Name: Rosalie Jill Black

Born: 1980

Blood Status: Pure-blood. Labeled as a blood-traitor, since she doesn't judge by blood purity.

Martial: Single

Also Known As: Rose (by friends and family), Black (surname) (by the Slytherins)

Species: Human (Witch)

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 2"

Hair Color: Black original

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: White (pale-ish)

Parents: Jullian Williams (mother, deceased), Sirius Black (father)

Aunts/Uncles: Regulus Black (uncle, deceased), Alethea Roberts [nee Williams] (aunt), Zach Roberts (uncle), one unnamed aunt [mother's side] (deceased)

Grandparents: Orion Black (grandfather, deceased), Walburga Black (grandmother, deceased), unnamed grandparents [mother's parents] (deceased)

Cousins: Jeremy, Joan, Dominic, Ryan, Andy, Tyler

Second Cousins: Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy

Best Friend(s): Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Friends: Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Fred & George Weasley, etc. (Gryffindors)

Enemies: Draco Malfoy & his gang, other Slytherins

Fear(s): Dementors; Losing Taylor or her friends; Losing family

Wand: Firwood, 11 1/2 inches, Dragon heartstring

House: Gryffindor

Occupation: Student

Loyalty: Williams family, Roberts family, Lupin family, Weasley family, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Personality: Fiesty and somewhat carefree. Can be mischevious at times. A nice, sweet girl (to her friends, that is). She has her dad's personality, pretty much.

I couldn't believe it. Not one bit.

I was reading the Daily Prophet. It took me by surprise that he was on the front page.

MASS MURDERER FROM AZKABAN ESCAPES

Mass Murderer, Sirius Black Escapes by Rita Skeeter.

Oh Merlin... What does this whore has to say about my father now?

It seems like the dementors can't keep mass-murderer Sirius Black out of the cold stone walls of Azkaban Prison. The Ministry officals are baffled by clues on how Black escaped, and it seems he did no struggle of escaping, either. The escapee didn't damage the prison at all, the people there are saying.
Black has been in prison for tweleve years for murdering tweleve muggles and the murder of Peter Pettigrew quickly after He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named's downfall. Rumours are that he was You-Know-Who's right hand man and a Death Eater, -

Oh, really? I can't believe you figured it all out, Skeeter. Good job. I thought bitterly. If my father was his right hand man, then he would've been a Death Eater, you dumb bitch.

I continued to read her article.

- but this was never confirmed. It is likely that he used dark magic to escape.

I rolled my eyes at this.

"Would you like anything, Miss. Black?" Tom, the bartender asked.

"Uh... a butterbeer would be alright." I shrugged.

"It'll be ready." he said with a toothless grin.

When I was about to read more of my article. My stupid brother popped out of nowhere, scaring the living hell out of me.

"Having a wonderful day,Rose?" I heard Cedric Diggory's voice.

"I scared you good, didn't I?" my brother Taylor asked.

"Yes, now what do you want?" I asked. Taylor's my brother. Actually, half-brother. Our mother had him before me, and before she was with my dad. Don't ask, becauase I have no clue how my idiot brother (just kidding, he's actually smart) was... you know, concieved...

I do miss Taylor, though. While I live with Remus Lupin, the best guardian ever, he lived with our aunt, uncle and our six cousins.

And Cedric Diggory? He's Taylor's best friend, despite the different housing. I'm close friends with Cedric, too. He's like another brother to me.

"But you didn't answer Diggory's question." he pointed out.

I groaned. "I'm good, Cedric. Thanks for asking." I said.

"Can you believe this?" Cedric asked, pointing to my father's picture on the front page of the Daily Prophet. He looked insane (my father), screaming like it was the end of time.

"I'm leaving, valere." Taylor said. [Valere means 'goodbye' in Latin.] "Meet you later, Diggory?"

"Sure." he nodded. He watched my brother walk out, then turned to me.

"You're not related to him, are you?" Cedirc asked, pointing his finger to the picture of my father.

"Haha, no." I said. "I mean, me, related to a crazy, insane person? Nah, I don't think so."

As much as I love my father (even though I barley know him), it hurts a little to say that. I mean, the less who knew, the better I guess I could say. Excluding Lupin and Taylor, the professors at Hogwarts knows who my father is. Snape would give me detention a lot with Harry (and Ron, too.) since he's always telling me, "You're just like your arrogant father." and something usaully like, "Mischevious, Black? Like father, like daughter. Ten points from Gryffindor and a dentention for your trouble-making skills."

I'm not going to be hard on the guy. I mean, my dad was hard on him (with Harry's father). He says that Harry and I are alike our fathers when we were they're age, and so does Dumbledore, but not so, harshly I guess you could say.

Which I'm getting off topic now, thanks Cedric.

Oh, that reminds me. My dad may seem, insane (as shown in the picture), but deep down, I know he's sane, just like the rest of us. Which also why not a lot of people know about me and him... they'd think I'm insane like him. But really, he's sane just like the rest of us, I can feel it. And also, me might be innocent...

"I think you're insane, but whatever you say, love." Cedric brought me back together.

"Hey, where's your fangirl, Cho, I mean. Taylor told me that she's been following you around a lot... lately."

"What? She's not my fangirl... We're just... friends." he trailed.

"I think you're insane, but whatever you say, love." I mimicked him.

He sighed. "Well I should get going, see you later, little Rosie."

"Whatever you say. Nice seeing you again." I smiled at my big surrogate brother, who walked off, catching up with Taylor, who was probably really watching us the whole entire time.

I just concetrating on a spot, until I felt something scratching against my leg.

I looked down and saw a fat ginger cat. Then I looked up and saw Scabbers, one of my best friend's, Ron Weasley's rat running across the table.

"Crookshanks! No!" I heard a high voice.

"So, this is the famous Crookshanks I've heard about, Granger?" I asked my best friend, Hermione Granger, who was a few yards away with Ron. I was holding on to Crookshanks so he wouldn't eat up Scabbers, we were wrestling (the cat and I).

"Oh God, I'm sorry Rose!" Hermione quickly apologized, as I handed her back her cat. I saw the blood on my hand, the cat must've scratched me and I didn't feel it.

"Psh, don't be. I'm a alright." I assured her.

"It wouldn't have happened if you kept that cat under control!" Ron spat at Hermione, holding Scabbers.

Here we go. Those two were fighting.

"He's a cat Ronald, what do you expect?" Hermione shot back.

Then I noticed behind them, a boy. He had green eyes, jet black hair and had glasses on.

"Harry!" I shouted, smiling.

The future couple (Ron and Hermione) turned around. "Harry!" they followed.

I went up to my best friend and gave him a big hug. I missed him.

"Oh Merlin, I missed you Rosalie!" Harry smiled.

"Harry, we heard what happened." Hermione said, worrying after I pulled back from him.

Ron and I started to laugh. "That was brilliant, mate." Ron gasped.

"Probably the best thing you've ever done... that wasn't dangerous." I added, grinning.

"Right, well, you guys, Ronald and I are going to get our school supplies, do you want to tag along?" Hermioned asked us.

I looked at Harry, knowing that he has gotten all of his stuff, just be looking at him.

"Plus, I'm getting Scabbers checked out, he hasn't been feeling to well." Ron added sadly.

"Sure, there isn't anything else to do." I shrugged. Harry nodded.

"Crookshanks, go upstairs and... stay there with Deliverence, alright?" she told Crookshanks.

Deliverence was my cat. She was a small cat, with creamish color fur and had a triquetra on her collar.

After that was settled, we went to the vet. The lady suggested that Scabbers might be... dying or something, since of old age. A regluar life for a rat is three years, I think... but the rat has been in the Weasley family for twelve. Strange and mysterious to me.

I'm glad to be back with my best friends.