*Edit* Chapter 2 and 3 have been re-uploaded, some stuff has changed. so go read them!

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So this chapter really wrote itself, its over 4000 words when I usually write around 2000. I probably could have gone on, but it was starting to drag for me. I hope you guys like this chapter. I had fun writing a 13 year old Rosaline, I was laughing while writing some of the things she was saying and thinking. She's such a little drama queen at that age, just like Draco.

Also you should check out the Musical Rebecca(You can look it up with English subs if you either cannot speak one of the languages it is in, or are like me and have limited German), I was listening to it throughout writing this chapter. It is an amazing musical, I've been a fan of the two guys who wrote it for a while now. I also love their musical Elisabeth, which you should also listen to. It's something different, from the sickeningly cheery musicals we have over here in the states.

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1991

"Yuck!" I said trying to scrub out the cauldron, some of it had splashed up against my robes. What had they been making? Rotted eel eyes soup? Snape's detention was proving worse than I had imagined. The twin terrors were as sour as usual. Instead of taking the detention seriously, they took the opportunity to mock me and throw slime at each other whenever Professor Snape was to engrossed in his grading to notice.

The dungeons were extra miserable. The room was hot and the air was stickig as the fumes floated up. We had to heat up some of the mixtures to get some of the left over potion out. Cleaning the cauldron with a cut arm, even if it was wrapped up was impossible. My arm throbbed as I scrubbed. I tried to scrub with my right arm instead of my left, but even then my arm hurt so much. I don't know what cut me, it must have been something nasty. I would have died if it wasn't for Madam Pomfrey.

One of them decided to fling gunk my way. It landed on my good arm. I gasped and lurched back nearly falling off of the stool. The warm liquid seeped through my robes and onto my skin. I looked up at them scathing.

"Rosie, if you just to scrub instead of looking miserable it comes up easier. Making faces doesn't help it either. You look like there is a dung bomb permanently stuck under your nose." One of them said. He was sitting at the table to the right while the other one was to the left.

"I don't know Georgie, if I was an eels eye and I saw her looking like that I might just run away." Fred said.

"I am scrubbing, this just isn't coming out." I said enunciating every word. "Professor Snape!" I called out, the professor was up at the front of the room grading papers.

"Yes Ms. Malfoy?" He drawled out, uninterested.

"One of them threw some of the potion onto my arm." I said starting to cry. The potion is probably poisonous. I was going to die and my head of house didn't care.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Weasley. As for your arm, it is just Brew of Manderley, it is harmless and doesn't need to be washed off, especially since it isn't on your injured arm. Finish cleaning the cauldrons." He said with out looking up.

"Sir, how do you know which arm it was? It could be my injured arm." I said.

"I know Ms. Malfoy, because if it was your injured arm you would be shrieking so loud that the whole castle would hear and since my eardrums are still intact I can only infer that it was your good arm." He said.

The twin terrors snickered at that. I glared up at them. Yesterday Fred might have been my hero, but today there was a new hero who was much more respectable. Myron Wagtail of the Weird Sisters. His voice was so beautiful that stars weep at the sound.

I went back to scrubbing the cauldron. I tried not to look at the twins as they continued to harass me.

Hours must have passed as I scrubbed. I just couldn't take it any more, my arm hurt so much. The fumes were starting to get to me.

"If I scrub any more I may just die." I said.

"Sure you will, just like it will kill you to try to smile more often."

"I do smile, I'm just not wasting my smiles on you or scrubbing out cauldrons." I said.

"You shouldn't say things like that Rosie, you never know one day you might just fancy me, if you don't already." Fred said winking at me.

"Professor can we please stop for today? My arm is hurting so much, I don't know if I can even wave my wand." I said ignoring his comment. I was not going to waste my time fancying some blood traitor.

"Ms. Malfoy which hand do you use to do spells?" Professor Snape asked looking up.

"My right one of course." I said, what did that have to do with anything?

"And which arm is the one that is hurt?" He asked.

"My left one." I said.

"Then why can't you do spells?" He asked.

"Because my arm hurts and I cannot possibly concentrate." I said. Professor Snape was being so unfair. "My Father will not be please to hear about this."

"Spoilt brat" George said then in a mimicking voice. "My Father"

"My Father, is a curring toadstool." Fred said in a high pitched imitation of my voice.

"At least I don't go round hexing the other houses." I snapped back at them.

"No, you just go round hexing first years and Muggle-borns." George said. "I saw you got some little Slytherin first year, what was her name...the pug faced girl. And then you also got some little Hufflepuff boy.

"She was asking for it, she was giving me an attiude. As for the Hufflepuff, do I really need to explain why I hexed him? He's a Mudblood." I said.

1996

"Hey Rosaline! Wait up!" It was a cold morning and I had just turned the corner of the girls dormitories to get to breakfast before my first class of the second week of the semester, the dreadful Defense Against the Dark Arts, when I heard Pansy Parkinson calling after me. She was a pug-faced girl, with the mouth so large that a fully grown troll could fit into it with ease, which all of the boys in Slytherin and a professor or two knew oh so intimately.

"What?" I asked her stopping. She held back so that we were the only two in the hall.

"I just wanted to say congratulations." She said with her false smile.

"Congratulations for what?" I asked.

"You know what." She said urging me on.

"No, I clearly don't. You will just have to enlighten me." I said smiling at her.

"OK, don't tell me any secrets, we're only best friends." She said trying to sound hurt.

"We're not 'best friends' Pansy, we're not even acquaintances. We never have been nor ever will be. And in case you've forgotten that we don't even get a long. Our relationship is stuck in the you worship my brother, but on the side sleep with every guy you meet, and my eternal hatred for you and will to torment you every chance that I get. It's never going to change away from that, so accept your loss to enjoy my company and move on.

"I do not sleep with every guy I meet, I would never sleep with a Mudblood or a blood traitor."

"Oh right then that just leaves all the Muggles. You know, I never took you for a secret Muggle lover Pansy. But now that you confess to it I am touched that you confided in me." I said in reply.

"I would never sleep with a Muggle." She hissed back at me. Some first years walked out of their room.

"Don't stand around, don't you have classes to get to." Pansy said, frightening them, and moving them along.

"Oh great, your harassing the first years now? You know you are in a position of responsibility and that is highly looked down upon."

"Like that ever stopped you." She said.

"Actually it did, I just have a special place for you." I said smiling.

"So then you are going to tell me about your engagement. It is exciting, I wish I could be with somebody who actually takes action for what they believe in." She said. I know that she is thinking about Draco, but Draco is in the same league as Rabastan. Draco was ready to sign up and take the mark last summer. It was good of Mother to talk him out of it for a few years, not like it will dissuade him for long.

"I do too, about taking action. Good men follow their beliefs." I said, thinking about Fred. He stood up to the blood supremacists. His courage and bravery was more respectable that blood. Even though he would make jokes at somebody expense and play cruel jokes on people, he would always be one of the firsts to stand up to somebody when there was an injustice.

"So you are engaged to him then?" Pansy said brightening.

"I didn't say that." I said

"Don't worry I won't tell anybody. I know it must be tough on you to have to carry such a huge secret around, when you must be bursting to tell people. You know you can trust me. If you need somebody to talk to." She said, it was cute how she could go from trying to gain information for malicious reasons to wanting to be my best friend.

"Yeah it is hard to carry around secrets, but that isn't one of mine." I said. "Good talk, but I have friends that I have to confide all of my secrets in and you are not one of them."

"Fine be difficult, but at least tell me that have you heard about what happen 15 years ago?" Pansy said her eyes narrowing. If she wasn't Draco's girlfriend and probably future wife I would just hex her to get her out of my way, but since I would have to deal with her and him for more than the next six months I refrained.

"No, why would I care what happened then?" I said annoyed, I knew Rabastan was a Death Eater then and now, and as much as it disgusts me, the exact details I don't care for, the title alone was enough to make me sick and I was stuck being his fiancée.

"Oh I just thought you would know or would want to know that you aren't the first future Mrs. Lestrange."

"I know, that would be my Aunt Bellatrix. I would think I would know my own family, I think you better take notes or make a tree seeing how hard it will you to keep up in the future. And I'm not the future Mrs. Lestrange, I don't know where you heard that rumor but it is not true." I said.

"You think your so funny to pretend that you aren't involved. Everybody knows, well those who matter do. I wasn't talking about your aunt, I was talking about Rabastan's-"

"Rabastan hasn't been married, and I'm not involved with him or anybody or any movement." I said cutting her off. In truth for all I knew he could have been, not that I would care. Nobody tells me anything nowadays He certainly never let anything on about his private life, he could be playing for the other team and I would be none the wiser.

"If you really want to believe that, fine, but even in your denial you should know that you aren't his first."

"What do you mean?"

"There was another woman before you. His first was another respectable Pureblood. She went missing one week before the wedding. It must have been so hard on him, so nobody ever talked about it. That's why nobody has ever heard of her. Rumor has it that she didn't feel the same way as him on certain things."

"Like what?" I asked. She was just trying to provoke a response from me and I would do my best not to give it to her.

"Oh I don't know what exactly they differed on and it's not like she is around so that you could ask, maybe she didn't want to sit around and play housewife. Maybe she was to much like your aunt. Or maybe she was secretly in love with somebody else."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I just thought you might like to know." She said smiling that awful smile of hers and walked off to beakfast. She was sickening, it was only a scare tactic, but is it true? How had she known that I was engaged? Did Draco tell her?

I knew I needed to talk directly to Rabastan about this. I walked back into the privacy of my room. I would be alright if I skipped breakfast this morning. I went over to my trunk and opened it. I took out the small mirrored compact. I started to open it but froze. How would Rabastan react to me asking about his private life? Should I even bring it up?

More importantly, why did I suddenly have the urge to talk to him. He was somewhat charming and charismatic, in the same way that a cobra is; dark and dangerous. Setting the compact down I decided that I should go and see Draco instead.

After classes were all over I walked into his dorm to see if he was there first and luckily he was.

"Get lost." I said to Crabbe and Goyle. I swear for how much time he spends with them it surprises me that he still has brain cells, conversations with those two was as enlightening as dropping a cinder block on ones head.

"Make us." Goyle said back. I quickly pulled my wand out of my robes. Pointing it at his face, I gave him a stern look.

"Do you really want me to because I will." I said. They both scrambled to get out of the room, tripping over each other. I turned back to Draco. I picked up one of the rolls of parchment laying on the bed and smacked him as hard as I could in the head.

"You prat why did you go and tell your girlfriend about my engagement?" I asked him in a hushed whisper, we were alone but you never could be sure nobody was listening in.

"She's not my girlfriend." Draco said in a flat tone.

"Right, I'm not as thick as your friends. So pardon me while I don't believe you. You told Pansy."

"No I didn't."

I smacked him in the head again.

"Stop! I swear I didn't tell her. It's not exactly a secret, people told their kids. Bellatrix was over the moon with excitement. She told every person she could find."

"Bella was not over the moon. She just wants me to join the Death Eaters or find away that I step aside, by giving me a 'dream wedding' she is making sure that I find a respectable marriage. She doesn't care about a wedding, she only cares about killing Muggles and non-supporters of the Dark Lord. How could you even believe that she does? She is the worst actress in the world."

"I can't wait to join. I could be so much use, it would be better than wasting my time here. I'm not even learning anything." He said dejectedly. "So what if she doesn't actually want the wedding. It's not a big deal."

"No big deal? Draco I'm engaged to a Death Eater, who escaped from Azkaban, and is one of the most wanted wizards in Britain. How is that not a big deal?"

"It's not a big deal because nobody is going to find out. Only the people closest to us know."

"Yeah that may be right now. But Pansy has the biggest mouth around the school, as you already know, so soon everybody will." I said. I paused and then tried a different approach to talking to him. "Did you know that Rabastan was engaged fifteen yeas ago?"

"No, why would I know that or even care? That is ages ago anyways, you shouldn't care either. Wait. Are you jealous?" He said.

"No-" I started to protest.

"I think you are, your jealous that your not his first and that there was somebody there before you. Oh you like him and you are happy to be getting married. Oh this is so sweet if only Mum was here to see, I think I may cry. I shall write to her at once." He said feigning tears.

"You will not. If that owl gets intercepted and the ministry finds out that we have escaped prisoners of Azkaban at our house how happy do you think they will be?" I hissed at him. "The Dark Lord doesn't want anybody knowing he is out, and if the ministry starts believing that Black has nothing to do with the escape they will suspect Dad and the whole family will be in trouble. Do you think you could get by if Dad didn't get you out of trouble every time you failed to do something right?"

"No I couldn't and Black could be caught at anytime, look at how stupid he was to go to Platform 9¾. I'm not worried about him, and I can take care of myself."

"Really? Then why did you end up getting so many detentions and end up going into the forest first year?"

"That was because of Potter."

"Yeah you do a lot of stupid things when he is around." I said. I could see that Draco wasn't going to be any help when it came to Rabastan, but I had to try one last time.

"Rabastan's first fiancée went missing one week before the wedding." I said.

"So? He probably doesn't care about her any more, and he does seem to be fond of you. You should have seen him over the break, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Every time that you spoke he just gravitated towards you. If it really bothers you, talk to him Rosaline. Once you are married you will have to anyways. Seeing how he feels for you, I don't think it would hurt for you to ask." He said. Draco may often times be a prat but whenever I needed him he always came through in the end.

From the enchanted window, in the blueish moonlight the shadows danced along the cold stone floor and the stone bricks with the Slytherin crust was hung. The windows much like the Great Hall reflected the weather outside, it was softly snowing. I was staring at the ceiling since I first went to bed. The events of the past few weeks played over and over in my head. I knew I needed to talk to Rabastan.

Who was this woman before me? Was she really his fiancée? It isn't really my place to be asking him, but I do feel that I should know. What bothers me more is why did she go missing? What issues did she hold a differing opinion on? Why hadn't he told me, and when would he have said something? Would he ever have told me?

Was I really jealous of her? I didn't even know her name. I couldn't be I didn't feel anything for him and we hold such different beliefs. Why did I care? Maybe it was because she suddenly went missing. Maybe she also had feelings for somebody else. Maybe that other man was not up to the standards set by society. Pansy said that she was a respectable pure-blood, as am I, but what if she didn't feel the same towards blood status? I know he was and still is capable of hurting people, he loyally sat with the Dark Lord planning Potter's death and talked the enslavement of Muggle. Oh the horrors they talked about. I could hardly stomach it, and he would just sit there, enthralled by what they were saying.

I couldn't take it any more, the questions were burning up inside of me. I had to talk to Rabastan. I slowly crept out of bed. Luckily the four other girls who inhabited the room were still fast asleep. I could hear Rochelle snoring above all of the other girls. Living with her was like living with a bear. Books and papers were strewn around her bed. She might as well be a werewolf, as the hygiene is the same.

I tiptoed over to my trunk and took out the small pouch that held the compact. I silently walked out of the room and into the corridor that led to the great hall. It was the middle of the night so the large stone room was empty. The fire was reduced to embers. I sat down in one of the large leather arm chairs close to the fire. The chair was perfectly positioned so that if somebody awoke and decided to come in, I would know in advance.

I carefully took the small silver compact out of its pouch. The silver swirls and glittery stars were beautiful. The stars aligned and pointed towards the wall across from me showing that that way was north. I started to open it but stopped. Would Rabastan even be up at this hour? I took a deep breath and started to open the compact.

Rabastan's POV

I left the living room where I had been sitting with Rodolphus, Lucius, Bellatrix, and Narcissa. We had been enjoying a late night drink before bed. We had discussed Draco's plans once he took the mark. It was only a matter of time before he did. Narcissa had convinced him to wait until he got out of school, but I would give him only a few months before he did. Draco was growing up into a strong young man. His parents should be proud.

We also discussed was why Potter hadn't gone to see the prophecy for himself yet. The Dark Lord had shown him where it was many many times. He knew it was in the ministry, he had seen Lucius outside of the department of mysteries after his hearing over the summer. It was strange that he hadn't investigated it yet, from what I had heard about the boy he seemed brazen and rash, it was odd that he was acting so uncharacteristically now.

As I walked up the stairs to the guest room I couldn't help but my thoughts turned to Rosaline. As for her future, well she would make a wonderful and respectable housewife. To bad she didn't want to take the mark, I could see her doing well as a Death Eater, as well as Bellatrix. What a pair they would be, the original Death Eater and the new one fighting hand in hand for the purity of the world. It was a beautiful sight really, they looked so much alike. Rosaline was the younger version of Bellatrix, beautiful and talented and quick witted. The first time I saw her, even though just hours earlier I had escaped from Azkaban with Bellatrix, I thought I was seeing a ghost. Bellatrix had once been young and lively, but slowly after school she turned fierce and cold. At her and Rodolphus's wedding she seemed a bit happy, but was more impassive as if she didn't care who she was marrying as long as she got her wedding.

In bed I thought about how our wedding would be, her looking at me smiling. She would be happy at our wedding, she would look forward to our future. But as fate had it that didn't happen. I was at the same time engaged to my last fiancée. That was one of the worst mistakes I ever made. That woman would make a mockery of any man. She seemed perfect, but smile at other men while my back was turned and expect me to go on normally. She would say that there was nothing I could do since I loved Bella and she loved my brother. I couldn't marry her in the end. When I found out what she had done, I couldn't bare the scandal or having a bastard child raised as my own. I would not be the perfect fool.

With Rosaline things would be different. She would love and I would love her just as much as if I was with Bella. Rosaline would be faithful and obedient. She may not join the cause, but her mind may change in the future and if it doesn't, once order is restored it won't really matter because she will be mine.

I took out the two way mirror, it was the other half to Rosaline's. I looked at it as I had every night, hoping that maybe she wanted to talk. I prepared for the heart shattering disappointment that came with every night that I wouldn't see her. I set the mirror back down on my chest and looked up at the ceiling. That similar tightness in my throat that was the companion of the heartache once again came.

Suddenly the mirror felt warm. Could it be? Could it be that tonight was the night that she was actually there and wanted to see me also? I picked back up the mirror to see her looking back at me.

"Um, Hello." She said.

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