(DUMBLEDORE)
Four Years... Four Years since I lost track of the Girl-Who-Lived. Nothing he'd done could track her when most of the tracking spells went dead, only a few indicating she was still alive. This be my only shot at getting her back where she belongs. The Goblet of Fire is said to summon Contestants who are Registered to compete from wherever they hide. While not putting her name himself 'Don't want the Ancient magics to latch onto Me. Still need to plan for the Greater Good and I can't do that if I Risk my Magic' , he'd jump the opportunity when another force did it for him. As the Goblet flared and Spat out a FOURTH Name, he anticipated her return as he read out (ignoring the fact her name seem to switch between Potter and Jones).
"Rosaline Potter!"
The Great hall fell to silence. That Name hadn't been heard ever since The-Girl-Who-Lived failed to show up at Hogwarts 4 years ago. The fact it popped out the Goblet NOW-
The Goblet erupted into Flame; the enchantments flaring to summon the signed contestant, pulling from the Ether, to bring It's contestant forth. Dumbledore, alongside other professors leaned back as the Flames suddenly enveloped into STEAM, blocking EVERYONE'S SIGHT! With a wave of the Elder wand to push the steam away, Dumble finally cleared the mist... to a sight most confusing.
Here stood, kneeling on the ground, a woman. Blackish-grey hair, matted and drenched; by sweat or water remains to be seen. Dark Bluish-black Bustier tightly wrapped round white clothed shirt, extenuating her curves as she rises. Tattered, faded red shorts drip onto the cobblestone floor, clinging tightly to her backside as she finally stands tall. A polished Blade sits lightly swinging on her hip, the metal shining in Ethereal light. As the Figure's head tilts up, glancing around before settling onto the Hightable, Emerald Green eyes Lock onto the adults at the table in a glare as her voice snarled, "Where in the Dubh-Dhubh am I; and who's the Gu gruamach Bilgerat who SUMMONED ME HERE!?!"
(Flashback- age 5: Rosaline)
Shivering under the tree, I Huddle into a ball as the storm batters me in rain throughout the night. Uncle Vernon was Angered that I gave Dudley the slip and locked me outside for the night. Why? Why must I suffer? What am I doing wrong? As thunder cracked I wished that I was just gone from here. Away from this suffering. Amidst the cracking thunder, I find myself in a dark room. A Salty smell lingering in the air as I suddenly find many menacing eyes lock onto me. Panic enveloping me as monsterous figures loom closer, conversation muffled by my fright as I feared my end.
"What are you Bilgerats gathering here for, I thought I told youse to-"
A figure most peturbing stands above me now as the other figures seem to scamper back a bit, Pale green in the lighting i can see... with a face and mouth seemingly of tentacles and a crab-claw for a left arm. "Why, Hello there Caileag Bheag... You don't belong here. Where in Poseidens name did you come from?" Gaze intense, I gulped as I forced out an answer, fearing what he'd do to me if I dawddled. "I-I don't know. I don't know why I'm here." Silence ensues, pittering sound of rain hitting the wood around as he looks me over. His Steely Gaze Measuring my worth. "The Weight of your Soul not be Dark enough to warrent punishment of the Flying Dutchman. And I can still sense your Life-force, so you're not Dead. Most Curious..." Author's note: Is all that my muse can think of clearly. Small blurbs of detail is all that comes clearly from my head, and I highly doubt this be really that interesting if I write disjointedly. If anyone wants to write this in a better format, I'd be welcome to hand this off. Don't think I'd ever decipher the Muse's ramblings who'd compare to the Divinity teacher's sherry-laden scented room.