This is taking place at the end of third year. I do not own Harry Potter. The events of Harry Potter up until this point are all the same, Harry is just a girl named Rosemary Marie Evaline Potter. Obviously she slept in the same room as Hermione and Ginny when she stayed at the burrow previously.

I slowly stepped down from the Hogwarts Express, looking at it wistfully, before turning back around and looking for the Dursleys. I ignored Hermione and Ron, who were fighting behind me, they hadn't been the best of friends to me lately, too wrapped up in each other. I saw the twins talking to Lee Jordan and as they glanced at me simultaneously with grins I gave them a nod and a small smile. I sighed and walked reluctantly toward my family, who were looking at the people around them with contempt. I dragged my truck through the crowd and halted in front of my uncle. I looked at the three of them, Vernon and Petunia looked the same but Dudley had changed a lot.

It looked as if he had been regularly exercising and not eating so much, he no longer resembled a young whale but had some real muscle on him, he had lost the baby fat on his face and he had dyed his hair to a dark red color, his whole clothing style had apparently changed as well considering that he looked like a typical punkish kid. But this wasn't the most shocking change. The biggest change was the way he looked at me, it wasn't with the stupid and mean look that had always previously been present, but he had a small smile on his lips. I noticed a very faint scar on his cheek and looked at it curiously until my Uncle interrupted my examination of the new Dudley.

The kind look that was on my cousins face immediately changed back to a cruel stupid look when his father spoke, "Well, come on freak we haven't got all day to waste on someone as pathetic and stupid as you." He sneered, the look on my aunts face matched.

I bowed my head and nodded with a quiet, "Yes, Uncle." I picked my trunk up and set it on a trolley along with my cat, Bowan. I had gotten him first year because I really didn't need an owl, I hadn't anyone to write too. I pushed the trolley through the barrier and out of the Kings Cross Station.

As the car pulled in the driveway of Number Four me and my cousin got out of the car and I pulled my stuff out of the car. My Uncle stopped me as I went by his window with one of his pudgy hands, "Me and your aunt are running to the sportsman store, I have a gold game with some potential clients and need some new clubs. We will be back in a couple hours, no freakish business while we are away and stay away from Dudley, do you hear me brat?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon, Sir." Was my meek reply as I pulled my things up to the doorstep, as soon as the car was out of sight Dudley turned toward me and smiled softly.

"Do you need help with your things? They look heavy..." He looked slightly nervous, "Look Rosy, I'm sorry for picking on you, dad told me to, and I know that's no excuse for my actions, but I have changed this year and I want to start over." He said this in a rush, clearly expecting rejection.

I smiled at my cousin and set my stuff down to give him a tentative hug and as I pulled away I replied, "It's okay cousin, I forgive you."

He smiled and nearly knocked us both over with a big hug. He released me and picked up my truck, hefting it up onto his shoulder and walking up the stairs with a large smile smeared across his face. I shook my head to clear it before grabbing Bowan and following him.

He set the trunk down on my floor before sitting on my old rickety bed. He looked around with a grimace. "I got to say Dudley, I definitely like the new look." I said, giving him a small wink.

He laughed and patted the spot next to him. I plopped down on the bed beside him and looked at him curiously. He sighed and peered into my eyes for a second. He lifted himself slightly and pulled a

small, worn diary from his pocket. I looked at it, intrigued. I leaned in closer to it and my eyes widened drastically when I saw my aunts name inscribed on it. He opened it and flipped to a cat eared page and shoved it in my direction, instead focusing on petting Bowan.

I read the page a couple times before it sank it, Dudley was adopted? But he looks just like Vernon! Well...not anymore but still! My head shot up to look at him and he gave me a small sad smile.

"I went to the orphanage and I managed to get some information on my parents, they said that my parents were tortured into insanity by a terrorist and were in a hospital, but I checked every hospital within a hundred miles and didn't find them anywhere. Rose, I think they are like you...Like us." He added.

My eyes widened, "Dudley do you mean that you are a wizard? You can do magic?"

He nodded and a big smile crossed my face, I squealed and hugged him quickly. "What are their names Dudley? What is yours?"

"Their names are Alice and Frank Longbottom. Mine's Adrian Lukas Longbottom. Have you heard of them Rosy?" He asked. I sat rigidly, my cousin, Dudley, was Neville's brother.

"I know your brother, his name is Neville. He goes to my school." I croaked. "Dud-I mean Adrian, we need to go to Diagon Alley, we need to go to St. Mungos as well...How...Why do you look like Vernon?"

"I have a brother? The orphanage didn't mention one... Well, I confronted Petunia. When she was overdue in pregnancy she lost the baby, she felt disgusted with herself and Vernon was away on a business trip so she adopted me. I was about a month younger than I should have been but Vernon never found out. She went to a potion shop and bought a glamour potion and used Vernon's hair in it to make me look similar to him." There was an concealed anger on his face.

Snuggling into his side I said, "I bet Vernon was a nice shade of purple when he found out..." I giggled slightly.

Adrian (I'm calling him that now.) chuckled but quickly turned serious and said, "He doesn't know...Yet. I wanted to find my real parents first and see if I have any family to take me in before I get myself kicked out."

A small laugh bubbled from my mouth and I smiled and said, "You know... We could always go stay at the Leaky Cauldron." He tilted his head questioningly. "It's a pub and an entrance to Diagon Alley."

He nodded and said, "Well, if we are leaving, then right now would be a good time. Where is this Leaky Cauldron place?"

"London, but we can just catch the Knights Bus..." I felt a evil laugh try to escape but I held it in. "It's the fastest way."

He said, "Okay, pack what you want to bring quickly." Adrian left the room and I quickly looked around the room and started shoving anything that belonged to me into it, though that was not much considering I usually took all my belongings to Hogwarts, and I hadn't yet unpacked my trunk.

I looked at my trunk thoughtfully, a featherweight charm would be handy right now... but there are spells on my wand...Dumbledore does wandless magic and he implies that I am more powerful then him... I shrugged and lifted my hand over my trunk and imagined what it felt like when the magic went down my arm and out of my wand's tip. I pushed the magic out of my hand and though of what I wanted to happen, it had worked when I was younger, and I felt my magic pulse slightly. I peered at the trunk and hesitantly reached down and lifted it. A smile broke out on my face as I lifted the now extremely light trunk.

I did a little jig before wheeling my trunk to the top of the stairs. I waited patiently for my ex-cousin thinking about the new information. A though stuck me, 'why did it take until now for Adrian's magic to surface? And why didn't he get a Hogwarts letter?...Dumbledore. It had to be. After all, Neville had been put into his grandmother's care, why hadn't Adrian?

I felt suspicion consume my thoughts, 'why had the Sorcerer's Stone been placed in Hogwarts when there were children that could be harmed there? How had Dumbledore not sensed the magic on the back of Quirrel's head when he was supposed to be extraordinarily powerful? Same with the diary of the handsome Tom Riddle. How had he not noticed the darkness consume Guinerva Weasley? Dumbledore was the Head of the Wizengamont, why had he not demanded that Sirius Black got a trial? If he had done so then he would have never been in Azkaban. Better yet why had she gone to Aunt Petunia? Why had she not been sent to live with Moony? Dumbledore placed me at this hell hole. He wanted me here. Why? He wanted me broken so he could control me... He was testing me the past years!' I though angrily.

"Let's get out of here." I heard Adrian say from beside me. I would talk to him about all of this later. Right now we need to get the hell out of here. He wasn't straining but I could see the muscles in his arm coiled tightly as he held the duffel bag. I did the same process I used on my trunk. It came faster this time and he stared at me in shock before shaking his head with a smile.

Together we walked out the front door, not looking back, and continued walking until they were on Mongolia Crescent(A/N: I'm not sure if that's the right name of the street but I'm sure you all know what I mean). I looked down the street looking for any movement, when I saw none I pulled my wand free from the holster on my arm and held it to the street.

Adrian gasped when the bus bolted to a stop in front of them. I smiled at Stan as he read the regular boring speech. I pulled out a couple galleons as he talked and pressed them into his hand. He stopped talking and looked up, "Oh! Littl' Ms. Longbott'm was it?" I nodded and internally cackled at the irony. Stan gave me a toothy grin and looked over my shoulder. "An' who is this?"

"Hello Stan, this is my cousin Adrian, just call me Rose, I told you!" I laughed a little and climbed on the bus, Adrian in tow. I pulled him onto a near seat. "The Leaky Cauldron Ernie please!"

I looked to Adrian and with an evil smile said, "Hold on tight," In a creepy voice. He looked confused and then clung to the pole of our bed as the bus lurched forward. He sent me a glare. We stopped to let a man who looked to be in his thirties off but soon we were stepping off the bus... Well I was stepping, Adrian more of flung himself out and onto the ground. I grinned and gave a wave to Stan and Ernie.

I plucked my new friend off of the ground and he let out an indignant squawk. With a stern look, one inherited from my Head-of-House, I said, "Pull up your hood, don't say my name or we will get swarmed."

I pulled Adrian into the smoky pub and headed straight to the bar. "A room please, Tom. Two beds. Put it under Evans. I'll pay when we leave." I spoke in a different tone so that there wasn't a chance that someone listening in would recognize my voice.

The man nodded to a boy who looked around sixteen or seventeen and grabbed a key off of the wall before leading us up the stairs to room five. I thanked him politely in the same voice and led Adrian into the room.

As soon as I shut the door Adrian burst out, "Did you see how much magic they were casting! It was amazing!"

I smiled softly at the way he reacted, remembering my own reaction. I set my trunk near the wall and Adrian dropped his duffel bag. He spun in a circle laughing. I gave a catlike yawn and plopped down on one of the beds. Adrian seemed to get the point and settled into the remaining bed.

After getting dressed in their bathroom they stood in front of the mirror. I concentrated and imagined myself with dirty blonde hair and light, icy green eyes. My skin lightened and my face became or aristocrat like. I had discovered this ability once when Dudley had decided to bring his friends for a little 'Rose hunt'.

I placed my hand lightly on Adrian's face and changed his hair to black with red tips. This had taken more concentration because I was using wandless and wordless magic to transfigure his hair. I didn't need to do anything else, in fact I probably didn't have to do anything, but he had been so awed when I changed myself that I decided to be nice.

He looked at his hair and smirked, "I actually think this rather suits me." He twisted his head back and forth, examining it in the mirror.

I walked down the stairs dressed in leather pants, a tight azure colored tank top my mid back length hair into a high ponytail and left my bangs out. I had an intense azure eyeshadow to match the shirt and bring out my icy eyes. I nodded to Tom and made my way to the Diagon Alley entrance.

I tapped the correct bricks and as they moved to the side to show the alley I said, "Welcome, Adrian, to Diagon Alley."