Rosalie shivered as the waves crashed over her legs. She could feel the mixture of sand, tiny shells, and cold water beneath her feet and lifting her head, she watched a group of teenage girls splashing each other, herself among them. Her dreams were, to put it mildly, strange. While some people dreamt of flying amongst the clouds or talking animals, hers never made much sense, especially when she could see herself like an out of body experience. Other times, she seemed to be someone else though her mother simply deemed it an overactive imagination.The wet sand hardened beneath her feet, replaced with a polished wooden floor. She was no longer on the beach where she spent most of the summer with her friends but an unfamiliar hallway. Her right leg numb, she carefully climbed the stone steps, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, provided by the mullioned windows on either side of the front door, and taking in her new surroundings, a once grandiose home hidden beneath decades of built up dust and grime.
Stopping at the end of the hallway, she peered through an open door where a timid, balding man was tending to someone sitting in an armchair. The hidden man, speaking in a high-pitched, chilling voice, appeared to be the one in charge. She listened to them talk about a Quidditch World Cup, wizards, and muggles.
Her chest tightened when the hidden man mentioned needing Harry Potter, something his partner anxiously opposed due to him being heavily guarded, leading to him being chastised as cowardly and weak. Their conversation continued with a casual conversation of a woman's death at their hands, after she divulged useful information, and the timid man, referred to as Wormtail, shifted uncomfortably upon learning that he was an essential part of their dangerous plans. Her surroundings changed once more and she found herself glancing up at the balding man.
"M—my lord?" he stuttered.
A gigantic snake slithered towards them, resting on the rug. Rosalie's lips moved, speaking a different language, and as the snake hissed, she understood every word.
"According to Nagini, there is an old muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say." Wormtail glimpsed at the door. "Invite him inside, Wormtail. Where are your manners?"
He beckoned someone into the room, a soft tapping sound indicating their use of a cane. Their voices became muffled and an intense hatred and disgust brewed deep inside her. Her view switched between a blinding light and the elderly man attempting to be brave. As Wormtail turned the armchair, she raised her thin, scaly hand, the room enveloped in a flash of green.
Her eyes popped open but instead of a bed, tangled in a blanket with her best friend Mina, she was flat on her back, in the middle of the kitchen. The lamp above her flickered and when she was not seeing dots in front of her eyes, she thought her pillow was sticking out of the ceiling. She jumped up at the porcelain tile floor shaking beneath her and the cabinets opening with a loud bang.
"Rosalie?" A woman in a silk robe entered the kitchen, looking concerned. "Are you all right?"
"I uh wanted a glass of water," said Rosalie, her eyes darting to the bare ceiling.
"Well, why don't you gather your things and I'll get you home?" she suggested. "By now, half the neighborhood is talking about that little quake and knowing your parents, they'll think you're buried under rubble if they don't hear from you straight away."
Rosalie sighed in relief, thinking that she had gone crazy. Mina, dressed in a pink tank top and matching plaid pajama pants, hurried down the staircase, her blonde curls smacking Rosalie in the face as her arms wrapped around her petite frame.
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns
FanfictionRosalie Dursley has always felt like the outsider in her family. Whereas they can be judgemental and cruel, she shows compassion and kindness. When long buried secrets are revealed, she finds herself joining Harry at Hogwarts, against their wishes...