A feeling overwhelms me as I think of a garden filled with white roses, not cream in color but the brightest white I have ever seen, almost glowing in the night. On the inside cover of the book was a name. Cygnus Black II. Narcissa might be my only chance to find such a rare rose in such a short amount of time. The only thing I need to know is if I can trust her with the information that I am looking for one.