A/N- Well for those of you who followed my first Harry Potter/ Rose Potter story, this is for you. I got soo many great reviews from my first story that I just have to do another. Actually, I plan on doing a story for every year of school they have. So here is year one. Oh and by the way, the two stories I did for their fourth year are not part of this series, so I will be rewriting their fourth year. :D

P.S.- Sorry for abandoning my Inuyasha story. I will finish it, when I get motivated.

Misery Meets Magic

By: Bozphin

Chapter 1:

Harry Potter sat in his makeshift bedroom, the little closet under the staircase, thinking about how his life would have been differently if his parents were still alive. Of
course at ten years old, going on eleven, everything he could imagine with his true parents seemed much brighter then the dismal life of a servant to his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley. He
wondered vaguely if his mother had been the same kind of prude his Aunt was, condsidering that they were sisters. He also wondered what became of his father's side of the
family. Why had Harry been left with people who thought him nothing but a filthy child whose life was better spent serving them then having any fun whatsoever? He tried
shut out his wandering thoughts but the stinging on his face from his Uncle's hand made it all too clear how bad his life really was.

"Psst, Harry are you still awake?" A light shown throught the darkness at his sister's quiet voice coming from the broom closet just across the hall from him. She was
the only salvation he had. He was a lucky person to have been blessed with a twin. The worry in Rose's voice somehow made everything ok.

"Yeah." He replied in a whisper so as not to wake anyone up.

"Are you alright?" She questioned.

"I'm ok." Harry assured. He breathed a frustrated sigh as his face begged to differ.

"I wish I could see you." She stated with her own sigh. A moment later a popping noise resonated throughout the house and the doors from both closets were completely
missing leaving the two children bewildered.

The two of them stared wide eyed at the spot that their doors had been and beyond that to where either of them were sitting. It would have been more shocking to them
if that sort of thing hadn't happened to them before. The only thing they knew is that they were going to get a beating for it. Strange things had happened in their
lives ever since they could remember and they were always punished for it, and as far as they knew they were the only ones that experienced these happenings.

"Oh no." Harry gulped back his fears of being beaten again as Rose crawled across to his bedroom and gave him a hug.

"Sorry." She apologized as tears formed in her bright green eyes that matched his own. Rose looked at him then and combed a hand through his black hair to try and
straighten the disheveled mess. "That's the second time this week."

"Don't worry about it. It's not like they wouldn't find something else to punish us for anyways." Harry spoke the truth. They hadn't gone two days since they lived there
without being punished for something. Whether it was their fault or their cousins.

"I suppose you're right." She agreed sadly. Rose snuggled up to Harry in his blanket and they talked for a while about their parents and how they wished they had known them.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!?" At the thunderous boom of Uncle Vernon's voice Harry and Rose jumped. Neither of them were fully awake before Rose was being dragged out of the closet by the too big hand-me-down shirt of Dudleys she was wearing. Harry tried to grab hold of her but was too slow in his reaction.

"HARRY!" Rose yelled in a panic. Harry would have charged after her, but as soon as he exited the closet someone grabbed him from behind.

His cousin Dudley laughed in his ear at his helplessness. "What's wrong Potter?" The plump boy taunted. "Can't even save your wittle sister."

"Quiet you good for nothing brat!" Vernon shook Rose making her dizzy. "What did you do with the doors? Tell me!" Rose couldn't answer as Vernon continued to shake her.

"She didn't do anything!" Harry yelled. "The doors just disappeared, like magic!" The house went dead silent at the 'M' word.

"What did you just say?" His Aunts shrill voice came from the stairs. She inched down towards them slowly with glaring eyes, daring him to say it again.

Harry's Aunt Petunia might have been smaller and skinnier then his Uncle but she carried the same sort of authority about her, only with less yelling. They were the perfect couple. They had the same ideals, and the same sense of justice.

The blonde pig of a boy, Dudley, pushed Harry down onto his face breaking the poor boys circular glasses.

His hands reached out and found the damaged pieces before Dudley could do permanent damage to them. As he stuffed the fragments in his pockets he heard a slapping sound come from the direction where Uncle Vernon and Rose were. He knew that he had probably smacked her across the face, but she didn't scream or cry. She just stood there with her pitch black hair covering her eyes. "This is the last week you two will be spending together, so you better get used to being alone. Rose is being sent away to live with Aunt Marge."

Harry's stomach knotted up. How would he survive this cruel world without his sister?

He would only come to find out the next few days as they were kept apart as much as possible. Whenever The Dursleys went out they took Rose or Harry with them and left the other at home. They even seemed to make it a habit to spend as much time away from home as possible. But there was a light forming in the darkness.

Rose had picked up the mail while the family was out and found a letter in it for Harry. Of course, she was too curious just to leave the letter unopened, so she did what any ten year old girl would do. She read the letter that was inside.

Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Rose looked at the letter in amazement, and vaguely wondered what the heck a Mugwump was.

"Harry is a wizard?" She said to herself. She was overjoyed at the fact. It was the only thing that made sense. All the magical happenings weren't just a coincidence. Her brother was a wizard. She couldn't stop smiling to herself. He would finally escape from this misery of a life. Her smile dissappeared for a second at the realization that she hadn't received a letter as well. She wouldn't be able to attend the school with him, but she would be happy for him.

That night when the Dursleys finally returned home Rose handed them the mail. She didn't dare hand them Harry's letter though. She knew how much they hated magic and they wouldn't allow Harry to go to such a school. Her only mistake was the fact that Dudley had caught sight of the parchment and grabbed it.

"What's this?" Dudley snatched the letter up and waved it in the air. "Mum, Dad Harry got a letter!"

"What? Who would be writing to you?" Uncle Vernon grabbed the letter and read it along with his wife and as they reached the bottom of the letter their eyes grew wider and wider. The two of them eyed Harry evilly.

"What does it say?" Harry asked curiously, not expecting them to answer truthfully.

"It is none of your concern." Aunt Petunia answered.

"It says that...mmuhuffmmm.." Uncle Vernon covered Rose's mouth as she tried to explain. "MMMMMNNUUnnnMM!!!" Rose struggled to free herself but it was no use. She was only ten afterall and Vernon was a big man. Harry even tried to help her but once again was caught by his loathsome cousin Dudley. Not that he would be able to help much without his glasses. He felt so helpless.

"Aunt Marge is on her way here now." Vernon barked. "All this twin business ends today."

"Twin business?" What could he possibly mean by that Harry thought.

"Yes, no more sleeping together, no more ganging up on our Dudley..." Harry could hardly contain his fury. When had the two of them ever ganged up on that fat pig. "...and no more funny business."

"You mean magic." Harry spat. Aunt Petunia smacked Harry across the face and he was glad that it was her and not Uncle Vernon. "Why are you two so afraid of a word?"

"Quiet boy!" Uncle Vernon's face was turning a furious red and Harry decided against carrying on. "The last thing the two of you will be doing is saying goodbye." He taunted and Rose's eyes were once again watering from the emotions swimming through her. She didn't want to stay with her bulldog breading Aunt. The only time she ever liked that woman was when she was leaving.

"Now it's time for Harry to fix the closet doors." Aunt Petunia pointed outside to the car, where two doors where tied in place to the roof. Harry cursed his cousin for breaking his glasses. He wished he could see Rose.

"NOW BOY!" Dudley pushed Harry towards the door and Harry stumbled down the two steps and into the driveway where he felt around for where the car should be. He found the car and began untying the ropes that bound the doors in place. When he finally released them he could hear the sound of the doors falling off the side and onto the grass. He didn't know how on earth he was going to get the broom closet door into the house so he started with the staircase door, which was considerably smaller.

A honk came from the driveway and Harry's heart sank. She couldn't be there already could she? "VERNON!" The sound of Aunt Marge's voice was all too familiar and Harry was afraid. He would be alone in this house but, not only that, Rose would be alone in that woman's house. That woman who did everything in her power to put them down. That woman who bred vicious bulldogs.

"Here Marjorie!" He yelled back.

"I'm in a hurry Vernon, where is the little parasite?" Marge said as she waddled through the door.

"Right here." Vernon dragged Rose over to her and Aunt Marge hit Rose in the shins with her cane.

"Heard you were caught stealing from your Aunt and Uncle. You ungrateful. Probably found out about your father's wastrel attitude and needed money for your gambling habits." She yanked her by the hair. "You did the right thing entrusting her to me Vernon. She's a bad egg like her mother. I'll straighten her out. Turn her into a proper young lady I will."

Rose didn't have time to react as she was shoved to her Aunt's too small car and thrown into the back seat. Before she could climb back out the doors were locked and they were already on the move to her new home. The last thing she remembered seeing as she left her home was a large gray owl peeking at her from the roof of the house.

(-B Yay Boring chapter out of the way. Let's begin the fun shall we. :D B-)