Alone. That's how Rosabella felt. Harry was gone. Hunting Horcrux's along with Hermione and Ron. Rosabella was left as Hogwarts sole defender. Battling the Carrows and protecting the students of Hogwarts. While Harry fought the war out there, she wo...
Rosabella's Point of View: Black Manor had never been so quiet. The usual laughter that filled the halls was replaced with eerie silence. The usual thundering foot steps as my brothers and I chased after each other around the house. Usually one of us would of stolen someone else's stuff and they would chase us to get it back. There were no occasional shout of surprise as one of us would of usually jumped out from one of the passageways to scare the others. Everything was silent. Empty. Only the occasional sound of Roseanna's crying filled the house, like it was now.
I started to walk towards Roseanna's nursery, with Winter walking by my side, knowing I would find who I was looking for there. I had kept to myself since we came back from Hogwarts. I couldn't bare to be in the same room as Fiona or Roseanna. The guilt of Lucas's death weighing down on me. The shame of my own weakness on the night Lucas died. But I couldn't avoid this any longer. I owed Fiona more then this. I arrived outside Roseanna's room. I took a deep breath and entered the room.
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Fiona was swaying with a crying Roseanna.
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Fiona gave me a sad smile as she saw me enter. Roseanna smiled despite the tears streaming down her face. It was hard to believe that Roseanna was one years old now. "Sorry. Did she wake you?" Fiona said as she wiped away the stray tears that escaped her eyes. "No I was wake. I just . . . want to talk to you." I said in a shakey voice. Fiona placed a now sleepy Roseanna in her cot and placing the bottles of half drunk milk on the window sill. Roseanna didn't have formula milk anymore but she know drank normal milk warmed up. It calmed her. Fiona gave me a sad, kind smile and she gestured for me to follow her.
