The Rose Of My Life
written by SarahAuror23
Imagine if Draco Malfoy had another cousin besides Nymphadora Tonks? She is a Malfoy but there is something else in her life she did not know. Her father is not her biological father but she had no idea on who is her real father.
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05/31/21
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Rose's past part 1
Chapter 17
(Elizabeth's dreaming about her past)
I remembered it as clear as the day. I was walking down the garden behind our Manor. I stand under a wisteria tree; admiring its' beauty. I was 7. I'm still too short to reach the flower. And besides that, the branch is too soft and it easily breaks. Suddenly, a voice called. My sister. Amelia Forsythia Malfoy. I called her Sythia. I looked at her. She is 4 years older than me. For her age, she is really beautiful. Especially her platinum blonde hair and her blue eyes. Not to mention her full pink lips. She made guys go crazy for her. She said, "Are you trying to reach the flower?" I nodded. She lifted me and put me onto her shoulder so that I could touch the delicate petals of the flower. I was literally delighted. Unlike her, I'm like the younger, mirrored version of my mother. I have the same emerald green eyes, the same lips and.... the same black hair. Except my mother's hair has a few white strands that she had since she is borned. People often make fun of me since my pale complexion made me looked like I was sick. It didn't go well with my black hair and emerald green eyes. They stand out too much, making me look kind of weird. Suddenly, a voice called. Well, more like yelling. I know that voice damn well. It was my father's. When did he even got home? He's always drunk. "What are you two doing out there?! Come back in this instance!!" He yelled for what seems can be heard from miles. We swallowed hard on our throat and run quickly towards the back door that leads straight to the kitchen. "What the hell have you two been doing all day?! Have you done the laundry?!" He asked my sister. "Y-yes.." She answered. She's scared of him. "And you! Have you tidied the house?!" He asked me. "Yes." I answered. I rarely stutter in front of him. "Then, go and cook lunch with your bloody mother!" We quickly went to the kitchen. I rolled up my sleeves and tied my hair in a loose ponytail. My sister did the same, except that she tied her hair in a neat bun using her pink butterfly hairclip. Mother's hairclip is blue. Mine is purple. I used to have it, but it was destroyed during an attempt to save myself from my father. Yes, he is an abusive,drunk man. What a perfect combination to crush two young girls and a woman's life! Unlike my father, my mother is the complete opposite. She is a kind, sweet,gentle and furthermore. I've always admired her. She is resilient and strong, as shown when she will always stood up when we got hit or caned. But, she has always suffer. She married a man she didn't love because she don't want to lose her family. Like Andromeda. Futhermore, she's sick. She's been holding her disease for what seems to be years. She will always cough out blood and pass out. We will always be there for each other and today, a guest will be arriving. Mother said it's her younger sister, Narcissa and her family who will be paying us a visit for 3 days. That's why Father is so nosy about us tidying the house and all. We never complaint, though. We were all terrified of him. He earned a living by selling our blood. Yes, that's right. He's not loaded. He will always take our blood and put them in small vials to be sold as medical substance; so he said. By noon, we are done cooking. Mother told us that they will be arriving. So we need to dress up. Know why we need to do everything? Because we didn't have any house elves. I know right? Seems ridiculous to do everything on our own in this big, old manor. I made my way to the room I shared with Sythia.
I remembered it as clear as the day. I was walking down the garden behind our Manor. I stand under a wisteria tree; admiring its' beauty. I was 7. I'm still too short to reach the flower. And besides that, the branch is too soft and it easily breaks. Suddenly, a voice called. My sister. Amelia Forsythia Malfoy. I called her Sythia. I looked at her. She is 4 years older than me. For her age, she is really beautiful. Especially her platinum blonde hair and her blue eyes. Not to mention her full pink lips. She made guys go crazy for her. She said, "Are you trying to reach the flower?" I nodded. She lifted me and put me onto her shoulder so that I could touch the delicate petals of the flower. I was literally delighted. Unlike her, I'm like the younger, mirrored version of my mother. I have the same emerald green eyes, the same lips and.... the same black hair. Except my mother's hair has a few white strands that she had since she is borned. People often make fun of me since my pale complexion made me looked like I was sick. It didn't go well with my black hair and emerald green eyes. They stand out too much, making me look kind of weird. Suddenly, a voice called. Well, more like yelling. I know that voice damn well. It was my father's. When did he even got home? He's always drunk. "What are you two doing out there?! Come back in this instance!!" He yelled for what seems can be heard from miles. We swallowed hard on our throat and run quickly towards the back door that leads straight to the kitchen. "What the hell have you two been doing all day?! Have you done the laundry?!" He asked my sister. "Y-yes.." She answered. She's scared of him. "And you! Have you tidied the house?!" He asked me. "Yes." I answered. I rarely stutter in front of him. "Then, go and cook lunch with your bloody mother!" We quickly went to the kitchen. I rolled up my sleeves and tied my hair in a loose ponytail. My sister did the same, except that she tied her hair in a neat bun using her pink butterfly hairclip. Mother's hairclip is blue. Mine is purple. I used to have it, but it was destroyed during an attempt to save myself from my father. Yes, he is an abusive,drunk man. What a perfect combination to crush two young girls and a woman's life! Unlike my father, my mother is the complete opposite. She is a kind, sweet,gentle and furthermore. I've always admired her. She is resilient and strong, as shown when she will always stood up when we got hit or caned. But, she has always suffer. She married a man she didn't love because she don't want to lose her family. Like Andromeda. Futhermore, she's sick. She's been holding her disease for what seems to be years. She will always cough out blood and pass out. We will always be there for each other and today, a guest will be arriving. Mother said it's her younger sister, Narcissa and her family who will be paying us a visit for 3 days. That's why Father is so nosy about us tidying the house and all. We never complaint, though. We were all terrified of him. He earned a living by selling our blood. Yes, that's right. He's not loaded. He will always take our blood and put them in small vials to be sold as medical substance; so he said. By noon, we are done cooking. Mother told us that they will be arriving. So we need to dress up. Know why we need to do everything? Because we didn't have any house elves. I know right? Seems ridiculous to do everything on our own in this big, old manor. I made my way to the room I shared with Sythia.
