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I saw death when
I was only a child
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ROSE'S POV:
Over the next days nobody said anything about the thestrals, but I was dying to know about them. So I decided to ask the one person who would have the answers, Charlie. Fred, George, and Lee had agreed to come with me since they to were curious about them.
We walked through the portrait hole, towards the common room where Charlie was reading a book on the couch. The four of us made our way to him and sat on his sides. He spared us each quick glances, before putting his book down.
"Yes?" Charlie asked us with a smirk in his face.
"Charlie can I ask you a question?" I pleaded him, a angelic expresion on my face. I turned my hair pale blonde, and my eyes were gleaming in gold. This made me look even more angelic.
"Merlin I'll never get tired of that! Shoot your question." He said with a laugh.
"What are thestrals? Why can I see them but this lot can't?" His expression instantly darkened. He grabbed mine and Fred's wrist and pulled us out of the common room, George and Lee following suit. He stopped right outside the common room.
"Can you see thestral Rose?" He asked me in panic.
"Yes! Why does anyone get so worked up about it?" I questioned him, my eyes were now yellow.
"Only people who have seen death can see thestrals." My blood went cold. 'Death?' I thought. 'I haven't seen dea-' 'Oh'. Realization suddenly hit me.
"Charlie. When someone is hit with the killing curse, what colour is the light of the curse?" I asked him, pleading he didn't say green.
"Bill told me it was green. Why?" My breath caught in my throat. I crashed into the body behind me and slid down to the floor, the body coming down with me.
FRED'S POV:
"Only people who have seen death can see thestrals." Charlie told Rose. Rose imiediatly stiffened. Her eyes turned white as she looked to be recalling something.
"Charlie. When someone is hit with the killing curse, what colour is the light of the curse?" Rose asked my brother softly. Her eyes were switching from white to gold rapidly.
"Bill told me it was green. Why?" Charlie didn't get an answer. She gave one step back and crashed with my body, I hold her by the waist but she slid down taking me with her. Her hair turned completely white and she was holding her head in her hands. I couldn't tell if she was crying or not, she just remained silence. I looked over at Charlie and his eyes were full of worry.
"Rose?" I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, her eyes were white as snow, and she was in fact not crying.
"They're dead." She whispered, though it was loud enough for us to hear.
"Who's dead Rosie?" Charlie said as he kneeled in front of her.
"My parents." She replied.
"Rose what-" I began to ask her, but she covered my mouth with her hand while shaking her head.
"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to go to sleep." She said. I looked over at Charlie and he nodded. I didn't want her to be alone but Charlie told me it was alright. With only a "Night" from Rose she went to sleep.
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ROSE'S POV:
I hadn't left my bed for weeks. I reported ill and stayed back, just thinking. Thinking about their deads. There were some things I remembered from before I lived with my current family. I had a mum a dad, I had three uncles and I am almost certain I had a brother.
My mum was a redhead with shiny green eyes and the brightest smile. My dad was a man with wild black messy hair and hazel eyes, he used to wear glasses all the time. I only remembered two of my uncle's faces. I don't remember much, but I do remember that night.
My parents had been under a lot of stress recently, I didn't know why. While I was as sleep, my father woke me up. He had tears in his eyes and urged me to come with him. I did and he took me to my brother's nursery, he opened a vent on the floor and pushed me inside. He kissed my forehead as well as my mother and closed the vent shut.
"I love you, princess, make me proud." My dad said as he caressed me cheek. He kissed my mum, told her he loved her, and rushing out of the room. I was screaming for my mum, but she wouldn't hear me. There was a noise and I heard my mum beginning to cry, she looked over at the vent were I was hidden.
"I love you so much Rosie, take care of your brother for us." My mother said in between tears. I kept yelling for her, but there was a loud noise and door of the room swung open. A man with a black cloak pointed what I now know is a wand, before he started speaking to her, whatever the man offered to her she refused. She glanced quickly at me and then a bright green light struck her chest. She fell lifelessly to the ground, I couldn't even scream at that point. The man then struck the baby boy but something happened and the man disappeared. I tried to open the vent to wake her up, but it was impossible. Out of nowhere a man I recognized as my uncle, opened the vent and pulled me out. He had tears in his grey eyes.
"Let's go Rosie, come one." He said and we apparated to my now home.
"Where is mummy and daddy?" I remember asking him, he glanced down to me the tears now spilled over his cheek and he forced a smile on his face.
"The people inside there will take good care of you Rosie, they will be your new mummy and daddy. I will see you in a few days alright?" I remember him telling me, but he never came back.
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There was a knock in the door and I turned to look at Tonks by the door. I sat up straight and watched her in confusion.
"Charlie asked me to get you down." She told me with a sympathetic smile.
"I don't want to go down! If you could please communicate that to them, it would be wonderful." I told her angrily, my eyes turning red.
"Rose they are worried about you. So stop being an arse or so help me, i'll drag you down the stairs myself." Tonks said. I stayed put in my bed, next thing I know, Tonks is dragging me down the staircase. 'Damned quidditch players!" I thought, since I couldn't get away because of how strong she was.
"Tonks put me down!" I yelled furiously.
"No you stubborn witch!" She yelled back and I had to contain my laughter. She finally put me down. But to late, I was on the couch with the Weasleys in front of me.
"Locking yourself up in the dorm won't do any good Rose. So talk. What happened?" Asked Charlie. I looked at everyone there and sighed. I was pretty sure that neither Tonks or Percy knew I was adopted so it was going to come as a shock.
"As you know I was adopted when I was three." I paused and they all nodded. I took a deep breath and continued. "That means I remember my birth family. Not entirely but I remember them. There was one night when a dark wizard came into my home and hit my parents with a green light. My uncle got me out of there and took me to my adoptive parents. He said he would come back, but he never did. When I was younger I just thought that my parents were sick or something, and that was why they had to give me to someone else. When Charlie told me about how thestrals could only be seen by people who have seen death, it hit me. My parents were not traveling the world, or sick or any of those stories I made up in my head. They were dead, someone killed them."
FRED'S POV:
My uncle got me out of there and took me to my adoptive parents. He said he would come back, but he never did. When I was younger I just thought that my parents were sick or something, and that was why they had to give me to someone else. When Charlie told me about how thestrals could only be seen by people who have seen death, it hit me. My parents were not traveling the world, or sick or any of those stories I made up in my head. They were dead, someone killed them." Everyone in the our group looked shocked. We made sure the common room was empty so Rose could talk freely, but we never expected her to actually tell us everything.
Nobody made a sound, I was pretty sure Percy and George were about to break down crying. If I wasn't so shocked I would probably be crying myself. I looked over at her and there is not a single tear in her white eyes, when she spoke her voice was blank of any emotion. 'That's it!' I thought 'The white colour of her eyes must mean blank and void.' This realization only made me more sad, how could she feel void? I wanted to say something, but what do you say?
"I also had a brother." She stated when no one spoke. There is a mini Rose running around? Wait she said 'had', does that mean he died to?
"What was his name?" Tonks asked, Rose smiled a little.
"I don't know. I remember calling him 'Arry, but I doubt that is a name." She said, Rose looked a little more calmed now. But her eyes were still white.
"I'm sorry Rose." Charlie said. She quickly waved him off.
"Don't be Charlie. It wasn't your fault, sometimes things happen and you can't help them. I'm fine really. I just needed time to process." Rose told everyone. She smiled, her eyes were now grey.
"Let's go to dinner. I'm starving." Rose said as she grabbed mine and Georges arms, pulling us out of the common room.
"Rose, are you sure you're alright?" George asked her.
"Yes. I'm fine. Talking it out really does help." She said as she skipped to the great hall. George and I shared a questioning look with each other.
"If you need to talk more about it, you know you can talk to us right?" I asked Rose, hoping that there really was nothing else that was bothering her.
"I know, but the past is the past. I see no point on grieving nine years later." She said and she sat down in the table. She began to talk normally to everyone, and it look as if we had our Rosie back. But there was still something missing, and I didn't know what it was.