Well, this story turned out a little bit more depressing and gruesome than I would have liked...if its not your thing, I totally understand, but please please please review!
I guess, in the spirit of full disclosure, I should start with myself, Rose "Weasley". I feel the need to add those sarcastic little quotations around my supposed last name because technically, I'm not a Weasley anymore. I'm actually a Malfoy, but that story is for another time. All you need to know is that my "wonderful loving family", as Witch Weekly seems to think, turned their backs on me as soon as I announced my engagement plans.
Although they go around preaching their tales that the war is over and that there is no more prejudice, and my dear old mum hosts her tea parties and pretends to like the old pureblood families for the press, the moment their child decides to marry someone that she truly loves, the entire family shuns her.
Of course, I grew up knowing that all of these sentiments were fake. But somewhere, deep down, I knew that they should have been true.
That's not to say that I didn't have my problems. Once Scorp tried to leave me so that I would become close with my family again. The deed was already done, so my parents refused to take me in. For months and months it was just me and an old bottle of Firewhiskey, sitting at home on the sofa, wondering when my life became so bad. The bloody tosser finally came to his senses though, and came back crying.
The one part of my family that hurts me the most to think about is Albus Potter. He was always the most supportive, the most open, and we were each other's favorite cousins, and best friends. Despite all of this, it didn't take very long for him to abandon me, especially in the time of my need. It turns out he was just like the rest of them, trying to keep up appearances without giving a damn about who they were hurting.
The absolute worst part about this situation is that they can't publicly shun their relative and her fiance just because of who he is. They made me, me and Scorp, run away and pretend we were dead. I believe their exact words were "You're already dead to us, so why don't you go be dead to the rest of the Wizarding World in Britain. In fact, if you really died in the process, we would be overjoyed!" Harsh, I know. But life does that to you. We packed our things and left to America, but I think its time the Wizarding World knows the true nature of its saviors and their family. After all, blind faith is the death of free will.
