A/N: I wish to thank, in advance, anyone that has reviewed any of my stories. It's about time I updated at least one, eh? I'll try to get started on updating Shattered Ruby next!

The moment Rosalie Riddle regained consciousness she knew that there was a bed underneath her; She had been moved by someone. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a few times from the sudden light that invaded them. Surveying her surroundings the first thing that was noticeable was the size of the room, slightly big with two beds beside each other. She was in the one closest to the door but other than that the room was vacant. Slowly sitting up, she mentally scolded herself for fainting in front of people she hardly knew. At the end of this bed she noticed there were some fresh robes sitting there, obviously for her. She wasn't so sure about what was happening but she decided to just go with the flow for now. Taking the clothes she preceded into the bathroom, which was just across from where she was. After changing, she threw the dirty rags into the garbage then looked into the mirror. Her face was hideously dirty. Taking a washcloth, she made sure that it looked cleaner. Proceeding to take her wand out she cleaned her dark black, straight hair. It fell just below her shoulders, all the way to her mid-back section.

It was then that Rosalie Riddle came to the conclusion that her father was dead. Why else would he stop his regular visits and people not always cower in fear of his name, or maybe he lied about that. She was of course telling the truth when she declared not agreeing to any of his antics but it doesn't mean she wouldn't agree with them on in a later date but that would be decided later. She heard a knocking noise on the bedroom door. It would obviously be someone from earlier this evening since she could tell it was only a few hours after by an enchanted clock. The door got pushed open before she even reached it. Rude much? What if she was indecent?! The woman standing there was obvious to be Molly Weasley. She was good at remembering names with faces.

"Hello dear, how are you? We're just going to Diagon Alley to get school supplies. If you're not feeling up to coming then I can just pick them up for you if you want," the woman said in a motherly voice. Rosalie had never been to Diagon Alley so there was no way she was passing that up.

"No, it's alright, I shall come." she said with certainty.

"Are you sure? Well then, I'm sure you can go with Harry, Ron and Hermione, so that they can show you around a bit at the hot spots. That's what you kids call it now right? Hot spots? Oh well… Ginny as well, oh you'll love them. I'm sure you'll all be good friends." The woman seemed to be lost in her thoughts, as if she might have told a lie. She then ushered me downstairs, straight into the living room where their fireplace was located. The people whom were talking were all crowded around it. Some glanced at me; others just paid me no mind.

Then, after some dreadfully boring proper introductions with everyone and Molly commanding Ronald Weasley to let me come with them to have some drinks at somewhere, we left via Floo Powder.

She had to admit, Diagon Alley was pretty interesting. They had so many shops here that you could probably find anything you were looking for! She was currently alone with Hermione, Harry and Ron, walking around aimlessly when someone started to finally speak.

"Harry and I are going to go to the Quidditch store, alright Hermione?" Ron said, a bit hesitantly.

"Alright, I'll just go check out Flourish & Blotts. Um... Rosalie, would you care to join me?" Hermione didn't look too thrilled to be stuck with her but this shop she just said sounded more interesting than Quidditch. Heck, she didn't even know how to fly properly (not that she would ever tell anyone that).

"Thank you Hermione, that's very considerate," She replied back, half-glaring at the two boys whom slowly started to walk away. They started to walk to this Flourish and Blotts store. It sounded like some ink shop or something, she would find out when she got there, which was fairly quick. It seems it was a large bookshop filled to the ceiling with books. Rosalie was slightly speechless but her father's study had more books than this, but in a slightly different subject. She walked away from Hermione without another word and started to inspect the aisles. She was just getting caught up in reading the titles when said person suddenly appeared behind her.

"You'd like this one; it's a personal favourite of mine. Actually, I already bought it for you. I highly recommend it, especially if you are to go to Hogwarts. If you don't want it though, that's perfectly okay with me." Rosalie looked at the book cover which read, 'Hogwarts: A History'. She had thought she already knew the basic layouts of Hogwarts, but thought it would be a good read any ways. She was going to thank Hermione but she was already about five aisles away. Oh well, this was the perfect chance to get outside and wander about herself. She cunningly slipped outside the shop, trying to make as little sound as ever.

Her back was to the street and she accidentally bumped into someone. She turned around and stepped away from the door in case anyone else wished to enter it and looked into the eyes of the person before her.

"You need to watch where you're going, disgraceful," the man that spoke had gray eyes with long, pale blond hair. He also had a pale, pointed face, similar to the shorter man that was walking beside him, most likely his son.

"It was an accident, obviously. Any dim-witted person could tell that," Rosalie replied back sternly. By now, Hermione had come out, watching her with wide eyes.

"Ah, I should have expected someone as rude as you to be hanging around people of that standard," he said with obvious disgust. His son remained silent so far, which sparked a bit of curiosity in her.

"People of that standard? Look at yourself, I bet you're all friends with house elves and even help them with chores, getting all dirty, in your place." Ha, that would show him. Okay, maybe she chose her words a little wrong, but it's funny how the mind works under slight pressure. She gave off a nice, calm appearance though.

"Excuse me? I am a Malfoy! Who are you? Another little Mudblood?"

Her mouth was slightly agape at the insult but she quickly regained her composure, remembering that Hermione was there. Hermione looked like she was completely fuming. A small crowd had started to gather, of course they probably didn't hear Malfoy's last small comment. Great, she would be the one to start off the argument for the crowd.

"Perhaps, Mister Malfoy, you will speak more politely next time we're in public, or at least ask to go to a more private place to talk. Until then, I have more important things to do." With that said, she walked away, her robes swishing behind her. She didn't know where she was heading, just away from that crowd. She wasn't particularly one for crowds. They bothered her. Ugh, what was she getting herself in to?

A/N: What do you think some scenes should include? What do you suspect Rosalie's biggest fear is? (Hint: It is not specifically flying or large crowds, they just bother her and she'd fly if she had to