Watchful Eye
Narrator: As for Rapunzel, Pansy was careful not to associate her with the muggles of the outside world. It was for this reason that she shut her in a doorless tower. As she grew, Pansy kept a close eye on all of her neighbors.
Heavenly music filled the air as Pansy limped up to the tower and called forth to the beautiful girl within it's walls. "Rapunzel! Rapunzel, let down your hair to me!"
The music stopped and a young woman of seventeen poked her head out the window. "Mother, is that you?"
Pansy smiled. "Who else would it be dear."
Seemingly satisfied, the girl lowered the longest, most beautiful, locks of hair the color of golden corn. Pansy's fingers ran through the soft, silky, strands before she gripped them tight. Once her hold was secure, she scaled the hair as if it were a rope. All the while, she tried her hardest to drown out the sounds of pain that were coming from her daughter.
Pansy hated doing this to her, but there really was no other alternative. She was to crippled to carry a ladder all the way from town, and she sure as hell wasn't going to just leave a ladder near the tower where someone might find it. Sure she could use magic to get into the tower, but it was dangerous. The woods were affected slightly from the forbidden forest, and with the two curses that were put on her, her magic sometimes backfired. So when in the, she only used her wand for small things. Like charming Rapunzel's brush to untangle her hair by itself.
Crawling the rest of the way through the window, Pansy walked over and plopped down onto her daughter's bed. The body that she had been cursed with eighteen years ago was getting much to old for climbing hair up a ten foot tower three times a day.
She had spent the last twelve years putting Rapunzel through immense magical studies, and she sucked up the knowledge for there was nothing better for her to do. The muggles from the town were too primitive to have anything to amuse her daughter. So everyday, she climbed the hair in the morning to give Rapunzel her morning lessons. They would break so that Pansy could go and get them lunch. When she returned they would eat, study some more, then take another break so that Pansy could go get dinner. She would return at sunset and the two would talk over dinner about what was happening in the town.
To Pansy there was no doubt in her mind that her daughter was indeed a witch. She was extremely proud when her daughter had received her letter from Hogwarts when she turned eleven, but her hope that her daughter may have a normal life was shattered when both Draco and Hermione Malfoy stopped by the tower to receive Rapunzel and take her to Hogwarts.
Pansy had made arrangements with the couple that if Rapunzel was indeed magical, they would take her in and treat her as family. They were all to happy to agree. But, when the day came to retrieve her, they couldn't even get within ten feet of her hair before dropping to the ground in pain.
Watching this happen from a safe distance, Pansy burst into tears. Somehow, her mother's first curse had transferred to her daughter.
Now, almost seven years after that incident, her daughter was an accomplished witch in her own right. She even obtained a wand for her to use by owl. Of course they had to go through a trial and error stage first, where they sent five wands that didn't fit Rapunzel back to where they came from.
Pansy was thankful to receive help in home schooling her daughter from her trusted professors at Hogwarts. She even found it quite amusing when Rapunzel had taken a liking to Professor Snape and the subject of potions. She was extremely surprised that Snape seemed to welcome her daughter as a friend when her started what Rapunzel liked to call 'Owl class', where Snape would tutor her by way of post.
"Mother?"
Pansy opened her eyes as the sound of her daughter's voice dragged her from her thoughts.
"Yes, dear." Pansy asked.
Rapunzel mirrored her mother's earlier actions and plopped down onto the bed beside her. "What were the muggles like today?" She asked.
Narrator: As for Rapunzel, Pansy was careful not to associate her with the muggles of the outside world. It was for this reason that she shut her in a doorless tower. As she grew, Pansy kept a close eye on all of her neighbors.
Heavenly music filled the air as Pansy limped up to the tower and called forth to the beautiful girl within it's walls. "Rapunzel! Rapunzel, let down your hair to me!"
The music stopped and a young woman of seventeen poked her head out the window. "Mother, is that you?"
Pansy smiled. "Who else would it be dear."
Seemingly satisfied, the girl lowered the longest, most beautiful, locks of hair the color of golden corn. Pansy's fingers ran through the soft, silky, strands before she gripped them tight. Once her hold was secure, she scaled the hair as if it were a rope. All the while, she tried her hardest to drown out the sounds of pain that were coming from her daughter.
Pansy hated doing this to her, but there really was no other alternative. She was to crippled to carry a ladder all the way from town, and she sure as hell wasn't going to just leave a ladder near the tower where someone might find it. Sure she could use magic to get into the tower, but it was dangerous. The woods were affected slightly from the forbidden forest, and with the two curses that were put on her, her magic sometimes backfired. So when in the, she only used her wand for small things. Like charming Rapunzel's brush to untangle her hair by itself.
Crawling the rest of the way through the window, Pansy walked over and plopped down onto her daughter's bed. The body that she had been cursed with eighteen years ago was getting much to old for climbing hair up a ten foot tower three times a day.
She had spent the last twelve years putting Rapunzel through immense magical studies, and she sucked up the knowledge for there was nothing better for her to do. The muggles from the town were too primitive to have anything to amuse her daughter. So everyday, she climbed the hair in the morning to give Rapunzel her morning lessons. They would break so that Pansy could go and get them lunch. When she returned they would eat, study some more, then take another break so that Pansy could go get dinner. She would return at sunset and the two would talk over dinner about what was happening in the town.
To Pansy there was no doubt in her mind that her daughter was indeed a witch. She was extremely proud when her daughter had received her letter from Hogwarts when she turned eleven, but her hope that her daughter may have a normal life was shattered when both Draco and Hermione Malfoy stopped by the tower to receive Rapunzel and take her to Hogwarts.
Pansy had made arrangements with the couple that if Rapunzel was indeed magical, they would take her in and treat her as family. They were all to happy to agree. But, when the day came to retrieve her, they couldn't even get within ten feet of her hair before dropping to the ground in pain.
Watching this happen from a safe distance, Pansy burst into tears. Somehow, her mother's first curse had transferred to her daughter.
Now, almost seven years after that incident, her daughter was an accomplished witch in her own right. She even obtained a wand for her to use by owl. Of course they had to go through a trial and error stage first, where they sent five wands that didn't fit Rapunzel back to where they came from.
Pansy was thankful to receive help in home schooling her daughter from her trusted professors at Hogwarts. She even found it quite amusing when Rapunzel had taken a liking to Professor Snape and the subject of potions. She was extremely surprised that Snape seemed to welcome her daughter as a friend when her started what Rapunzel liked to call 'Owl class', where Snape would tutor her by way of post.
"Mother?"
Pansy opened her eyes as the sound of her daughter's voice dragged her from her thoughts.
"Yes, dear." Pansy asked.
Rapunzel mirrored her mother's earlier actions and plopped down onto the bed beside her. "What were the muggles like today?" She asked.