The Story of Rosalyn Riddle
I sat in my room, weeping. There's a terrible war going on and I don't know how much longer I can stay holed up in this stupid mansion. See, the problem is, I'm Voldemort's Daughter. These are desperate times, my father had said to me. He thinks I'm special or something, that I contain strong magic. Pity I don't get to use it. I hate my father. He's a foul, loathsome, evil bastard. I continued staring out my window, it's raining and I like the sound the raindrops make as they hit my window. Plip-plop-plip-plop. I leaned my head on the cool glass and dreamed about what it would be like if my father and Harry Potter weren't fighting, trying to rip each other apart. I had seen Harry Potter at school but never actually talked to him. I highly doubt he's at school this year. Sighing out loud, I got up and wandered into my over sized bathroom and stared at my self in the huge mirror that had a silver snake border. A teenage girl of 17 stared back at me, she had long, ruffled, un-brushed black hair, Blazing blue eyes and smeared make up. A sharp knock sounded at her door. Jumping slightly and composing myself as much as possible I opened the door to find Bellatrix Lestrange standing there.
"Come on Rosalyn, the meeting is about to start. The Dark Lord wants you presentable this time." She said sharply, giving me a stern look.
Bellatrix was like a very mean, very strange mother too me. She came in and I picked out a pair of black skinnys with a black singlet and black cardigan, followed by some black ballet flats. Rules were, no colour. Bella yanked a brush through my hair until it was 'presentable' and then fixed my make-up. We walked in silence until we were almost down to the meeting room. She swiveled around into my path and looked me in the eyes.
"Don't do anything stupid tonight," she warned.
"I won't," I promised.
At least I would try. Bella walked in, and I followed. Every male in the room stood up as I entered. I always hate these formal gatherings. I sat in my usual spot, on the left of my father. For most of the meeting I looked at the table, when I did flick my eyes up I looked and Draco and gave him a small smile, he gave me a small smile in return. That was always my favourite part of these meetings; actually it was the only part I liked about these meetings. Draco and I have a secret relationship. He's the light at the end of my tunnel. He makes me laugh even while I'm engulfed in all this darkness. The meeting was called to a close and everybody stood up as my father and I left. We didn't say a single word to each other, that's how it usually was. He went off to the mingling party that always happened after the meetings.
Up in my room it was late and I heard a soft knock at my door. I peeked through the crack and saw a flash a bleach blonde hair. Opening my door even more and poking my head out I saw a letter on the ground. I went back in and closed the door. Sitting on the couch in front of the fire I asked Greta (my house elf) for some hot chocolate. As she disapparated out of my room I opened the letter, it read:
My dear rose,
I received your last letter and can't believe what you are saying. Running away? Where are you going to go? What will you do? Have you even thought about accommodation? And anyway, how are you going to get out? There are wards all around this place! If worst comes to worst, I'm going with you. But I really encourage you not to leave.
All my love, D
Sorry Draco, but not leaving is not on my agenda. I wrote back a quick reply and sent it off on Gwendolyn (my owl). It was early morning when I finished my hot chocolate and the whole house has was quiet. I slipped my book shut without a sound, put on my cloak, slung my bag across my shoulders made a rope out of bed sheets and started the slow climb down the 3 story building.