A/N Okay, so I've had this idea for a very, very long time. I'm talking 3 years here people! Characters have been changed, parts have been rewritten, people have fell in love, out of love, all that poetic goodness. In the first draft, Rose, my OC, was suppose to be BFF with Oliver Wood and eventually fall in love with him, and in the background were her best friends, the twins, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet. Anyways, that was scratched. Along with a Rose/twin pairing. Now, I'm stuck between 2 very different ideas. One, is a complete series, including rewrites of all the novels, with Rose and an OC by the name of Caden, following their years through Hogwarts, and then some. Along with Rose's brother and the twins. The other one that really interests me is a Children Who Lived crossover with Supernatural, with a Dean/Rose pairing which begins in HP and the Half Blood Prince, and in season 3 of SPN. Story will include flashbacks of Rose's life in Hogwarts and before that. I can't get it outta my head. So, me being the indecisive person that I am, is leaving it to you, the readers, to vote! Yay! I probaly am going to end up doing both, but which one are you more interested in seeing first? Let me know in the reviews! Plots are at the bottom of the page!
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Prologue- A Perfect Halloween Night
A handsome man smiled gently to himself as he leaned against the wooden doorway. His jet black hair was just as messy and untamed as it had been in his younger years, sticking up at all different angles. Perched on top a slightly crooked nose, a gift from his first Quidditch game in his second year, were a pair of small-rectangled shaped glasses. Behind said glasses were a pair of tired hazel eyes. Tired yes, but James Rupert Potter's eyes held within them an unmistakable amount of pure, unadulterated love that could only be a result from the picture perfect scene in front of him.
In the Potter's rather spacious living room, a beautiful woman with long, dark red hair was sleeping peacefully on the couch. Cuddled into the woman's breast was an equally asleep young girl, no older than five, with curly hair as dark as midnight. Next to the mother-daughter duo sat a lace white bassinet that held another dark-haired child. Just like the baby boy's mother and sister, he too was fast asleep.
James' family...
Lily. Rosalyn. Harry.
He was one of few men that was truly blessed.
James' gentle smile grew as his eyes traced the sleeping figures of his beloved children.
He could still remember, in perfect detail he might add, the day that Lily had first told him he was to be a father.
The notorious and very much in love couple had just graduated from the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy and more than ready to make an undeniable mark on the Wizarding World. But times were not happy, it was the complete opposite in fact. It was a dark age, full of death and destruction.
Mere months before James Potter had finally won over the love of his life, a vicious war had broken out amongst the Magical Community. Uplifting all of them from their much loved and stable axises. Countless lives were destroyed and taken. So many people lost not only themselves during the war but others too. All because of a man who arrogantly deemed himself a Lord.
His sweet Lily lost more than others.
Tom Riddle, or better known as You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to the fearful, Master to the spineless followers, and Lord Voldemort to the brave and some might say highly insane, had brutally murdered Lily's cherished parents in cold blood. Leaving Lily with a sister who despised her and considered her a freak as her only living family.
Lily, who had undoubtably loved her parents unconditionally and they in turn loved her just as much, had entered a state of great depression.
So Lily Evans did what Lily Evans did best.
She learned.
And only then did she grieve.
Lily learned that the world was never black and white, it was never simply good versus evil where good always dominates and the evil is easily overcome. And it never would be.
Instead, Lily learned that their world was multi-coloured and unfair beyond words.
Though the most important and useful knowledge that not only Lily, but the Marauders obtained during this horrible tragedy was that they needed to do something about present time circumstances. They needed to take a stand. No longer could they just sit there and watch their loved ones die.
So when Albus Dumbledore asked Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to join 'The Order of the Phoenix,' a top-secret organization established for the sole purpose of fighting Voldemort and his pesky, murderous Death Eaters, the group immediately obliged.
There was one happy event during this ever dark time in their lives though. You see, before the group's first summer out of Hogwarts even came to a closing, the Evans girl and the Potter boy were wed under the bright August sun. Which according to one Emma Davidson and Sirius Black was a feat in itself.
Still, the war furiously raged on and it seemed as each day passed more people died, and that the death toll was only expanding in numbers. Thousands, maybe even millions, souls were taken.
Including the souls of Noah and Elizabeth Potter.
James' parents.
The only thing that had completely seemed to pull James out of his grief during this particular time in his life, was the unexcepted news that his wife had supplied to him on a frosty Winter's evening.
An exhausted James had arrived home from a long and hard day at work only to find his paler than usual wife sitting at the kitchen table. There was an unmistakable feeling of apprehension and worry in the air surrounding them. Automatically, James had assumed that another person they cared for had died. But then he saw the location of her bottom lip.
It was between and being chewed on a considerable amount by her teeth to the point that it was almost bleeding. A nervous gesture that Lily usually only reserved for exam time at Hogwarts.
He quickly walked over, the noise of his footsteps making a faint echoing sound in the kitchen that had resulted in Lily shooting her head up to stare wide-eyed at her concerned husband.
Her eyes...
Was the first thought that came to James's mind. Those beautiful emeralds that made James immediately fall in love with her when he was only a boy of eleven. But now, they resembled a child's eyes. A child who had done something incredibly naughty and was about to be punished by her Mummy and Daddy.
Somehow, through all the extreme amount of distress and nervousness that was clearly evident in Lily's eyes, other emotions could be seen. Emotions like love, happiness and sheer determination.
The entangled knot that had formed in James' stomach became immediately unravelled as soon as Lily had softly whispered two single words that would ultimately change their entire life.
"I'm pregnant."
Now, the Potters had never planned on having a child so soon. Surely, they dreamt of it, imagined it, yearned for it even, but the circumstances they imagined and dreamed of were far from what they were now. They never wanted to have a child in the middle of a brutal and unpredictable war, especially at such a young age.
Some day maybe, when Voldemort was finally vanquished and they could once again walk down the streets without a wand and without looking over their shoulder constantly.
But now, under these harsh and deadly circumstances?
All it took though was one look between man and wife. A look that held so much... love, promises for the future, happiness and elation.
Their minds were set.
And 9 months later, Rosalyn 'Rosie' Potter was born into the world, and rightfully kicking and screaming the entire way.
And from the moment he held his beautiful baby girl in his arms, he knew.
That she would change everything. How he saw himself, the world, and how he saw himself and Lily.
As he watched his little girl grow up, the love between all of the Potter's grew to lengths
unknown. That love only grew stronger when Lily announced almost a couple years later that Rose would have a baby brother or sister.
Again, the birth of their child was never planned. They had wanted to extend their family, to give Rosie a younger sibling and to go through the joys of pregnancy for the second time, but again not under these circumstances.
The war and the hate was at its highest peek and the times, it seemed, only got darker.
In spite of all the darkness and war, the Potters couldn't hide their elation at the thought of having children.
Plural.
Admittedly, it wasn't ideal to have two young children at this time, but it was bloody brilliant.
So, on July 31st their family was finally completed with the arrival of Harold James Potter.
Not all of the family was at their happiest state though. When Rosie was brought to the hospitable to see her Mummy and new sibling she was disappointed to say the least. When her Uncles Sirius and Remus told her that she had a new baby brother, the little girl had just looked up at her parents with wide and bright green eyes and asked plainly and seriously if the hospital had made a mistake. If they, her parents, had not heard her right when she asked for a little sister, not a brother. Then, she demanded to know when they would take the boy back and give her a sister.
But a gentle talk from Lily and James and a couple of lollipops from a grinning Uncle Sirius convinced Rosie that no, the hospital didn't make a mistake, and the hospitable wouldn't be taking her brother back.
All it took was one night for Rose to get past her disappointment. She had spent the night watching her baby boy brother sleep, while her parents were in bed throughly exhausted. The next morning she told her parents that she was only making sure that he didn't try to steal her toys.
It took only one night to get Rose to fall in love with her baby brother.
At the end of the day, his children truly gave him hope.
Something that should seem so foreign to him now.
It was them that made him fight each day for a better future, for a chance at finally vanquishing the Dark Lord and being able to walk down the streets again.
His children...
There was Rosalyn, tall for ever-so tender years, with black hair that was unmistakably Potter and curls that was without a doubt Evans. Bright emeralds for eyes, a gift from her mother and a mischievous attitude from her father. Although, Lily argued that it was more of a curse than anything.
Harry was a much more smaller baby at birth, but with adorable chubby cheeks. A tuft of already messy black hair adorned the top of his small head that was purely Potter. He looked identical to his father and like his sister, had received the gift/curse of a mischievous attitude. There was only one difference in appearance between father and son, and that was his little boys eyes. Like his sister, Harry was blessed with emeralds.
His children weren't angels though. Far from it, in fact.
Rosie and little Harry were a handful. Because, well to be frank, sometimes when his children got into one of their extremely mischievous and hyper moods, James would have chose to deal with Mooney over being around them.
Rose was a stubborn child and quick to anger. While Harry, always seemed to get into difficult situations even as a baby and was downright impatient at times.
But still, his children were perfect.
Rosie was creative and always curious, playful and willful. Sharp and brave. A fire pistol with an ingratiating personality that made her damn near impossible to resist.
Harry was much more gentle. His boy, it seemed, was always smiling and happy and purely innocent. With his rosy cheeks, and easy going personality made the word adorable define him. He was adventurous and like his beloved big sister, he was brave.
They were both impossible not to love.
To be willing to die for, lay down your own life for them.
The two siblings may not have been exactly the same, sometimes it seemed as though they were the complete opposites. But they loved each other a great deal, even at this early age.
You could see it in the way that Rose looked after baby Harry, and sometimes how Harry could only be comforted by his big sister.
James was shaken from his musings by a faint buzzing sound in the distance.
Realizing what it was after a moment, he carefully and silently walked over to the couch.
"Lily, it's time to wake up, love. Time to feed Harry." James said quietly, trying not to disturb Rose from her sleep.
Lily's eyelashes fluttered for a second or two, and she mumbled something entirely out of the English language in her half-awake state.
"C'mon Flower, wake up." James tried again, this time placing a soft kiss on his wife's forehead.
This must've done the trick, because a second later Lily Potter's eyes were wide open.
"I'm up," Lily said, her language now back to regular English.
She carefully lifted her still sleeping daughter off of her and placed her at the other end of the couch. After a brief kiss with handsome husband, she went over to the white bassinet and woke Harry to feed him.
10 minutes later Harry was feed, and in his mother's arms gurgling happily with a smile on his cute and chubby face.
"It's a perfect Halloween night." Lily said with a ghost of a smile, while looking out the window at the cool and crisp Autumn scene. The black sky was full of bright, sparkling stars and the was a chill in the Autumn air. Leaves, now colours of gold, red and dark orange, had fallen from the surrounding trees, and now rested peacefully on the ground, covering it like a warm blanket.
Lily's smile quickly turned into a frown as she thought of all of the children that would be trick-or-treating at this very moment. Children that were her daughter's and son's age. Rose, who had become accustomed to the muggle tradition of Trick or Treating, was upset about not being able to participate in the holiday. In an attempt to cheer her daughter up, she made her an adorable costume of a fairy, complete with sparkly wings, glitter in her hair, and a magical 'wand.'
"It's a shame that Rosie and Harry can't..." She started, voicing her opinions, before her husband cut her off, a tinge of impatience in his voice.
"Love, you know that we can't. We're in hiding from Voldemort, we can hardly... wait, did you hear that?" James said suddenly, jumping from his sitting position on the couch.
"James? What is it?" Lily asked worriedly, watching her husband take hold of his wand like some sort of a sacred sword.
Her husband was approaching the door, looking like an animal trying to capture his prey. Each step that he took, the rythmn of Lily's heartbeat increased. Her eyes were wide in fright, and she tried desperately to ignore the sense of fear the was crawling through her still shocked body. The only sense of comfort that Lily received was the loving baby in her arms, and the image of her daughter asleep on the couch.
His steps were quick, sly, and determined, but they immediately stopped at the sight of the snake like man with a dark hood through the window. James froze, not knowing how long for, but froze, in utter disbelief and fear. Images of his family raced in his mind, Lily, his soul mate, Rose and Harry, his heart, his brothers, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, and the forever engraved image of his parents lying dead on the Potter's living room floor.
Then something changed, something clicked in the back of his mind, a voice sounded in the back of his mind. He ran, ran back to his wife and children.
"Lily, it's Voldemort! Go, run! I'll fight him off!"
The first emotion to set into Lily Potter's mind was denial, because it simply was not possible and far too terrifying to actually believe it. They were in hiding, they executed and formed the absolute perfect plan, they entrusted their lives, their children's lives completely in one of their best friends. It was an unphantomable thought that Peter Pettigrew would ever betray them and their children, he was one James's best friend, her friend, and Harry's and Rose's uncle.
'No, no, it is simply untrue...' Lily chanted in her mind.
Lily shouted in desperation, anxiety etched across her face, "No! No, you're wrong! It's not true, James."
"Lily, take Harry and Rose and go! It's him!" he slowly walked towards the door, his wand pointing at it.
"James what are you talking about?" she asked knowing very well what he meant. "It can't be him. He wouldn't know where…"
"Lily listen to me!" snapped James. "Go! Run! Take Harry and Rosie and I'll hold him off!" screamed James looking back at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Lily…please."
Lily wiped her eyes and ran over to her husband. She hoisted Harry up on her side and threw her free arm around James' neck. James hesitated before hugging her knowing that Voldemort could barge in any moment.
"I love you," whispered Lily in his ear and without awaiting a response from James, she stumbled out of the room up the nearest stairs. As soon as she disappeared from the room, a cold voice rang through the quiet still night.
"Alohomora!" hissed the voice from behind the door. There was a clicking noise, before the door was flung open. A hooded figure stepped, wand raised at James, while a cold, high-pitched laugh broke free from thin, curling lips at the sight of dark-haired wizard.
"How did you find us?" asked James, breaths coming out in pants.
"Where is the children?" hissed Voldemort at once.
"Stupefy!" yelled James angrily at the mention of his children. The beam of red light was easily deflected by Voldemort with a lazy flick of the wand.
Before James had a chance to mutter another curse, Voldemort had given his wand another wave, which resulted in James being blasted against the furthest wall, smashing his back into the framed family pictures. Before the bits of glass fell to the floor, James stood up, his wand straight ahead of him, determination dripping from his hazel eyes. The back of his head was bleeding, as was his back, but he paid no mind.
"Expelliarmus!" he shouted but Voldemort disappeared only to reappear directly behind
him. Voldemort disarmed him quickly, and the next thing James Potter felt, was the cool
texture of wood being held unshakenly against his throbbing temple.
Voldemort, wanting to see the look of utter defeat in Potter's eyes, rotated himself to face him, forcing Potter into a crouching position with his eyes lifted upwards to meet scarlet ones.
"Why are you doing this?" His voice rasping with emotion, his eyes hard.
A dark, twisted smirk of disbelief appeared on the wizard's face, "Power and destiny, you foolish child."
And with that, the Dark Lord's wand released a beam of bright green light, that ended James Potter's life, his lost thought was how much the green light reminded him of his Lily's eyes and his children's.
"NOOO, DADDYYYYY!" screeched a horrified voice from the top of the staircase.
There, on the top of the staircase was Lily Potter with her wide, broken green eyes that leaked tears, her small mouth hanging open in disbelief at her husband's dead body. A baby was being tightly cradled in her right arm, while the eldest Potter child with tight black curls was looking over the staircase, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, screams emitting from her mouth.
When Voldemort's eyes meet Lily Potter's, she was shook out of her petrified state, and was brought back into reality. A reality in which she no longer wanted to belong to, a reality where her husband was dead, they were betrayed, and her and her children were about to become corpses.
But that can't happen, not too her babies at least.
She grasped Rose's hand tightly, so tight, holds on Harry more firmly, not wanting to loose them like her life, because right now, it's only her and them.
So she runs, just like her husband told her minutes ago, she runs, as fast as she can.
She runs, leaving her husband, his body, behind, her bravery behind, and whatever pride she had left in the distance.
Her mind, like her heart and legs are racing. Where will she go? How will she get out?
But it doesn't matter, she just needs to get far away from Voldemort, her mind shuts down, so she follows her heart.
The next thing she knows, she's in the nursery. She almost laughs at the irony, this is the place where her and James rocked their babies to sleep, where they watched them grow, and this is probaly where she'll die. But she refuses, to think that this is where Rosie and Harry will die.
'Because that cannot happen, they need to live.'
Voldemort appears, in a cloud of thick, black swirling smoke, she pushes Harry in the crib, and Rose behind her, using herself as a shield.
One look at those menacing eyes, told Lily all she needed to know, but she had to beg, she had to try.
"Please not Harry and Rosie! Not them! Please — I'll do anything!"
"Just stand aside, little girl," hissed Voldemort. "Don't be like your foolish husband."
"Please! I'll do anything! Not them, not my babies! Why do you have to do this? Not my children! Not Rose and Harry"
"Stand aside, you silly girl! Stand aside, now…"
"Not my babies, please, no, take me, kill me instead…"
"You don't understand you filthy mudblood," hissed Voldemort raising his wand. "Stand aside NOW!.
A bright light is shot from Voldemort's wand, but while Lily braces herself for the pain, she feels nothing. Instead, she hears a scream, she sees the blood of the carpet, and then she realizes, the blood is Rose's.
A long stream of blood was running down her daughter's tiny back, the red contrasting strongly with her pale skin.
"You stupid girl. I'm going to end this, for once and for all. AVADA KEDAVRA!" hissed Voldemort with a green flash, and Lily's scream, and all the Potter children and hear is the sound of their mother's body hitting the floor.
Rose and Harry's screams and cries stopped at once.
As Voldemort strode over to the dark-haired siblings, Rose picked up her brother from the crib, and cradled him to her chest, as her mother did so many times before.
Scarlet eyes and emerald eyes met.
"You filthy half-bloods. All this because of you two." He was standing above them now, wand at the ready.
He chuckled mirthlessly to himself, "The ones to defeat the Dark Lord, I think not." And with a swift wave, Voldemort screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
The white room was full of screams and shrieks and wails.
Voldemort's wand fell as the space surrounding him filled with darkness. All he could fell was pain, his mouth open in a never ending scream, he dropped to his knees. Seconds later, all that was left was smoke swirling around looking for an escape, finally it found one.
Then all there was was quietness, pure unadulterated quietness.
The last remaining Potter's were on the floor, breaths coming out in pants. Surrounding them was a green glow, when it slowly ebbed away, Rose rolled over on her stomach, facing her baby brother. A bloody hand slowly reached out to push Harry's hair away from his eyes.
There on the tiny wrist, and the baby's forehead, were matching bleeding, lightening bolt scars that would ultimately control the rest of their lives.
I hope you like this so far! I know this first chapter doesn't reveal a lot about the character of Rose, but it does reveal a lot about what she has been through, which helps develop her character. Anyways! Here are the plots!
Option numbreo 1...The Children Who Lived series with OC's Rose Potter and Caden, this will follow Rose's years through and after Hogwarts, all the novels will be rewritten to include the character of Rose. These rewrites will also include Rose's friendship with the Weasley twins and her developing friendship and relationship with Caden. I don't want to give too much away, but Caden character background resembles Sirius Black's a great deal, he's family is pure-blooded and believes anything less than that is not magical, they're very Slytherin orientated. Throughout his first year, him and Rose are enemies, and dislike each other a great deal. However, at the end of their first year they don't become friends, but close to it, and he's friendship with the Weasley's grow, and therefore are around Rose more. After a while, he develops a crush on Rose and eventually they fall in love. However, its not all goodness. Awwww, young love :)
Second plot!! This story will take place in the summer before Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, in the middle of the war, the Order of the Phoenix notice an increased amount of demon activity, however, the corrupt and ignorant Ministry is failing to do anything about it. Someone who is doing something about it is the Winchester brothers, who are in search of information of the demon Lillith. This story also takes place in season 3 of Supernatural, directly after Dean makes the deal to exchange his life for Sam's. The Winchesters and the Potters paths cross, and sparks immediately fly between Dean and Rose...and not the good kind. Together, can the Order save Dean? You'll also learn more about Rose's pasts throughout flashbacks to her childhood, and Hogwarts years. And some other major characters will be the twins, who play Rose's best friends, and Tonks will play a major role too!
Soooo, if you are confused in reading either of these plots because you A. Read Harry Potter but not Supernatural or B. Are a fan of Supernatural but not Harry Potter its okay, the story isn't going to be all that complicated, everything will be explained on both parts, the SPN side and HP side.
Ya'll vote for what you want! I'm in love with both!