Hello! So, I just found a whole load of short stories that I've started and never finished saved on my phone (there's even more on my laptop). Rather than just delete the lot or post them all as one-shots I've decided to put them all here. They'll cover a range of characters, eras and themes. I hope you enjoy them and please review!
Rose Weasley
Sometimes she just wants to read. Get lost in a never ending book, far away from reality. Her life, she knows, is already like a muggle fairy tale. There is magic, of course, and a castle and her family are, well, practically royalty. They're the family that are always in the Prophet; her uncle and her father headlining the news. Her mother and aunts robe choices feature in Witch Weekly. They're the family that everyone talks about; the one everyone stops and stares at. It's a fairy tale, one where she is the princess everyone wants to fawn over. Like Vic and Dom and Molls and Roxy before her, she is now the girl heads turn to see; is she really dating Andy Wood? Or is it the Slytherin Scorpius Malfoy who's caught her eye? Is it true the daughter of Hermione Granger is failing astronomy?
The questions are never ending; they prick and they prey and sometimes its damn well annoying and then...then there's the fact anyone in the country would love to take a picture next to her and yes, her new hair cut did become the latest "do" to have and yes, it was amazing how she could be pulled into shop after shop to try on beautiful robes (that came free, of course) because they just knew she'd be seen at the annual ministry ball... It was a whirlwind; the dream, the fairy tale in which she was the star and the whole world was clapping and bowing and caring but...she's a fraud.
It's the undeniable truth.
It doesn't matter that the latest fashion magazine has commended her on having style and brains. They don't care about her. She is not the princess. She is Rose, just Rose. And this is not her story.
Her parents, her uncle, her aunt they were the fairy tale; she's read all the stories, the ones where her parents become eternal lovers bringing comfort to each other during a war, one where her brave bold aunt becomes a damsel in distress, waiting with a broken heart for her prince...she knows not all the stories are true. She knows which ones are pure history, can tell fact from the fictional tales penned by the likes of Rita Skeeter. She's old enough to know the difference.
But she's also old enough to know that yes, maybe she is famous but this fairy tale, it isn't hers.
Maybe most people look at her twice when they hear the name Weasley, and yes, maybe it's true that her face has been in Witch Weekly thrice in the past month, but it really isn't her story. It is not her fame. And it most definitely isn't her fairy tale. That fairy tale ended one day in May over twenty five long years ago. It was a tale of love and pain, of death and dragons. It was absolutely full of magic. But it was her parents and everybody knows that after all the problems are solved, after good conquers bad, the tale ends. It's a happy ever after. Nobody wants to know what happened next.
Nobody cares.
Not really.