Well, where to start? errr I Have to really apologize to everyone who have been waiting for an update for this story and any other that your have read that I have wrote. Life just gets in the way, college mainly and my dads divorce. Worring for him and supporting him is my main prority and my mother wants everything. College has been so busy too. Performing arts is a hard subject, especially if you have to do buisness classes along with maths and English at A Level. Ugh so much home work :) Though, I am so enjoying it. Its the best course ever! xoxo

AND I HAVE A PERFORMANCE NEXT WEEK!

Hope youlike the chapter. It's short but fiesty.

WARNING: Not been BETA'D!

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Chapter Four: Beds of Roses

Rozalie's green eyes dropped, her arms coming around herself. She was alone in this house with no one to talk too, but sure she could fire call, but then she needed permission of her husband. She snickered at the thought. She turned, going towards the kitchen. Rozalie needed privacy that she now longed for, a place of her own, but there was nowhere in Snape's house.

She needed to get out before she got swallowed.

Her recklessness found the kitchen door, her fingers twisting the key that was already in the door. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, the handle going down slowly and quietly, pulling the door towards her. Her sight met an awful garden. Her hands twitched at the sight. The sun suddenly shined through the grey clouds, casting even more misery on the poor place. It looked like it hadn't been touched for years.

Her Aunt had drilled her in everything that there was to know in gardening, and if her Aunt Petunia were to see this wilderness, the woman would have a fit.

Rozalie started to walk through the long grass, her eyes set on the dead rose bushes growing against a glooming high wall, and same against the other high wall on the other side of the garden. Rozalie knew that the alley she had apperated in with Snape was beyond this wall, the no go zone in her opinion.

She bent down, her fingers testing the soil; she could tell it was rich, good for plants to grow in. Her guess that Snape's mother had looked after this garden and she bet this was her escape too from the looks of it. 'I wonder what happen to his mother and father?" She thought as she pressed her palm to the soil, her eyes closing. She felt the earth move underneath her touch. The rose bushes started to grow to life again. She glowed as the earth changed for the good around her.

Gardening you could say was her numbing pill, you could easily forget anything and everything.

Rozalie has been able to connect with nature since she can remember. When she was forced to garden she had many of her 'accidents' bringing something to life with just a touch. Her green eyes snapped open to see eight red and white rose bushes. They looked enchanted; well that's what you get with influence by magic.

"Well I couldn't let something that is now beautiful die. Rose is in thy name." Rozalie muttered, her hand touching one of the closer roses, the redness so red, just like blood. Her eyes spotted the shed early on, the garden in need of some de-weeding. She got up, making her way through the now shortened grass.

The shed also needed a lick of life.

She opened the door, surprised that there was no lock. Her eyes narrowed for certain items, noticing an abandoned bike and other knick knacks. She smiled as she spotted a Trowel, bin liners and gardening gloves. She scurried out into the sun again, humming any random tune as she made her way to the beds of roses. Rozalie attacked the weeds with more energy than ever, taking her frustration out on them.

Her thoughts still appeared to thinking about Snape, who was watching her like a hawk from the kitchen window.

He wasn't the best looking man in the world, plus he had a horrible attitude and a hideous ego, but beyond that there was something she couldn't but her fingers on. She was so out of this world that she didn't even hear the door open and close, or any footsteps that crunched the crisp grass.

"And I thought I told you that outside was forbidden?" Snape's silky voice said behind her. Rozalie patted a part of the soil which was weed free and turned her head slightly to see the glooming potions master.

"I needed some air." Rozalie answered, moving along the grass to tackle more weeds in the next bed of roses. To her surprise, Snape followed.

"And who told you to create ... a mess of my garden?" Snap added. He watched Rozalie closely, his eyes narrowing to the beds of red and white roses like he wanted to dissect them and put them in a potion.

"Our Garden." Rozalie snarky quietly, pulling out weeds harder, wishing he would piss off back to his potions lab. She felt his unwelcome presence come closer.

"What's that?" Severus paused, now hanging over her. "You have something to say?"

"Yes I have something to say. This garden is now not a ... mess as you put it. It was a mess and I thought... Actually it doesn't matter." She said, picking up the trowel and wiping the gloves of her hands quickly. She made her way to the shed and put them in the corner where she found them, turning around to meet a sneering Snape, blocking off her way out.

"You though what? I would appreciate it if you would complete your sentence." Rozalie saw the muscle pop in his jaw. She was now really frustrated.

"And I would appreciate it if you would move your presence out of the door way." She said in a bitter tone, all she wanted was him to leave her alone.

"Listen closely Miss Potter," Snape said, taking a step forward to loom over her again. She now damned her height. She couldn't step back because of that bike. He bent his head down, his dark brooding eyes eating me alive. "I'm only going to tell you this once more. Outside is forbidden, even now my ruined back garden. You just cannot help yourself, like your father! Always strutting around thinking you can go anywhere you want."

"What in merlin's name is you problem Snape! What do you want from me? Want me to be locked up in that damn house of yours? Nowhere for me to calm down when you have a snake stuck up your arse? You know what, this house now has life living in it and this garden was dead Snape, Dead! Uninhabitable and guess what, that's you! All you have done in the two days I have been married to you is treat me like utter shite and you know what I have had it! Rozalie shouted shoving past him like a bullet running towards the back door. She slammed the door shut and ran to the fire place, going in it.

She took off the wedding ring, not giving a damn. She heard him slam the door open, his face white with anger.

"This," She hissed. "You can give this to your next wife because I'm not doing this anymore." She throws it at him, hitting his heaving chest. She quickly got the pot of floo powder and took a handful dropping the pot in anger.

"Oh and before I go, I am not my Father!" She hissed, geen eyes glowing with pure anger.

"GRIMULARD PLACE!" She shouted, throwing the powder down, watching Snape rush towards her but he was too late.

Sirius black was going to have a storm of a day.


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