Yay I am back. Happy Chistmas everyone, hopefully you got what you wanted.

"Mommy?" Rose whispered into the silent room. The room stunk of cheap alcohol, bringing tears to her eyes. The stench was over whelming her. How could Mommy stand this? Rose thought duly.

"Get out," her Mother growled. "I'm fine just get out of here," Her Mother stood and ushered her out of the room. Her Mother's eyes were blood shot, tear stains evident on her face.

The door slamed the moment she was out of the room. Rose stared at the room her mother resided in. She suspected her mother had broke out another bottle. Though young Rose hada idea of what was going on. Her Mommy was sad. Her Daddy gone, probably with uncle Sirius talking the man's ear off. Rose was left with only her mind and her journal.

Rose dreamed of the day her parents were happy. Rose wanted the happy family she saw in pictures. The family she saw before she was born. Wedding pictures revealed a much more happy Mommy. Eyes gleaming with happiness. Eye's that were not bloodshot. Her face was not marred with tears.

Rose walked slowly through the Potter manor. Rose did this when ever her parents argued. An event that had become far to common in her opinion.

Rose lifted her arms and pretend to be flying through the sky. She could see the clouds in her mind. Birds flying around her beckoning her to them. Rose loved the feeling of being in the air. Sometimes, if she was lucky, her Father would take her flying. Most commonly it was uncle Sirius.

Rose stumbled and swiftly came out of her day dream.

"Watch out Rose!" Rose blinked and looked up. Her Father stood there in all his glory. His hair unkempt, clothes wrinkled. His eyes were also blood shot. He smelt of liquor. He was smiling stupidly.

"Hi Daddy," Rose whispered. Her Father annoyed her sometimes. He was so unpredictable. She could predict her mother, guilt her into getting her things. Rose couldn't achieve the same effect with her Father. He didn't work the same. Rose hoped that when she was older she'd be able to guilt him into submission. A vain hope but a hope notheless.

Her Father picked her up. Easily picking her small frame from the floor and resting her on his hip. Although she was almost four he still picked her up and acted as if she was still two.

"Sweetheart," That was all he said. Her Father stared at her with his big brown eyes. "Why don't you give Mommy some space? Where going to uncle Sirius' house!" He whisper yelled the last sentence.

"Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had my parents never died," Rose had confessed one night. Her aunt Petunia always listeaned paitiently. But Vernon really unerstood what she ment.

His prents both died when he was very little. Vernon understood where Rose was coming from. Rose was taking this very well. She might have witnessed her parents butal murder but that dd not stop her from being the sweet lttle grl she was now.

"Its okay Rose." Vernon said softly. "Your parents love you remember that. I know you miss them. But guess what? They're watching over you," Rose's eyes swam with tears.

"Really?"

"Really,"

Rose ran through the manor she smiled and laughed. "Uncle Albus!' She screamed running into the main hall. Unce Albus stood from his seat. His long beard nearly swept the carpet.

"Rose my dear," He bowed to her, "How has the princess been?"

"Amazing as usual." Rose grinned.

Silence was murder to the ears. Rose thought. When left to your own devices you think of things you'd ratheer not think off. Unfortunantly silence was something to egt used towhe being a ureblood. Children wee ot to be nosy. Parents had no reason to be. But Rose needed noise. With out noise she ould hear voices calling her name. The devil whispering every single thing he would do to her when she came to him. 'Its just your imaginaton,' Lots of people had told her that.

Tom had not. HE simply said one word.

Cursed.

Cursed child.

Cursed brat.

Cursed mind.

Cursed body.

Death was kind to no one. There was no heavin. No hell. No nothing.

But Death was there. Death will always be has always been there. Tom splitting soul was a stupi attemt at out whitting Death. Death would come for him. eah woul not be kind. 'Tom must be aware of that.'

No he is only aware of one thing. Power. He wants her to be hs perfect soilder. That will happen. If only to please him. Hermione would join. Fearing the solatude. Fearing a world with ot them.

Draco was the wild card. he neded to be cnverte in the best was possible He neede love. He needed to do it for love. In that way he'd be just like his mother.