The Black Rose

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Chapter 6: A Black Rose Revealed

-Mid Sixth Year-

Dumbledore had spent many weeks looking for the locket he thought to be a horcrux. He soon discovered that there was possibly more to Regulus Black than he thought. After searching for memories of his murder, Dumbledore found he was not just disposed of by the Death Eaters. Regulus had discovered the horcruxes then and sought to destroy them. Becoming hopeful, Dumbledore looked into the matter further discovering that Regulus had angered the Dark Lord terribly. Doubtful, Dumbledore guessed this may have been Regulus finding a horcrux. In a final memory, he discovered Regulus fathered a child, the mother fleeing the country desperately before he was murdered by a furious Voldemort.

This led him to search for the woman who may know more of Regulus's search for the horcruxes. Dumbledore followed her path to the city of New York. Eventually this led him to Roslyn.

As Dumbledore stood outside of the Manhattan apartment, he questioned whether or not he made a mistake. He knocked on the door. Soon a young woman answered the door. Instantly, Dumbledore recognized her, she was indeed Regulus's daughter. Not letting her become aware that he knew who she was, Dumbledore asked, "Is there a Roslyn Adure here?"

Roslyn was quite suspicious of him and said, "Yes, may I ask your business with her?"

"Of course, I am looking for an artifact I long ago misplaced, I was hoping she could help me find it," Dumbledore said slightly twisting the story.

Roslyn studied him as she let out a sigh, "What can I help you with?" she asked stepping aside allowing him to enter.

"Mrs. Adure, do you feel there is something you wish to tell me?"

Roslyn looked taken aback, "Who are you?" she demanded.

"I am Professor Dumbledore. Miss Adure, you are a witch are you not," he said.

Roslyn slowly walked to the table and picked up a vase as a single black rose appeared in it.

"You tell me," she said.

Dumbledore smiled, "I believe you may be interested in attending my school. I would've invited you sooner, had I known you were here.

Now, do you have any artifact that you have had in possession since birth Roslyn, or something you have misplaced that you had from before?"

Roslyn looked at him curiously and shook her head, "not that I know of." The locket she wore did not enter her mind.

Looking slightly let down, Dumbledore whispered, "I didn't think so."

He glanced at Roslyn, "If he knew this girl lived..." Dumbledore let the idea slip away...he would not find out soon.

"You will receive a letter this summer of your enrollment at Hogwarts, I trust you can find your way to England?" he asked her.

She nodded looking at him, "Are you telling me there are more of us...a school for us..."

Dumbledore smiled as he waved his wand and a pile of books appeared on her table." You are an exceptional witch Roslyn, do read and become acquatinted with our world, I believe you will be fine joining others your age at Hogwarts...especially now..." Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore knew the school was likely to be there simply as a safe haven for students as the War escalates... classes would be somewhat in disarray ... but she would find her place.

"Well then, I must go, I hope your journey goes well. Goodbye for now Miss Adure."

And he was gone.

"So the Black family lives on," Dumbledore mumbled in his office, contemplating the idea.

Then Dumbledore continued the search for the horcrux, leading him to the Cave.
Roslyn's mother, Arianna, had been forced into hiding when Regulus was murdered. Her love for him changed him, he died trying to be everything he could for her. She held the locket he had given her, knowing it was a dark object, she was desperate to get away before they were found. No one knew what had happened to her, just that she vanished, most believed her murdered by the dark side.

Just after giving birth to Roslyn, she died, leaving her only possession, the locket to her daughter. Roslyn was alone in a world she didn't belong, across and ocean from her home. Roslyn was given the surname, Adure, by the woman who cared for her. Soon, however, she was transferred to the Manhattan Agency. Her childhood was hard. She scared everyone by the strange things she could do. Roslyn never grew fond of anyone. She knew she was different but didn't understand it. Soon, however, she learned to do many things by focusing her mind.

As Roslyn grew, she advanced. At 16, she filed to become an emancipated minor and won. As beautiful and intelligent as she was, Roslyn tended to lean to the darker side of the city. She earned her money by adoring the arms of wealthy gentlemen, never once warming their beds. She was a deadly tease but simply had too much pride to become a common whore. She simply instilled a false memory so get her money, not actually sleeping with them. She felt out of place, and knew that she was. Even with the darkness surrounding her, she felt inclined to help those in need, especially those who reminded her of herself as a child.

She anxiously read the books left to her and awaited her letter from this school. Like Dumbledore had said, it came, and Roslyn was ready. She found herself at King's Cross-Station with no idea who she really was.


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