Issues [Sirius O. Black]✔

Prologue

Could you love a monster?
Rosa Grunewald knew she could. She loved and hated multiple monsters. She was born to love them, but taught herself to hate them.
Those monsters..
Are her family.

Born into a German family she had to battle with the resentment and at the same time unconditional love she felt for her parents.. for her grandparents. All purebred Germans and Wizards. All Nazis. She wanted to hate them. She really did. She wanted to hate her mother who had told her of the 'glory of the old days'. She wanted to hate her father who had raised her to be a 'proud German woman'. Beautiful and obedient, even going as far as to bleach her naturally brunette hair and charm her eyes to change color. She wanted to hate her grandparents who did nothing but tell cruel chatter of all the unworthy people they 'put out of their misery' by offering their services to the late Führer and giving the Nazis the power to kill hundreds and thousands of human beings through their magic.
She wanted to hate them all.. But she just couldn't help loving them still, in some sick, twisted way. After all.. They were all she had.
The Grunewald family had gone into hiding, trying to escape their rightful fate.

They had succeeded until the third of August, 1968.

Rosa had sat in the living room, trying to steady her rapidly beating heart when British aurors invaded the property and, after a short battle, disarmed and stunned the entire family clan. Everyone but Rosa.
Silently she sits at the dinner table and watches as her family is dragged away. Her hair, before bleach blonde, turns its original brunette color again, the blue eyes return to being green. "Bist du in Ordnung?*", one of the aurors asks her gently in very broken German. Instead of an answer Rosa's green eyes fill with tears and she clutches onto the unknown man, hugging him so tightly it seems as if she'd never let go.
She wanted to hate her family but she just couldn't help but love them still.

Instead of waiting for an answer or pushing her away the man simply lifts her up and immediately her arms wrap around his neck as her tears stain his well crafted wizarding robes.

Stepping outside she can hear the screams of her parents, her grandparents. "ROSA! MEINE LIEBE KLEINE ROSA! GEBT MIR MEIN KIND!!!*" The cries of her mother make her sob even more and her fingers dig into the dark robes. "Seid still! Seid endlich still!*", she whimpers into the fabric that muffles her words even more, but the man has heard her. Casting the silencing charm around them makes all the outside sound, all the outside screams and calls subside and only the cries of a little child remain.

First of January, 1971

Clutching the large hand of the man that had taken her in, the girl walks through Azkabans hallways. She had requested, no, insisted to come. This burden was hers to carry. The guilt was hers to feel. In front of the room, shut off from the rest of the prison by large metal plated doors she halts. "You don't have to do this, dear. You shouldn't have to see this. Let us go back home." The gentle and coaxing words are stopped by the small girl shaking her head. After squeezing the larger hand gently she opens the door and steps inside. The sticking patronus charm protects her as well as the fact there is little to no happiness remaining inside her little heart. She felt cold. She felt numb.
"Rosa. Mein gutes Mädchen. Mach Papa frei, ja?*" The insane desire to do anything to survive glimmers in her families eyes as they now all see her. She just stares wordlessly and pulls out a small doll from her pocket. A porcelain doll her grandmother had made her from an old button once upon a time. She squeezes it to her chest and stares on.
Dementors are heartless creatures. Mercyless. Preying on everyone they are set onto and everyone that dares stand in their way.
The girl cries soundlessly as they begin their work, their featureless faces against those of the people that shaped every part of her but her morality. Soundlessly she cries and without tears.
Their cries for her help get louder and more desperate as the dementors give them their final kisses. It was beautiful in a horrific, disturbing way. The soul is such a small thing. Such a small, fragile thing and always pure, no matter how tainted their hands were.
Lifeless bodies slam into the ground. No muscle moves to try and break the fall. Skulls shatter against cold, dark stone and the cries have subsided. The young girl looks at the four people before her, then the doll in her hands. With one angry scream she throws it against the wall, where it shatters into hundreds of little shards. The last remaining memory of who she was once shattering like the bridge between her nightmares and reality.
She loved and hated herself, for she too was a monster. After all..

She had just killed 4 people.

Silently she steps outside into the corridor and takes the large hand offered to her. "I have the adoption forms ready. And the ministry granted you a new name. Do you have an idea what you'd like to be named?"
She looks up at the kind brown eyes in the chestnut locks framed face. "Dolly. Dolly Rose Wicker."

Translation sheet:
Bist du in Ordnung?
-Are you okay?

ROSA! MEINE LIEBE KLEINE ROSA! GEBT MIR MEIN KIND!!!
-Rosa! My dear little Rosa! Give me my child!

Seid still! Seid endlich still!
-Shut up! Finally shut up!

Rosa. Mein gutes Mädchen. Mach Papa frei, ja?
-Rosa. My good girl. Free dad, yes?