WARNING: OOC Rose Weasley


I was always the girl behind the curtain, the girl who hid her face in her hair, the girl who was like an open book for everyone to read, the girl who was labelled as the loser, and the girl who was supposed to fall in love with the good guy and yet fell in love with the biggest jerk. But this year, everything's going to change. A lot.

Chapter 1

I am Rose Nymphadora Weasley, the first born of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. People say I look a lot like my mother, including her brains for that matter, except my curly auburn red hair that fell on my shoulders and the twinkle in my eye that says I'm trouble. But, I was not like the other Weasleys; they were all loud, fun, out-going, friendly, confident, beautiful, handsome, and brave, while I was the quiet, shy, bookish, and ugly Rose.

As you probably already know, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley are the best of friends of The Harry Potter. They are the Golden Trio, the people who saved us all from the wrath of Voldemort. Because of this, people treat the Weasleys and Potters differently. Our family was often featured in The Daily Prophet. People stare, or sometimes even bow to us when we pass by. My parents told us to just greet them and smile. But I didn't like the attention, at all. I didn't like that people made friends with me because I was the daughter of their heroes. I didn't like that they expect me to be as great as my family. I didn't like that I actually didn't like this at all. I loved my family. I could have never asked for more. They were perfect. They understood me.

I remember when I first left for Hogwarts.

"I love you, Rosie. Take care of yourself. We'll always be here for you." My mother whispered in my ear as I hugged her goodbye.

"Rosie, I know you'll make us proud! I love you." My father said, who was grinning at me.

Suddenly, my father froze as he stared at something behind me. I turned to look and saw the most beautiful family. The man was pale and had gray eyes; he looked young to be a father. He also looked happy, but you can also see the sadness in his eyes. The woman, whom I think was his wife, was lovely. Their son was also rather charming. He had pale skin like his father, blue-gray eyes that looked cold and distant, and beautiful blond hair.

"What's wrong, Dad?" I asked my father, who was looking at me wide-eyed.

"Rosie, you have to beat that kid in every test, okay?" My father joked.

I smiled, as my mother hit him on the head.

"Ow! I was only kidding for Merlin's sake!" My father yelled, while he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't take it seriously, Rosie. Just do your best." My mother smiled at me thoughtfully.

"I love you, Mom and Dad. I'll miss you." I whispered as we said our final goodbyes.

They both kissed my forehead and waved goodbye as I went on the train.

I looked for Albus Potter, the second son of Uncle Harry. He was my best friend; I told him everything. He had jet-black hair, and beautiful green eyes that I knew would make girls in Hogwarts chasing after him. We were of the same age, but were total opposites. He loved making friends, playing Quidditch, parties and pranks.

I found him on the last compartment with James and Fred talking animatedly with him.

"Albus, I have been looking for you." I said, as I sat beside him.

"Sorry, Rosie." Albus whispered.

I smiled.

Albus and I were sorted into different houses, he was sorted in Slytherin (well, he was cunning and a natural prankster) and I in Gryffindor. The pale, blond boy who was Scorpius Malfoy was sorted in Slytherin.

As time flew by, Scorpius became evident. He started bullying me. He hurt me with his words; he made fun of me. Albus and I started to drift apart; we still talked but not like before. Scorpius constantly fought with Albus and me.

Even though, Scorpius hurt me- I fell for him. I fancied him. I don't know, maybe because even when he constantly hurt me, I knew he didn't mean it. I can see the sadness in his eyes even when he laughed with his Slytherin friends.

During 5th year, Scorpius heard that I fancied him, and he used it to hurt me more. He said words that I would never, ever forget for they left a cut deep in my heart.

'Why would I ever date someone like you, Weasley? I can't even imagine who would want to date someone as ugly as you.'

I will never forget his face as he said that; it had pure disgust and hatred all over his face. I was revolted, and shocked; he never hurt me that much before. I was suddenly overcome with thoughts that maybe he was serious when he teased my appearance, and attitude. Realizing that, I cried. A lot.

Suddenly, I became the girl who hid behind the curtain, the girl who hid her face in her hair, the girl who was like an open book for everyone to read, the girl who was labelled as the loser, and the girl who was supposed to fall in love with the good guy and yet fell in love with the biggest jerk.

This was what I wanted, right? For people not to treat me differently just because I was the daughter of Hermione and Ron Weasley. I wanted this, because I would rather be a friendless loser than have a lot of friends who secretly hate me.

Scorpius and his friends continued to hurt me emotionally. I continued to ignore them and be the strong, shy yet the most brilliant witch in Hogwarts. My professors loved me. The paintings talked to me, while my cousins took care of me.

I was in 6th year and all was well when Scorpius suddenly asked me on a date. I was dumbstruck; I froze. But I said yes and he smiled.

The next day, he took me to Hogsmeade. We were having a great time, and I thought we were going to be friends. He bought me sweets and we walked around, ignoring the people staring at us. The day flew by too fast for my liking, I even saw him looking disappointed that we had to get back. When he walked me to the Gryffindor Common Room, he kissed me goodbye. I was shocked; I stood there frozen and just staring at his retreating form.

I spent days looking for him to talk about it but he ignored me. I was utterly confused.

Until one day, I finally caught up with him and asked him what was wrong. He looked at me as if I was dirt and yelled in front of everyone in the Great Hall:

'As if I would really date you, Weasley. It was a joke. Don't you get it? I have been ignoring you so that there was no need for me to tell you the truth and be made fun of but you asked for it. So there you have it!'

I stood there like a statue, just staring at him in pure disbelief. I couldn't believe it. I actually thought he might like me. I continued to stand there and stare at him as my cousins stood up and tried to hex Scorpius into oblivion until I yelled them to stop.

"Stop!" I yelled.

My family stopped, and looked at me in shock. I never yelled. Everyone was staring at me now, even the professors while Scorpius just stood there, smirking at me. I can hear other people chuckling as if this was so funny. As if hurting me was this fun.

I stared at Scorpius with pure hatred etched on my face.

"I can't believe this." I muttered, as tears threatened to flow from my eyes.

"Well, believe it Weasley." Scorpius said, as he smirked at me.

So, I did the only thing I could think of and hexed him with a body-binding spell and I punched him in face.

"I hate you!" I yelled, and kicked him in the groin.

I stared at Scorpius who had a bleeding nose and was staring at me in shock. I looked at my family and saw them staring and looking proudly at me too. I looked at my fellow students and professors, and saw them staring at me too. So, I ran. I ran away, from all the stares given by the students and smiles given to me by my family, to my room.

I cried all night after that. My cousins tried to open the door and comfort me, but I wouldn't budge. They told me it was okay, and that he deserved it. That's when I thought how much I wanted to change, how much I wanted to make the people who hurt me beg for forgiveness.

I finally went out of my room.

Throughout the school year I never spoke to anyone. I wouldn't even answer any of the professors' questions when they called my attention; I was like a living statue or robot. I still got full marks on my exams. My cousins were worried; they owled my parents and told them of my behaviour. I told them I was fine and smiled. They didn't believe me but they trusted me. They knew I had everything under control.

For the duration of summer, I started my plan. I received my Head Girl badge, and prepared myself. I talked to my family a lot now. They noticed the changes in me, the way I dressed, the way I smiled, the way I spoke, everything. They didn't ask me about it and still accepted me; my family gazed at me fondly. Like they knew that I was trying to change.

I can't wait for Scorpius and his friends to see me.

I smirked.

Summer has finally ended and 7th year has begun.

I bid my parents good bye and started toward the train, ignoring all the stares I got and willing myself not to run away.

And as I set foot on the train, everyone who saw me gasped and stared at me like I was some three-headed dog.


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