Summary: Rosalynn Potter had no idea she was a witch until Hagrid told her. Now, the young eleven year old must venture to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry to learn magic. But things become very dangerous for Miss. Potter very fast. Eventual Rosalynn X Snape (by third i'll get it all set up.)

Rosalynn Potter sat quietly at the table, finishing off a piece of bread that she used to eat the last of her soup with. Hagrid sat close to her. He was even quieter than she was which she found rather odd. She also found it odd that no more than a few hours ago that he burst into the hideous little shack her uncle moved them into and then sat down and told her that she was a witch. However, Rose was just thrilled to be shot of the Dursley's, no matter how temporary it was. So she simply got up and left with him.

To any of her neighbors, she and Hagrid might have made a rather odd pair. He was a grown man with a red face who was well beyond the height and weight of any normal man. His hair was tangled and straw-like and she couldn't help but make the connection between his name and the word 'haggard'. She was, on the other hand, very small. She was barely 4'10 and was only 95 pounds. And while they both had dark hair, his was more like the color of coal while hers was a warm chestnut color.

Hagrid had remarked how odd that was, stating that neither of her parents had brown hair, her father had black hair and her mother was a red-head. But he reasoned that she looked like her grandmother more than her father and left it at that.

"You know who killed my parents, Hagrid." She said rather bluntly, "I know you do." He looked at her, his face unreadable beneath his scraggly beard. But his eyes were cautious, as if saying the wrong thing could have been the end of the world.

"Ya have to understand this Rose 'cause it's very important: Not all wizards are good. Years ago there was a wizard who went as bad as ya can go. His name was V-"

"W-well maybe if you wrote it down-?"

Hagrid sighed, "I can't spell it." He hesitated for a moment, looking down at the scoffed up table top. "His name is Voldemort." His voice was low and maybe a tad scarred. She repeated the name just a bit louder earning her a 'shh!' from Hagrid. She bit her lip and raised her hands in a mock apology. She kept her eyes trained on him as he began to tell her the story. Her parents had been fighting against Voldemort for years. One night, when Rose was only a year old, he broke into her home. He killed her father then made his way to Rose's room and killed her mother. When he tried to kill Rose, something happened and he vanished.

"What happened to him?" she asked. She didn't know how to react initially. Her aunt and uncle had told her a different story for years. According to them, they had been coming home Halloween night from a friend's house. They were tired and it was very dark. As they were driving, a drunk driver had slammed into their car, killing her father instantly. Her mother died in surgery and Rose was lucky enough to escape with a minor scar on her chest.

Now to know someone personally killed her parents and tried to kill her. There once existed a man so evil and so cruel that he killed young parents and would have killed her. He'd have done so and lost no sleep over it. That disgusted her.

Hagrid seemed to regain his composure a bit. "Well, some say he died. Coswallop if you ask me. No, I reckon he's still out there, too tired to carry on." He rested his arms on the table. So that's why she was famous. She managed to survive a killing curse and people thought that it ended up killing Voldemort. 'Well,' Rose thought, 'this might be an interesting year after all'

"Platform 9 ¾…" Rosalynn murmured. "Where the… hell is it?" she pushed her cart around the station and earning a few odd looks. Whether it was because she was alone, she had a snowy owl or both, she didn't know. She was about to just give up when a family of gingers making their way towards her. The mother mentioned platform 9 ¾ and that was all Rose needed to hear. She quickened her steps and gently called for the woman.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, ma'am?" The mother came to a stop and looked at Rose. She was a round woman with choppy red curls. Her clothes were clean but worn in and maybe a little older than what other women would wear. She had very kind eyes and a warm, inviting smile.

"Yes dear? Is everything all right?"

"Um... well, you mentioned platform 9 ¾ and-"

"You were wondering how to get to the platform." She said. "It's quite all right dear. It's Ron's first year at Hogwarts as well." She gestured to the youngest of four boys. He had a mop of red hair and a plethora of freckles against a pasty white canvas. He had a nervous grin and he waved shyly. She took note of the other kids. The oldest was a boy who looked like his mum. His hair was curly like his mum's but not overly so. He wore a simple grey pant and greenish sweater. Then there were two twin boys with straight red hair. Their sweaters were both a light grey..

The twins were pretty good looking actually. The twin closest to the young boy spoke in a joking tone. "Don't mind Ron."

"Yes, please do forgive him." The other twin cut in.

"He's not used to girls you see."

"Shut up you two!" the boy said. His face had turned a bright fuchsia, making his freckles very noticeable. The mother swatted him on the arm and the other laughed.

"Now go on Fred."

"He's not Fred, I am."

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."

"Oh, I'm sorry George."

He began to walk towards the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10 then stopped. "I'm only joking. I am Fred." He winked at Rose then disappeared between the brick wall. This made Rose jump back a bit.

"Did he-? He just-!" she was at a loss for words. The other two boys, George and the guy with the curly hair, followed suit and disappeared.

"You see, just head straight through the wall and you'll end up on the platform. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous.'

A little girl, maybe a year younger than Rose, looked at her. "Good luck." She chirped then melted back into her mother's side.

'I must be out of my damn mind.' she thought immediately. She turned to the wall and surged forward. Her last thought before she went through the wall was, 'Yup, I'm out of my damn mind.'