DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS (So I don't have to type it over and over again. ^_^!):

I DO NOT own Harry Potter in any way. J.K. Rowling own it, m'kay? I know Disclaimers aren't often needed (People aren't dumb _), but they (By they, I mean other writers) do it so- as they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. ^^ Okay- enough talking and more reading. Yeah.

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The chilly winter winds were almost freezing her to death. Why she just can't spend Christmas break at Privet Drive was beyond her. She wrapped her cloak around her tightly as her feeble attempts to close the car window earned her a glare from her overweight father Dudley. The car stopped suddenly and there they are- in front of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. A magical house, it is. Dudley took out her suitcase on the sidewalk and she had to wait for her Uncle Harry to come out. The door creaked open just as her father entered the small car, which creaked under his weight. James Potter came into view, hopping down the front steps and helping Rose with her luggage. "Happy Christmas Uncle Dudley," He called just as the car sped down the street.

The red-haired girl rolled her eyes at his father's childish behaviour. "Sorry for my Father's rudeness. You know how he is." James just shrugged. "Well- it's Uncle Dudley alright. Since Dad's not here, I'll be the one to welcome you to Number 12 Grimmauld Place," He mock-bowed in front of her before opening the front door. Chuckling, she walked past the wooden door and into the house. It was beautifully decorated as always- there were mistletoes and poinsettias everywhere; Rose couldn't help but smile. Unlike her father- and grandparents, too, she never really despised magic. She never really hated her Uncle Harry and his cousins like they did, either. He's a good man; very generous and caring.

Despite what her grandparents say about him being a 'freak', she came to like her Uncle Harry, thanks to her spending almost all of Christmas and Summer vacation with him and his family. Speaking of which, the said Family were gathered in the sitting room; Lily was reading her Hogwarts, A History book; Ginny was absently watching the T.V. and Albus was beside her, eating chocolate. James sat on the couch, bothering his mum with random questions while Rose played with James' wand. He and Rose entered the sitting room shortly after placing her things in one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

"Rose!"

The red-head blinked, obviousy wondering who the hell shouted in her ear.

"Al!"

Ginny clucked her tongue disapprovingly. The black-haired boy smiled sheepshly.

"Sorry Mum."

He snatched James' wand from her hands and threw it to the said brunette.

"Fancy a game of Exploding Snap?"

He asked, steering his cousin out of the sitting room and they ascended the stairs.

"Sure. But-"

Albus never liked that tone of her voice; nor the mischevious glint in her eyes. 'Are you sure you're a Dursley?' was on the tip of his tongue.

"But what?"

He asked, bright green eyes meeting her challenging gaze.

"Well-"

"HEY!"

Rose laughed, thundering up the steps, a bag of Bertie Blotts Every Flavor Beans in hand. A scandalised-looking Al followed her as she continued up the stairs.

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So? What d'you think? The next chappies are going to be quite a mystery- you just wait!