I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING THAT WAS SENT BY J.K. ROWLING FROM THE GODS , BUT I DO OWN ROSE! HAHA!

Introduction: On September 9th, 1978 , Rose Longbottom , the first child of Frank and Alice Longbottom, was born in Edinburgh ,Scotland . Two years later, her brother Neville was born. In 1981, Frank and Alice Longbottom were tortured to the point of insanity and were rushed to St. Mungo's hospital where they would make their permanent residence. Rose and Neville were left in the hands of their Gran in St. John Wood, London, England. Growing up with a strict, traditional English woman was tough on both Rose and Neville ,but they made it out alive, and in return , loved their Gran very much. In 1989 , Rose received her Hogwarts letter and that's when all the adventure began!

Chapter 1:

"Are you sure you've packed all your things, dearie?" Mrs. Longbottom inquired after Rose.

"I'm pretty sure ,Gran. I've only checked it 10 times." Rose cheekily replied. Gran straightened up a bit , displeased with her granddaughter's attitude ,but then decided to brush it aside. After all, she wasn't going to see her until Christmas. " Well, you better board the train now. It's 10:56. Hogwarts Express leaves exactly at 11:00." She demanded as she hugged Rose. "Alright, Bye Gran. Bye Neville." Rose stated as she leaned in a hugged her brother tightly. Rose was extremely protective of him since Neville was not aggressive like other boys his age. She cared for him fervently. "Bye Rose. I'll miss you… a lot." Neville sniffled as he rubbed his eyes. "It's okay, Neville. Christmas will be here before you know it and so will I." Rose said. Neville gave her a small smile. Finally, Rose left the secure side of her Gran and brother and boarded the train just one minute before it took off.

Once on the train, Rose found an empty compartment, or at least, what she thought was empty. Rose had just sat down when she realized that a great, big balloon was hovering over her head. She jumped out of the way just in time before red paint splattered all over the seat. Suddenly, two gingers appeared at the compartment door.

"Bloody Hell! It didn't work! George , you said it would work!"

"It was suppose to ,but I guess she moved out of the way. Look, at least the other prank worked."

"Yeah, like a hippogriff swimming ,but I must admit it was still quite hilarious."

The two gingers decided to finally acknowledge Rose's appearance.

"I'm George ,and this is my brother Fred." The ginger on the left stated as he held out his hand. Rose shook it and smiled and then shook Fred's hand. Both were good looking , Fred having more of looks and George having more of the wit and intelligence , but Rose was pleased by both of them ,even if they had just tried to soak her in red paint.

"You two are twins." Rose stated , still astounded at how alike they looked.

"Thanks for pointing that out ,Captain Obvious." George replied as he raised an eyebrow. Fred laughed.

"You're Welcome, Mr. Sarcasm." Rose replied as she made Fred laugh even more.

"I see you're trained in the department of humor. I like it." George smiled.

"I see you're trained in the department of cheesy pick-up lines. I'm amused." Rose threw it right back at him. George blushed ,but Rose gave him a reassuring smile – a smile that he would eventually give her when she would blush- to make sure that he knew she was joking.

"Ah, love birds already? That was quick!" Fred chimed in. Rose glared at him then changed the subject by asking them to help her clean up the paint. They happily obliged and later engaged in deep conversation about quidditch and what to expect at Hogwarts as they were all first years.

"Better be RAVENCLAW!" the sorting hat shouted as the upper classmen of Ravenclaw cheered on their new member of house.

McGonagall glanced at the list and then said "Rose Longbottom." Rose stepped up and sat on the stool. McGonagall gently placed the sorting hat on her head.

"Ah…hmm…there is something about you that I cannot place. You have the intelligence and wit of a Ravenclaw yet the courage and chivalry of a Gryffindor and…yes…unknown powers…well, at least to you ,but not your mother…yes…you are quite like her…and your father… Well then, I shouldn't put you in any house ,but Gryffindor!" The hat shouted as the Gryffindors clapped for Rose as she made her way to the table.

About a half hour had passed when the Weasley Twins were called up to be sorted. One right after the other made their way excitedly to the Gryffindor table. "Surprised to see us Perc?" Fred asked, smirking. "Not at all , Fred. " said Fred and George's older brother Percy in a monotonous tone.

George spotted you at the table and quickly changed his seat next to yours. "Hey, what was the sorting hat talking about, you know, about those 'unknown powers' of yours? Are you some superhero or something?" he inquired. "I have absolutely no clue." Rose replied as she too was stumped and slightly scared about what the sorting hat had told her. Fred made his way over to George and Rose and delightfully seized the opportunity to harass both of them. " First , you two are inseparable on the train , and now you two have to sit together…Gees! Talk about rushing it! We're only 11!"

"Shut up, Fred, or I'll write a letter home telling mom that it was you that set her wardrobe on fire, not Ginny." George threatened his brother, both of them were quite amused and knew that they were only pulling each other's legs; Nonetheless, Rose caught onto it ,but indentified George as the more sensitive one. Her thoughts were interrupted by Percy. "Fred, George, can you both hush? Dumbledore is about to give his speech!" "Prat." The two ginger twins muttered under their breaths. Rose giggled which turned Percy's attention towards her as he yelled at her to hush up as well. Boy, this is going to one exciting year if I stick around with these two…I think I might. Rose thought.