Rose's POV
As soon as I left I regretted what I said.
I just proved them right.
I just proved to them that I am a spiteful Slytherin.
How could they think I tried to kill Harry.
"Rose!" a voice called.
I turned to see mum and dad standing behind me.
"Minerva told us everything you said," mum frowned.
"How could you say all those horrible things?" dad demanded angrily.
"I didn't mean them, Lily called me a murderer!" I explained.
"Lily was just upset about Harry," mum rolled her eyes.
"I suggest you go and apologise, not that it will help, you will still be a filthy brat," dad sneered.
"Ronald!" mum snapped.
I felt tears fall down my cheek.
When your own father calls you a filthy brat to your face, you know you are.
"Leave me alone and go and find your precious, perfect gryffindors," I suggested coldly.
"Rose, you know we don't, and never have, cared about you being in Slytherin," mum smiled kindly.
"Then how come you never sent me a letter and when I come home for holidays you ignore me. You don't know what it feels like to have your own parents hate you," I said bitterly.
"Rose, you know we don't hate you," mother said, looking like she was about to cry.
"How come Scopius was invited to the Christmas party but Grace wasn't?" I asked.
"Grace's dad was a coward and I don't want a piece of filth like her in my house," dad answered.
"But Draco Malfoy was a death eater," I reminded him.
"But Scopius isn't," dad replied, mum was crying now.
"Grace isn't a coward," I denied.
"Then why is she in Slytherin, all slytherins are evil cowards," dad snapped.
"Do you hear yourself?" I screamed, "You always tell me not to be prejudice but….your a hypocrite,"
I ran down to the common room.
It was only 2:00 in the afternoon so it was empty.
Sitting on a chair was a battered book, like a diary.
I opened it and saw it had ink stains all over it.
Like someone had stabbed it with a quill.
Underneath it was an exact replicate of it but it was clean and had never been wrote in.
I took a quill out my bag and wrote "Hi."
As soon as I had written it disappeared.
"Hello, what is your name," appeared.
"Rose," I wrote quickly.
"Hello Rose, my name is Regulus," appeared in the same neat handwriting.
"Are you a student in Hogwarts," I scribbled.
"I used to be. But I was murdered by the dark lord," Regulus replied.
"If you are dead how are you writing to me?" I asked.
"The dark lord trapped my brain in this book and destroyed my soul, please help me return to my family,"
"How?" this is freaky.
"In the Gryffindor boys 5th year doom, there is a bed belonging to Malfoy, in Malfoy's trunk, hidden in the lining is a green piece of clothe, take the clothe and send it to any living Black," this makes no sense.
"No blacks are living," I scribbled.
"Sirius's Black's daughter goes by the name Olivia Greenich,"
Maybe that is Dylan Greenich's mother!
First I need to find the clothe for Regulus.