The Story of Rose Lillian Potter

-Research-
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone.
-Inspiration-
Saving a saviour: Epeefencer.
-Editor-
justwritting1moretime

Chapter I
The-Boy-Who-Lived becomes, The-Girl-Who-Lived

Harry Potter stood frozen; all of his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had led him to this moment, an old dusty old classroom sitting deep within the bowels of the school, the man in front of him was not the one he had expected.

'Professor Quirrell?' Harry gasped.

'Yes, I wondered if you would be joining us, Mr. Potter.' the room smelled strongly of garlic, that was so well associated with the defence professor.

The young man had lost his well-known stuttering, he has yet to face Harry, as he seem rather preoccupied looking at Something in front him, before abruptly turning around on his heel and with wave of his wand, and Harry found himself on the cold stone floor bound tightly with rope.

Harry tried to put the pieces together, failing. 'But… I thought- Snape-'

'Severus? Yes, he does seem to be the type, doesn't he…? Next to him, who would ever suspect little old st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell.'

'But Snape, he tried to kill me!'

'No, no, no Mr Potter, I tried to kill you, were it not for Severus and that mudblood Granger, I would have succeeded.'

Harry felt like his insides a where boiling at what he called Hermione, not really knowing meant why it made him feel that way.

Harry took a calming breath, though it hardly helped at this point.

'Of course' professor Quirrell continued, 'all his efforts to keep you safe were wasted, you have delivered yourself right before me… I could just kill you now… But, I have a puzzle to solve'

After several minutes in near total silence, the man sneered in frustration at the mirror, muttering to himself 'I know it is in the mirror... How do I get to it, break the glass?' Quirrell became increasingly vexed as he starred. 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.' He muttered… 'I show not your face but your heart's desire.' he then growled in frustration 'Master, I cannot solve this riddle.'

Harry gazed in Horror as a cold voice replied; what's more, the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself, though he did not speak. 'Let me see the boy.'

A bone-chilling voice whispered as if the very air itself was bending to serve its master

'But master, you are still weak.'

'I have strength enough for this.' The voice relied in a dreadful whisper.

Soon the former professor reached up to his purple turban, and slowly unwrapped it from around his head.

When it fell to the cold stone floor Harry found, another face, its eyes red as blood, filled with absolute hate.

'Harry Potter…' The face spook, 'Do you see what you have reduced me to, mere shadow and vapour, a parasite, this is the only way I can take a corporal form, young Quirrell, though it would have been easy for him to end me.

He truly wanted you to have a normal life… Such a sentimental fool… Something about owning a debt to your mother and father.

He was reluctant to join me, but I 'persuaded' him that his 'sacrifice' would be worthwhile... Pain can such a good insensitive.

Now after what you did to me ten years ago… You have escaped me twice.

Now I'll end you once and for all… The stone will free me, and when I am, I shal ruin the world you built around yourself,

That freedom is where you come in, the esteemed Professor Dumbledore seems to have made it so it is rather tricky to get to it, something tells me you are the key…'

cuddly the bindings keeping Harry on the floor vanished.

'now, come forward...' The Dark Lord instructed… Harry backed away, terrified.

'CRUSIO!'

Pain surged through Harry as he found himself walking forward towards the Mirror of Erised…

In it, rather than his family, Harry saw himself reaching into his pocket and withdrew a small stone.

'Now tell me , boy... What do you see?'

Harry remained silent not daring to speak.

The image in the error changed to him and Hermione standing together holding hands, and behind them, his parents.

Abruptly the glass shattered, with such force, it sent Harry flying back onto the cold stone floor.

Voldemort lost his temper, 'You are useless to me, I have waited far too long for my satisfaction!

AVADA KEDAVRA!'

Harry's vision filled with green light, then abruptly followed by gold, then incredible blinding pain, The last Harry heard before the world around him turned to black was an air shattering scream,

In black emptiness, Harry found a golden light… The golden snitch, he tried to reach out and grab it, but his arms were far too heavy to move, his whole body felt sore and unmoveable.

Soon light flooded into existence as Harry finally opened his eyes.

The snitch was replaced with his black wire-frame glasses, and beyond them, the smiling face of one Albus Dumbledore, looking very much relieved.

'Good afternoon' said Dumbledore, Harry stared at him for moment. Then the memories started flooding back into his consciousness, as if coming back from a reboot.

'Sir! The stone! It was Quirrell! He has the stone! Sir- quick-'

'Calm yourself, or I'm afraid that Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out, you are a little behind in the times, I can assure you Quirrell does not have the stone.'

Harry looked baffled… behind indeed.

'Then who does? Sir, I-'

'Please relax, you have been through much, Mr, or I should say, Ms Potter.

Harry swallowed confused, her eyes caught a strand of dark auburn hair, wasn't her hair black, and a lot shorter? 'Wha… What do you mean Professor? How long have I been here?'

Now paying attention to it, Harry noticed his, or, according to the Professor in front, her voice were several octaves higher than when last used before going after the stone.

Letting her gaze drift, Harry found him- no herself in a familiar setting, the white linen sheets of the Hospital wing… on the bed side table next to Harry there seemed to be half a candy shop.

'You have been here for three days, both Mr Weasley and Ms Granger have been extremely worried about you, as for your changes, I'm afraid I can't say that I understand what happened that caused your transformation, when I arrived, I found you alone as you are now, the chamber almost in ruins…. I had feared that I might have been too late, you were scarcely breathing when I got there, I'll have to add that you look almost identical to your mother when she was your age.'

Harry felt like passing out once more, the information came to quickly, The magnitude, purely overwhelming, then something came to mind, 'Professor, before I passed out , there was a bright green light, followed by a blinding gold... what were they

Professor Dumbledore's face became a ghostly white, his blue eyes ashen, the twinkle that they were known for, completely gone, the headmaster stood silent, for a what seemed to be close to an hour. 'Harry, I cannot express how fortunate you are to survive that curse a second time. the bright green light was the killing curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, no being no matter how great has the right to take the life from another, as for gold I suspect that It was your mother's protection that saved you, Love is a magic that no one will ever truly understand, might be what sparked your change in gender…'

Harry let the statement settle in… then asked 'My mother's protection?'

'Your mother died to save you, love is a very powerful magic your mother's love for you left its mark on you, no scar or anything else visible, but it will always be there to protect you, I do not think it will be able to save you from the killing curse, but I do not doubt that it will always be there to protect you when it can.'

Finally Dumbledore seemed to have regained some of the color in his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, 'I assume you will want a new name…unfortunately it seems this change is impossible to reverse, as both myself, madam Pomfrey, and Professor Snape have all tried but failed to find a solution, I do have to admit that Severus might not have tried his hardest.'

He then turned his attention to a carton, he picked it up…' Even though he has a brilliant mind, and every bit the Ravenclaw, I have found my fondness for Mr Bott's confections have decreased over the years.' he committed just before popping a bean into his mouth, 'Alas, Ear wax…The Weasley twins would have greatly enjoyed his company… I shiver thinking about the possible outcomes.'

When Madam Pomfrey can allow it, I'll contact the ministry of magic so you can have your name, this something you will want to spend time thinking about, remember in the magical world, you can only change your name once.'

He- no, she nodded slowly. Just when it seemed the headmaster turned to leave, Ms Potter asked: 'Professor, what happened to the stone?'

"Seems I can't keep you distracted for long Ms Potter, the stone has been destroyed."

'Destroyed?' said Harry blankly. 'But Your friend - Nicolas Flamel -'

"Oh, you know about Nicolas?"said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. 'You did do your homework properly then, didn't you? Well, Nicolas, his wife and I had a rather lengthy conversation over tea, and we all agreed it was for the best."

"But that means that they will die, won't they?"

'They have enough elixir to sort out there affairs in order and then, yes they will die.'

Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement held in those emerald green eyes.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it's like going to sleep after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life, you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all else - the trouble is, humans do have a knack for choosing what is worst for them." The newly made girl lay there, lost for words. Madam Pomfrey exited her office, carrying a set of vials filled with potions and worked on her, meanwhile, Dumbledore hummed a little and smiled at the ceiling, then turned to leave

'Professor… You know Wh.…'

'Ms. Potter, please use Voldemort's real name, fear of a name will only increase the fear of the object in question.' Dumbledore interrupted and Madam Pomfrey squeaked, and nearly spilled the potion she was about to administer. Giving the headmaster both an impressed and fearful look as if the man in question would show up any second, then after a minute turned reprimanding.

Ms. Potter nodded before continuing, 'It, it won't be the last time I'll see Voldemort, is it. He didn't die… did he?'

Dumbledore showed his age, though answered, 'No I'm afraid he didn't die, because, put simply, Voldemort can't die, he has found some means to escape death that will have to be undone, before he will move on to the next great adventure… and yes, he will attempt to return to being fully corporal again, all we can do is prepare and pray that it isn't anytime soon.

Before the headmaster could leave though Harry asked 'Professor - do you think you could have Ron and Hermione visit when they have -'

'No! Absolutely not, you need your rest young lady! Madam Pomfrey intervened, her tone firm, make sure to that this was not negotiable

'Please, I really need to see them… I'm resting, laying down and everything, just give five minutes,' Ms Potter pleaded. 'You let Dumbledore in…'

'He is the headmaster Ms Potter, quite different…' after a minute the normally strict healer crumbled and sighed. 'Oh very well, but five minutes only.'

She then went to let them in, as they were waiting just outside the door, wanting to be let in Harry brightened at the sight of them, then Unconsciously bit her lower lip in sudden nervousness… she had come to the realization that these two were not necessarily her friends, but friends Harry Potter had made, and they had come to see him, she might be nothing but a stranger to them…the thought frightened her dreadfully… This might not have been the best idea after all. Hermione was the first to enter, closing the distance between her to Harry, their eyes met for a moment, Harry's eyes pleading, Hermione's eyes widening, and then taking a seat by the bedside, it took a minute before Ron to join them.

Harry started to feel a little uncomfortable under Ron's gaze, as if judging her on something.

She shrank under his gaze….

'N… Nothing changed mate… where still best friends.' Ron said quietly as he dropped his gaze.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry in a warm hug… 'I'll admit this is a bit surprising and overwhelming… But no matter the three of us will always be close friends… I promise we will never abandon you.'

'Ya, It was bloody scary though, I Thought I was looking at my sister for a moment, it wasn't for Professor Dumbledore. Also you're hair is a little darker.'

Harry tried to get up, but it was if his- no, her body was preventing her from doing just that this change in gender is just going to have to take it's time to get use to of.

'Please remain still Ms Potter, I'm afraid your body rejected the skele-gro I gave you, I don't know why, it is used regrow your bones, so we just have to things the slow way have to wear a cast around your ribs until they have healed completely, with luck you should have the bandages removed by the start of next term. Meaning as long as you are careful and you don't do anything rash, and absolutely no magic for the rest of the term. Your magical core, I'm afraid I won't be able to release you until the end of the term.'

Madam Pomfrey allowed both Ron and Hermione to stay with Harry until just before curfew, when she had to be sent back to bed.

'We promise we'll come back tomorrow, maybe we can talk about names, and I can bring some of the school work you missed.

'Bloody hell Hermione, let her rest a couple days…. But ya you should probably change your name.'

Harry smiled a little, and nodded, it had occurred to her that her name needed to be changed, Dumbledore had brought it up as well, Harry Potter had sadly died when he saved the Philosopher's stone from Quirrell and Voldemort, someone new had been plucked from that chamber, who that person was had yet to be determined.

Ms Potter fell asleep, her mind stuck on Ron and his odd behaviour, all his words seemed forced as if his thoughts were different from what he had said.

She brought comfort from the lack of nightmares, as she fell asleep to the backing call of a dreamless sleep potion, allowing her to sleep peacefully.

The next morning when the new person woke up finding Madam Pomfrey, next to her, preparing potions.

'Good morning Ms Potter, I hope you had a good night's sleep, you will be having a long day ahead of you.' the healer announced.

Ms. Potter grimaced but nodded, after her morning potions, she was visited by Hermione, and rather surprisingly by a very nervous Neville Longbottom… she looked for Ron but he wasn't there.

Hermione gave her a quick hug and smile, before Neville stepped forward presenting a bouquet of white and yellow roses.

She went wide eyed, and smiled, and read the attached note.

'Hope you enjoy, and hope we can be friends.

Neville Longbottom.'

'Thank you so much. I would love to be your friend Neville!' ignoring her stomach for a moment, she tried to get up once more, with Hermione and the Madam Pomfrey's help she managed to get into a sitting position, she held out her arms to Neville, in order to hug, blushing he went closed to hug, after that, Neville explained that the Roses were charmed to never expire. 'Yellow means friendship he continued, 'and white means pure'

'Pure friendship' Ms Potter smiled...then unable to ignore it anymore she slowly asked… 'W- where is Ron?'

'I think he is still sleeping… you know how he is.' Hermione replied, taking note of the pained look in her best friend's eyes.

No one noticed the headmaster quietly enter and started watching the display, along with a set of people around him.

Ms Potter as she started calling herself mentally, for lack of a name, became shy at the prospect of a new life… It wasn't so much as she wasn't keen on having a new life, what was life as a girl even like, what's acceptable and what isn't, a discussion to be had with Hermione when they were alone at least not with any boys around... the longer she thought about it the more daunting the prospect became.

She moved her gaze to the bouquet in her arms, then smiled a little, that was something at least that could be resolved, just then the dd… she remembered the warning the headmaster gave 'Remember in the magical world, you can only change your name once.'

Her aunt, Petunia, and her mother were both named after flowers, silently wondering if her grandmother was too, regardless there was one thing she was certain of. 'R- Rose' she stammered out, looking up again at her two friends… 'Rose Lillian Potter.'

'Oh! That's a beautiful name!' Hermione exclaimed when she realized after a moment.

The headmaster smiled, 'Yes, I quite agree Ms Granger, one I'm very sure your mother would have very much approved of Ms Potter, are you ready to make it official? ' He asked making his presence known, making the students jump of fright…

'May I introduce our delegation.' The Headmaster continued.

'To start off I have the pleasure of introducing, Madam Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the Ministry of Magic. She is here to observe the proceedings and make sure everything is legal. And according to the books' Rose nodded her greeting between introductions, far to nervous at the sudden ceremony to use her voice.

'Next,' Professor Dumbledore continued 'Madam Marii Hedge, head of the department of magical registration for the Ministry of Magic and her apprentice, recent Hogwarts graduate, Emily Clearwater. Here to officiate the proceedings. Finally from the Daily Press, a new news paper, we have there reporter Ms Elisabeth Scribe and her photographer, Mr Jeremy Pict.' The headmaster finished.

'Madam Hedge came forward, all we need you to do is sign here with your old name and just down below it with your new name.' the Department head explained 'everything else has been prepared in advance.'

As Rose started writing, Jeremy, took a photo of her,

True to her word Hermione brought a small pile of school work, that helped keep Rose busy, that day after Neville and Hermione had to leave.

Madam Pomfrey released Rose just before the end of term feast two days later.

Rose realized that except for the first day, Ron had never visited her, her chest started to hurt, she never noticed the tears that had escaped.

She felt as if something, or rather someone had torn her chest open and pulled out her still beating heart and slowly crushed it there fist.

Where his words meaningless?

As the end of term feast started to draw near, with Hermione's help and Professor McGonagall's she managed to stand up and walk a little, Rose realized just how short she is now that she was standing, a howling head and a half shorter than Hermione, a little below chest level on Hermione. Before leaving the head of house, transfigured Rose a new set of clothes, though not Hogwarts Uniform they were nice, a dark blue collar T-shirt with dark red trimming, and a Gryffindor lion on the left sleeve a white skirt.

Soon they, were able to arrive at the great Hall, if it had not been best friend's urging her , Rose would have ran away as soon as she stepped through the doors and everyone in the Great Hall fell silent turned their gaze upon her.

Rose continued sitting in silence… very self-conscious of the gazes directed in her direction, her heart started echoing in her ears, her breath became shallow, her cheeks burning, fighting her instinct to flee from the premise.

Hermione, evacuated her promptly,

'Har… Rose, you just have to ignore them.' Hermione urged trying to calm her friend though lacking in any success. They were soon joined by Professor McGonagall and and Professor Flitwick.

'Anything wrong?' The normally stern transfiguration Professor asked no small hint of worry in her voice.

Hermione bit her lip nervously 'Rose seems to have hard time dealing with attention she been getting Professors.' as she soothed the girl who almost looked a year or two younger than her.

'We could send food up to the common room,' Professor Flitwick replied.

Rose shook her head, 'I… I should eat with everyone else… it's the end of term feast.' She said shyly, not wanting to be treated like someone special.

Hermione felt extremely proud of Rose at that moment...It would have so tempting for her to stay clear of the great hall and the end of term feast.

Slowly the group of four entered the great hall once more; Hermione was paying attention as Rose regained a shallow breath, 'It will be alright, no one here will hurt you.' The brunette soothed, catching Ron staring at Rose.

She found the wait before the feast peaceful or the most part. Rose remained conscious of the gazes that shifted to her from time to time.

Hermione's attempt to distract her seemed to only have a minimal effect.

Though the discussions about Herbology with Neville, who held a passion for the subject, managed to help a little.

Ron has proven distant, Rose wasn't sure why her first friend seemed to ignore her now, she felt it hurt still… why wouldn't he talk?

Rose finally found relief from the crowd turned their attention to the headmaster who stood add the discussions between students and those between professors died away.

'Another year gone!' Dumbledore said cheerfully. 'And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were … you have the howl summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts…'

Rose glanced towards Hermione seeing the bushy haired girl's eyes that she had no intent of emptying her head anywhere over the summer.

Dumbledore continued his speech.

'Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs rewarding and the points stand thus: in fourth place Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw have four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, Four hundred and seventy two.'

A great roar echoed from Slytherin.

Rose felt bitter at the result, wondering how many of those points where fairly given or retracted, it wouldn't have made much of difference for Gryffindors cause, but still… She was sure Slytherin should not have won; Ravenclaw would have deserved the cup far more… glancing at the house of snakes. She saw Malfoy gleefully banging his goblet against the hardwood table.

'Yes, yes, very good Slytherin,' said Dumbledore. 'However, recent events must be taken into account.'

Rose was somewhat pleased to see that some of the smiles among The Slytherins faded and the great-hall faded into silenced once more.

'Ahem,' said Dumbledore. 'I have few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes …

First - to Mr Ronald Weasley …'

Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.

'... for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.

Gryffindor Cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver.

'That's my youngest brother you know… my youngest brother!' Percy could be heard yelling to the other prefects.

Finally order returned to the room, and Dumbledore resumed.

'Second- To Miss Hermione Granger … for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House.' Hermione buried her face into her hands.

Rose gave her a one sided hug. For Some reason, ever since she had woken up in hospital wing, she felt much closer to the bushy haired girl.

Third- to Rose Lillian Potter…' Great Hall turned their attention to her, all Rose could do was gape and wish the floor could just swallow her howl, the only thing keeping her from passing out was Hermione desperately trying to calm the red haired girl, giving the Headmaster a look begging to draw the crowd's attention away.

'... For pure nerve and outstanding courage award Gryffindor house seventy Points.'

Nothing kept Rose from humiliation as the Weasley twins lifted her from her seat and put her on display for the great hall to see sending Her heart racing… the howl time yelling 'Potter won the cup!' Soon joined in by many others…. Rose clings to Hermione as she was finally returned to her seat, shaking uncontrollably.

'Honestly you two, she is frightened enough!' Hermione hissed at the twins, at the same time try to calm Rose.

Hermione continued to glare at the twins had she had just managed to calm the shaken girl down then Dumbledore had Put the spotlight back on her, why couldn't he see that Rose wasn't comfortable.

'Now, if my calculations are correct, we need some new decorations.'

When the feast started! Rose was thankful that most of the attention was removed from her, though whenever she glances towards Ron she would catch him steering, after a moment he would go red in the face, frown at her then go back to eating like a pig while talking to dean and Seamus. The behavior confused her greatly, not mentioned made her feel very uneasy.

Internally Hermione swore when she noticed Draco Malfoy made his way over, 'well, well so it's true, you have been turned into a wench.'

'Leave Malfoy, we have no room for your attitude here!' Hermione replied coolly as she shielded Rose away.

'Shut it filthy mudblood! You and scar head stole the house cup!'

'Malfoy!' Professor McGonagall arrived on the scene looking furious, 'Your feast has just ended, you'll be spending it alone in your common room, Professor Snape will speaking to you at his convenience!'

The feast continued peacefully after that, attention continued to drift towards Rose, but it was mostly on a manageable scale.

Rose took a deep sigh of relief as she and Hermione finally found there into the privacy of the common room, after the end of the end of term feast she couldn't remember ever being that shy before not as Harry, though she remembered him distinctly disliking the attention, but never having such a strong reaction on him. It brought her to turmoil as whether she liked it or not Harry's memories still existed in her mind, and a lot of the time Rose really didn't like it, thus she liked to associate Harry as a different individual entirely.

Neville carried Rose's material positions down from the boy's dorms, which proved very little.

Rose opened her trunk just to find a mess… 'Oh honestly! How could you live like this Harry?!' She thought disgruntled, drawing her hand through her dark auburn hair. Her eyebrows furrowing in frustration as she slowly started to sort through the bag. Putting useless materials to the side to be disposed of, such as old candy wrapper, and several broken quills she soon found Harry's unreadable notes, stains spreading over the text. They would not be salvageable as far as Rose knew this would have to go into the trash pile.

Rose soon found the very first set of Notes, bringing to mind that first potions lesson.

Next Rose found a number of small ink bottles, three of which were empty and one broken, covering a lot of the materials in black ink, also explaining the black ink stains on the ruined notes.

The broken glass shards joined and the empty bottles joined the pile of junk.

She sorted through Harry's oversized clothes, letting tears escape as she realized that she herself would have to go to that dreadful home… that is how Hermione found Rose, a grey dirty T-shirt in her lap.

All of this left Hermione distraught… and confused, she never herd Rose cry despite that being the case, moreover, Harry was her best friend and he was never this affectionate and open, they really seemed like different people entirely… Hermione wasn't by anymeans unaware of the dark patches under her best friends eyes… damn you Ronald! That couldn't have helped the situation… Hermione swore to herself she would help her first and best friend through everything.

When Rose finished crying Hermione helped repack Rose's trunk in an organized manner, quills where placed in the proper placed and secured just above a built it in pack for inks. The notes had special compartment that kept them from going all over the place.

The gray old oversized clothes were soon thrown into the fire, the trash having unnoticeable vanished.

Rose bit her lip as Hermione led her into the girl's dorms.

'Hermione….' Rose started, her face turning a dark shade of red, and becoming uncomfortable warm… the bedding she was setting seemed very interesting all of a sudden,. 'I, I… how do present myself? I don't know, how to live my life, what do I do Hermione?'

'Rose! you need to relax, you lead your life as you normally would, yes there will be few things that you will need to do differently, and you will need to get a new wardrobe…'

The discussion ended taking up the rest of the time in the castle… and as they exited through the main gates, Rose felt she was leaving home.

The prefects guided them into a carriage that seemed to drive itself; it took them down to Hogsmeade station where Hagrid sat waiting from them.

'Ello, wanted see you off after your first year… Rose, Ya' parent would haven been proud of ya, I have somethin here for ya, so you'll at least know wha day looked like, I had ter ask a few favors.' the giant of a man smiled, teary eyed as he handed a squire package wrapped in brown paper.

'Th…thank you Hagrid!'

She gave her very first friend a quick hug,

She then slowly and carefully opened the package finding a photo album instead.

'This is beautiful Hagrid.' Rose whispers as she handled the book, the first picture after opening the front cover, was of a young red haired women, and a man with raven black hair.

'Mum? Dad?' Rose couldn't down at the two young adults waving up at her.

The Hogwarts Express blew a warning whistle in cool spring air, and separating her from Hagrid for the summer.

Rose prayed that she could find Ron once more and confront the boy why he didn't hangout with her or Hermione anymore, but once more he proved allusive.

'Don't worry about Ron… you have done nothing to warrant what he has done.' Hermione Said when she noticed Rose looking.

Rose nodded sadly, not knowing what to say.

Both soon found a compartment… and Rose soon fell asleep after a long stressful day, the photo album hugged closely to her chest.

Hermione took the time to do some of her summer homework, eventually finding that she needed use the restroom, she removed herself for the compartment, it was on her way back that she ran into a familiar red haired boy.

Her anger swelled.

'How Could You!'v She bellowed, 'She counted on you Ron, You Rolf her nothing would change! do you have any idea how much it hurt her that you abandoned her like that, why Ron! She had done nothing against you.'

Ron didn't reply just stood there, he then shook his head, turned around, and left… as if nothing had happened. Leaving a wide eyed Hermione behind, in complete disbelief.

She returned to the compartment finding Rose in the middle of one of her constant nightmares.

Hermione just managed to get Rose wake, who took to hugging, I don't want to go back there Hermione… I… Hermione, I need you take my wand and Hedwig with you, I do not trust them not to do anything.' Rose exclaimed fearfully, grasping

'Rose, I can do that for you, but how can you send messages without Hedwig?

'I do not know. I'll have to reply with the owl that delivers, but please keep Hedwig safe.

Hedwig herself, disliked where the conversion had gone to, she had met her owners relatives, and she didn't like the idea of her being stuck three alone for the summer.

Far too soon, for either of their liking they arrived at a very crowded platform 9 ¾.

Looking out the window Hermione and Rose found a lot of fleshes amongst the crowd.

'What on earth?' Hermione muttered,

She instructed Rose to remain seated; Rose was simply not tall enough to reach the overhead bins.

Rose handed Hermione her wand and Hedwig… as they left the compartment.

Soon Rose and Hermione departed the train, as they couldn't stay put… and in seconds Rose was swarmed by reporters… all shouting questions, the poor girl took refuge behind an equally frightened Hermione, flashes came from everywhere, Hedwig screeched loudly.

Rose felt her heart pumping in her ears, her head started to spin, her breath feeling increasingly shallow.

Hermione did her best to guide them through the crowd and was very thankful when the twins and Neville turned up, the twins parting the reporters to give way.

It was mess, and both were thankful they managed to get through the portal into mundane Kings Cross station.

As soon as they were though, and Rose could look around, her heart sank, plain as day, there stood the man who haunted her nightmares, Vernon Dursley, stood impatiently, snarling, his nose flared 'You still look like a runt… come on I don't have all day… damn freak.

'Don't worry Rose, I'll find a way to get you away from them.' Hermione whispered, to her best friend as she eyed Vernon with contempt.

Before she had a chance to say goodbye, Rose found herself being herded away.

Hermione's temper flared as she watched helplessly Rose being dragged away… her own parents watching on worriedly.

'We have to get her away from them mum! I know she has been having nightmares about returning to that place!' she begged when they got in the car.

Meanwhile, Rose had to hurriedly put her trunk in the bag as uncle Vernon, started car, and was running the throttle. Barely leaving time for her to shut the door before taking off.

Number four Privet Drive, was a house that looked identical to every other house around it.

The owners liked to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.

Unknown to almost everyone this was also the home of Rose Lillian Potter.

Rose was very thankful that she had sent her wand and Hedwig away when she spotted the Fire in fireplace in the living room.

Vernon dragged her in and forced to sit down, and watch as her trunk was thrown into the inferno, as all her school materials and her photo album, and any memory of Harry-Potter slowly got eaten alive.

The last Rose saw burn where small fragments of her school books, Vernon then dragged her away, by her hair.

'There will be some new rules around here freak. You will stay in here, unless you doing your chores and you won't be studying your freakishness at all, you won't go to bed until the chores are done every day,' He raved,'Lastly you will not talk unless spoken to!'

Rose nodded. Then she was locked away in the cupboard under the stairs… awaiting Aunt Petunia to rattle on the door.

She was left to an uncertain future… praying that she would be saved.

After she fell asleep that night, the events that had happened replayed in her mind. Ronald's behavior left Rose tossing and turning on the small uncomfortable mattress.

She had gotten up early next morning, cooked breakfast for the Dursley's set the table, wait until they had finished eating in her Cupboard before then clearing the table and cleaning the dishes and the table, then cleaned the house top to bottom.

Then weeded the garden, and cut the grass. By the time chores had ended it was time to cook dinner, set the table again, wait in the cupboard again, and then clear the table.

Unfortunately, it seemed the pork was undercooked, so the dinning has to be cleaned after a large mess.

Rose was down on her knees when abruptly, Uncle Vernon kicked her hard in the stomach, and she soon found herself leaning against the wall. Hands and feet bound in leather.

There was bottle of Whiskey in the table half empty, the cork lay on the table.

'You must - hick - be pun - hick - PUNISHED! Hick Freak!

Rose cried out in pain as a brown leather belt struck her back.

Shortly followed by a second time, third, fourth, fifth… thirty times her uncle whipped his new niece; her shirt torn soaked and stained with her blood.

She lay on the floor unconscious.

She next opened her eyes a few days later in her cupboard. She noticed that she no longer had her clothes, she was feeling cold, her hands and feet were bound to the wall by chains, and she felt cold mettle around her neck.

At the end of the day her uncle would open the cupboard, splash a glass of water on her, and then leave.

Every so often she would be brought out her small cupboard under the stairs and given another thirty lashes before being returned.

This continued for the next several months during the summer when she abruptly fell into someone's arms.

AN:
Poor Rose, Ron pulling a stunt like that... why on earth would he do that? You will have to find out as the story progresses.

Hope you enjoyed the first Chapter.

I have not yet decided on any pairings fo If anything happens, we will see it develop over time.

This a blind story, meaning that I have no real plan or notes for this story… it will be interesting to see where this ends up, hope things get better for Rose at least.

I would to thank my editor for taking the Time to go through and clean up the story, and helping make Rose a more believable character.

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