Hello, I would just like to say that I do not own Harry Potter. I rate this story T. And now, enjoy!
When Harry met Rosie
Rosie Hoffman was not just any old girl. She looked and acted like all the others but she had something special, and when she bumped into Harry Potter one day, it was destined to change their lives.
Rosie's Dawn
Rosie woke up on the morning of her birthday feeling terrible; she was trembling uncontrollably and her eyes were full of tears. She hurt all over and was covered in bruises. Then she remembered the night before. . .
It had only been for a bit of fun, when Rosie and all of her friends decided to go to the power plant and stir up a bit of trouble; shame that when they came back, Lynsey was dead. Rosie had cried that night like she had never cried before, she cried until her eyes had no tears left, and then she drifted into a nightmare world which just played and replayed the scene over and over in her head.
. . . 'Come on people! Please come home' Lynsey begged, 'its dark and I want to leave'.
No answer. She trudged off alone into the dark and aimed in the direction of home, or so she thought. She wasn't thinking of much, maybe she was remembering a nicer night than this, one where she was safe. Whatever her thoughts, she wasn't looking where she was going.
Rosie couldn't work out where Lynsey had gone; the last thing she had heard was Lynsey complaining for the fifth time that night. She decided not to worry; after all, Lynsey was the most sensible person she knew. As she turned back to her friends, a massive burst of light exploded from a few metres away. All of them flew into the air like rag dolls and thumped to the floor. Rosie was crying now, her body bruised and battered, she shouted for her friends but they didn't hear. And now, now all she could think about was Lynsey. Where was she? Was she alright? Rosie staggered away to find herself in a blackened area. Nothing was left. Except, what was that? It looked like jewellery, like one of Lynsey's earrings that she made. Rosie finally knew what had happened. Her head reeled and blackness fell. . . .
Rosie wished that the dream would stop. She wished it were only a dream. Nothing would stop those awful images floating around her head. She knew it was her fault in the first place, she had suggested their little trip. Lynsey had been against it all the way, but of course she was dragged along. .
Rosie had been so preoccupied with blaming herself for her friend's death that she hadn't noticed that she was glowing or that whatever she looked at turned into dust.
When she finally realised what was happening, a very different boy awoke with a jolt. . .
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