I don't own any characters apart from Rose.
This is my first story so please don't kill me, Alright? This story is set in Harry's third year I hope you enjoy and carry on reading because it will get betterđź’•
"Can I sit here?" Rose asked a student, in her first Hogwarts lesson.
"Sure."
Pulling the chair out and sitting down, she glanced at the student, a boy of 13 with bright green eyes and a messy, black hair with a scar on his forehead the shape of a lightning bolt. He pushed his glasses back further onto his nose.
"Your… your Harry Potter?" Rose gasped at the boy. Rose was a young wizard who had joined Hogwarts late in her third year and heard tales of the wonderful Harry Potter.
"Um… yeah. I guess I am." He sighed, inspecting the new student who had just joined his year. Rose had smooth skin, hazel brown eyes, bushy, curly hair and sweet smile.
"Sorry! You must get so annoyed when people do that!"
"You wouldn't believe."
Then suddenly Harry began telling Rose about all the unwanted publicity and stares he received. She listened, intently, to his moans and smiled when he heaved a sigh and stopped.
"Your seriously good at listening."
"I guess I am."
"Sorry if I went on a bit. I mean we just met."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you've got so much more to worry about."
Harry nodded, thinking about the evil Sirius Black who he worried was coming after him. Publicity was the least of his problems when he had an escaped serial killer after him.
For the rest of the lesson Rose and Harry talked. Harry found out she was a only half-blood child who'd started school late as she had been too depressed for 2 years, due to the recent death of her mother.
"I'm so sorry about your Mother" Harry said.
"It's alright. But sometimes it feels like I'm missing a piece of me, you know, like I've lost half of my soul without her being there." She sighed.
"That must of sounded weird." She gushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed she'd spilled that out to a boy she'd known for just an hour.
"No, I totally understand." He smiled, putting his hand on hers, which was lying on the desk.
Her emotions matched exactly his when it came to his parents' death, she knew how it felt to lose someone close to you. Hemione and Ron could never know he felt cause they'd never experienced it but she did.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Harry removed his hand, cursing himself for putting it there. When the lesson ended he felt kind of sad in a way.
In charms class he looked around to see if she was in his class. After a short period of time had passed in the lesson Harry still hoped she'd appear. All students get lost on their first day, he thought. After a while it was clear they weren't in the same class.
"Harry, what's up with you? You haven't talked for the whole lesson." Ron pointed out, leaning towards his chair.
"Just thinking." Harry replied, adding a small smile.
At lunch, Rose sat down at an empty row of chairs on the gryffindor table. Other witches and wizards stared, wearily, at her as she helped herself to a pumpkin and rose petal salad on the empty row. Rose gave them a glare back, thinking how rude the kids at her new school were.
First day and I'm sitting alone, way to go, Rose!
Harry noticed her as soon as he stepped into the dining hall.
"Let's sit with her. I know her." Harry grinned to Hermione and Ron, pointing at her.
"Are you sure? I mean she's alone, that's kind of weird and…" Ron began.
"It's her first day." Harry snapped, giving Ron a dirty look.
Rose nearly jumped when Harry and his friends sat down beside her, grinning at her. Ron's grin the biggest as he saw her up close, admiring her attractiveness.
"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley." He smiled, grabbing hold of her hand and shaking it.
"Rose Woods, nice to meet you."
"No, nice to meet you. I mean really nice…" Ron sighed, receiving a weird glance from Harry.
"Hermione Granger." Hermione nodded politely, receiving a shy smile from Rose.
The four began chatting at the more they chatted the more they like Rose. They all thought of her as a sweet girl. When Hermione found out she'd read the whole set of The History Of Magic they began a heated conversion on their thoughts and views of it.
"Smart, pretty and nice. You've really scored now, Harry." Ron grinned.
"Where'd you meet her?"
"Just in lesson."
"You like her? Like… like like?"
"Fancy Rose? No."
"Good, cause I do. You'll see the magic of Ron Weasley's flirting."
Harry laughed, although for someone reason the fact Ron liked Rose bothered him.
"What's so funny?" Rose asked.
"Nothing."
The next day, Rose stayed with Harry and his friends, growing closer to them and priding herself on finally making new friends.
The night before Hermione had helped Rose with her homework while Ron stared, mouth drooling and Harry struggled with his own homework wishing Hermione would help him too.
The group ate a breakfast of pancakes and toast before having separate lessons and then meeting at break.
"I still don't understand why the stairs have to move though!" Rose exclaimed to Ron, Harry and Hermione as they walked outside through the pathway to their potion lesson.
Draco Malloy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, began walking towards them down the path.
"Hey potty!" He grinned at Harry.
"Malfoy." Ron spat in disgust.
"Weasel! Still borrowing your older brother's robes?"
Harry turned to Rose and began saying "Mind him, he's Malfoy, and he's not someone you'll want to hang around."
"Ah, Rose! Long time no see, surprised you didn't get into Slytherin, I mean half your family did." Malloy smirked.
"You know him?" Hermione choked.
Rose looked down, getting to know the stone pavement very well.
"Are you embarrassed?" He smiled, now enjoying himself. " Oh, Rose and I go way back, don't we?"
To be continued...