She was lying in snow covered in blood. Heart broken, betrayed, unloved. Her own brother did this to her, leaving her to rot. she was barely 5 months old, left outside,in the cold with only a oversized shirt and shorts, no food. She got up almost falling down again in pain, her red waist length hair fluttering in the wind. She proped herself up on the window amd saw harry, lily and james around the Christmas tree looking at a photo album, a tear slid down her cheek. she collapsed as the pain over the huge cut on her forhead and her broken arm. she got back up amd ran away.
2 YEARS LATERrosemary was now two years old she didn't have a family or a house, she was alone. she had to rumahe through the rubbish for food, she didn't know but she was dying and she was going to die alone, unloved.1 MONTH LATERit was Christmas, it was cold, and no one was about. Rosemary lay on the side of the street in godrics hollow, buried in snow, starving. she looked up at the sky, at the stars and wished. wished that someone or something would take her to a place where she would be safe, feed and not alone.the next morning she never awoke, and no one noticed.