Hermione said quickly, in a snobbish voice.
"Gryffindor, ah, I see. My uncle has told me about every house. He knows a lot about Hogwarts. He went to school there, obviously," Diana rolled her eyes.
They were walking around talking to Diana. They told Diana about the past 5 years at Hogwarts, and a lot about themselves. Diana told them about her old school, America, her favorite things, and her mom and dad.
"I played Quidditch at Salem. I was a chaser my first year at Salem, then 2nd though 5th I was seeker. My Dad started to teach me how to play when I was two."
"Do you still play?" Harry asked. Ron and Harry were very interested in what she had to say. Hermione on the other hand, could care less.
"Not really. I don't watch it much either," Hermione started to gain interest.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"It's not really my thing," Diana looked at her watch, and her eyes widened in horror... "Oh man, I was suppose to meet my uncle 15 minutes ago! I have to go. See you on the train! Bye!" Diana yelled, as she ran off.
"Bye!" Harry yelled after her.
"You two, I swear," Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry just stared, almost waiting for her to come back.
A/n: Alright I changed some things, just a little bit. But if you don't reread this one you have to reread chapter 2. I changed most of the sorting ceremony, which will change some things later on in the story or in a later story. Alright, and I'll also have chapter 14 up soon. It's done!
Chapter 1: The Black Night
Diana rolled over in bed and began to sing "Are You Sleeping?"in German to get herself to sleep. Just as she was in a light slumber, she heard a glass shatter. She cracked open her door to find her parents on the floor, dead.
"Where is she?" A cold, dark voice asked.
"Maybe she's in her room, my Lord, "a second, scared voice replied back.
"Ah, yes, her room. Well, go check!" The first voice ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," he said anxiously.
Diana backed way from the door, grabbed her wand, and jumped out her window. She ran into the woods just behind her house as fast as she could. Her sides slowly began to hurt, but that didn't stop her. She kept on running.
She didn't turn back--she didn't want to turn back. She didn't even want to look, but she did. She stopped and turned around. Tears fell down her milky white face as she saw the dark mark hovering over her house. She began to run again. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. The tears kept coming; they didn't stop at all.
Suddenly she lost her footing, and fell violently down a hill. She hit small trees, rolled over twigs, and hit her head on small rocks. By the time she hit the bottom her body had cuts all over it and her arm had been broken. She didn't care about her arm. She didn't care that leaves and sticks were caught in her golden hair. She didn't care that her body was in pain. All she cared about was her parents were dead, and she needed to save her own life, before she was dead as well.
Finally, she found what she had been looking for: the portkey. She lunged forward, falling on the tire. The next thing she knew, she could see her uncle's house. She limped into his yard, and passed out . . .
***
Harry and Ron sat at the Weasley's kitchen table talking meaningless, mindless chit-chat.
"...And then they turned him into a dog. It was priceless!" Ron said, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
"What happened?" Harry asked in tears.
"He said, 'leave him'!" The two boys continued to laugh.
Ginny came into the kitchen. "Telling him that story about how Fred and George turned Percy into a dog?"
"Yeah!" Ron answered still laughing.
"God, it was funny two weeks ago," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or is someone just P.M.S-ing?!" Ron laughed.
"Shut up!" Ginny yelled.
"You two! I'm not up for the fighting this morning," Mr. Weasley said, coming into the kitchen.
"How come you didn't come home last night, dad?" Ginny asked, in a very concerned tone.
"Some American family got attacked. No big deal. I'm tired!"
"Don't the Americans take care of that?" Ron asked
"Not if the daughter of the two people who were killed has to come live with her uncle in England. She'll be coming to your school this year. I met her. Beautiful, smart, nice . . . doesn't come from the best family though . . . " he fell asleep right on the table.
"It's still funny!" Ron said quickly.
"Whatever," Ginny said, walking out of the kitchen.
Ron looked over at Harry. "Well, it is!" he insisted, shrugging.
"It was!" Harry said snickering.
***
Two weeks later, at Diagon Alley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were walking around just about to get their new school books.
They were deep in conversation about what the new school year had in store for them (they were just about to enter 6th year) when Harry noticed a blonde haired girl he had never seen before walking around.
"Who's that?" Harry pointed to the blonde.
"Harry, has anyone ever told you it is not nice to point?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Hermione, could you please get over yourself!" Ron said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione said angrily.
"Could you two stop fighting?!" Harry said, still staring at the girl.
"Well she started it," Ron childishly looked away.
"Did not!"
"Yes, you did!"
"It doesn't matter who started it! Could you two just stop?" Harry said, now looking away from the girl.
"Well, she's pretty," Ron said, now staring at the girl.
"Yeah, she is," Harry was staring at her again.
"You two are hopeless," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go talk to her!"
"I can't do that!" Ron and Harry yelled at the same time.
"Yes, you can. I'll help you," Hermione started to walk over. The two boys chased after her.
" Hermione, this isn't a good idea," Harry said, nervously.
"It'll be okay, don't worry," Hermione continued to walk over.
Harry couldn't believe he was going along with this. Finally, after the longest walk of his life, he was right in front of her. She was even more beautiful up close, he noted, admiring her smooth skin, long blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"Hello, I'm Hermione, the red head is Ron, and the other boy, whose mouth is wide open, is Harry. What's your name?" Hermione said quickly. Harry, noting this, quickly but casually closed his mouth.
"I'm Diana," she said, with a smile. The smile made her look more even beautiful. (She hadn't been smiling before.)
"So, ah, um, ah . . . " Harry stuttered. "Um... er...uh." Harry could hardly breathe. Diana's smile grew wider. Harry got more nervous. "Uh... hi!" He took a large breath.
"Hi Harry!" Diana laughed.
"So...you're new. What... uh... year are you?" Harry asked, rather dumbly.
"I'm going into 6th year."
"So are we! That's so cool!" Ron yelled. Hermione laughed at him.
"Cool, what house are you guys in? My uncle was in Slytherin, so was my dad, and mom," she said.
"Gryffindor," Hermione said quickly, in a snobbish voice.
"Gryffindor, ah, I see. My uncle has told me about every house. He knows a lot about Hogwarts. He went to school there, obviously," Diana rolled her eyes.
They were walking around talking to Diana. They told Diana about the past 5 years at Hogwarts, and a lot about themselves. Diana told them about her old school, America, her favorite things, and her mom and dad.
"I played Quidditch at Salem. I was a chaser my first year at Salem, then 2nd though 5th I was seeker. My Dad started to teach me how to play when I was two."
"Do you still play?" Harry asked. Ron and Harry were very interested in what she had to say. Hermione on the other hand, could care less.
"Not really. I don't watch it much either," Hermione started to gain interest.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"It's not really my thing," Diana looked at her watch, and her eyes widened in horror... "Oh man, I was suppose to meet my uncle 15 minutes ago! I have to go. See you on the train! Bye!" Diana yelled, as she ran off.
"Bye!" Harry yelled after her.
"You two, I swear," Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry just stared, almost waiting for her to come back.
A/n: Alright I changed some things, just a little bit. But if you don't reread this one you have to reread chapter 2. I changed most of the sorting ceremony, which will change some things later on in the story or in a later story. Alright, and I'll also have chapter 14 up soon. It's done!