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Rosie Thomas and the Philosophers stone

Chapter one – Journey to Hogwarts

"Do you mind?" I looked up from the book I was reading to find a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever laid upon staring down at me.

"No, not at all" I smiled back quickly before looking back down at my book, not reading it like last time. I was concentrating too hard on trying not to blush. It worked for a while until I felt his gaze on me, it was then it decided to creep back onto my face.

"Hi" He said to me from the opposite side of the compartment. I looked up from my book once more to finally look at him and not just his eyes. He wasn't at all a bad looking boy just slightly average, far too skinny with messy, jet black hair, gorgeous green eyes covered in a pair of broken round glasses and a small lightening bolt scar on his fore head. "I'm Harry, Harry potter"

I looked at the boy before me and he had an expression as if he were bracing for something, some sort of reaction. I didn't quite understand.

"Nice to meet you harry" I answered back kindly unable to keep the smile off my face. "I'm Rosie-", but I never got to finish that sentence for the door of the compartment swung open and in walked a boy with red hair and freckles holding an ugly, fat, brown rat proudly. Artie made a little chirp by the window upon his entrance.

"Anyone sitting there?" he asked pointing to the seat next to me, not even bothering to look in my direction. I was used to this from my Aunt so I didn't mind much.

"Nope, just me" I replied, gaining a surprised look from the red head who obviously hadn't noticed me. He just sat down quietly next to my left, still staring at me making me blush even more. I am used to people not talking to me. I live with my Aunt Mirielle who absolutely detests me and magic and won't even look in my direction anymore. We lived in a small cottage in France away from everyone and everything since my parents died when I was almost two.

She had married a Muggle called Lionel and his brother was a wizard but he died when I was five leaving the two of us, he wasn't a particular nice man either but it didn't mean that I wanted him to die, just thrown off the face of the earth. The funny thing about living in France is that my Aunt only speaks to me in Bulgarian and at school I had to speak fluent French not to mention English for my classes. That is why my accent is completely messed up. Not to mention the fact that we moved to Britain when I was eight so that just piles on to the strangeness of my accent. We now live in a one bed roomed house but Mirielle is moving in with her fiancé Paul Mason and his son Evan while I'm still at Hogwarts so when I come back I'll be in a different home, hopefully a four bedroomed house, that way i'd get my own room. Incase your wondering they are having a Christmas wedding and as usual I am not invited.

"Sorry, It's just everywhere else is full" He explained to me still staring before he turned back to look at the dark haired boy once more with a small blush evident on his face. I could tell that he doesn't talk to girls very often, if so that would certainly explain a lot. I don't talk to boys very often, infact the closest contact to a guy I've had is my Aunt's fiancé, Paul, and his son, Evan, who is two years older than me and has an obvious crush on me though I can't understand why. He had even admitted it to me one day and if that wasn't clear enough he attempted to shove his tongue down my throat. I was only nine at the time and it was absolutely disgusting, he tasted like fish and I hate fish. He got what he deserved, a punch in the face.

As the train slowly began to move and I took my book and set it back down on my lap and flicked the pages open. It was a potions book but not one that we had been instructed to buy before we came to Hogwarts, its far was more advanced. I read all the course books as soon as I got them as I wanted to catch up on as much as possible. I wouldn't class myself as a swot or anything like that but I have an eidetic memory which for me that mean's I only have to read things once and only once before remembering it completely, not to mention I am an un-naturally fast reader and writer. I'm not entirely sure if that is even normal for someone like me, with an eidetic memory, but it's the case. It must just affect my witchy gifts or something. I'm already a freak so I wouldn't be utterly surprised if that were the case.

"Wicked!" The red headed boy yelled next to me causing me to jump about three foot into the air; my book tumbled out of my arms and onto my foot ensuing me to hiss out in pain before sending a quick, yet subtle, glare the boy's way. Why did the books in Britain have to be so...heavy?

"What's wicked?" I asked picking up my book from the floor or rather foot. I was sure I'd be getting a bruise the next day.

Harry turned to me showing his scar. How peculiar. I leaned over towards him and lightly poked it seeing if anything happened...nope, nothing, just a simple scar. I then shrugged and put my feet back up on the other side of the compartment and allowed my eyes to flutter shut. I was beginning to feel comfortable. Maybe this is just what I need...human company, other than my red robin Artie.

When we had first moved to Britain my Aunt's cat Boris had tracked down a little baby Robin, I found him taking a swipe at it outside in the garden the one day I was allowed out of the house. I was beyond furious and snatched the little Robin from Boris's pointed whiskers and nursed him back to health. Since then he's been my little companion, although sometimes I get this strange feeling that he can understand me but I never read into that. I had expected him to fly away once he was well. I took him outside and threw him up expecting him to fly away and he did just that but later that night I woke up to a tapping noise and it there he was, perched outside on my window.

"So, everybody has scars." I replied sending a small smile towards the boy who nodded in thanks, well, at least I think he did. I didn't know because my eyes weren't exactly open at the time. I did hear some movement from his side though.

"Don't you know who he is?"

"Don't you know who I am?" I challenged back with a cheeky smile playing on my lips. I wasn't used to smiling this much, my aunt practically forbid it. I'm not even supposed to talk to Aunt Mirielle unless she talks to me first. The only reason she's looking after me is because she made a promise to my father whom she never talks about. He's a sore subject; she doesn't even keep any pictures of him around the house. Infact I don't even know his name or surname, the only thing I know about him is that I have his dark brown eyes and still that doesn't really tell me anything about him. Come to think of it, Mirielle never looks me in the eyes and everytime she does she tears up slightly and gets irritated with me.

The red headed boy just shook his head wildly with wide eyes while Harry snickered at the scene playing before him. It was as if he knew what was going to happen next. Maybe he's related to Artie? I snickered at that thought before turning back to the red head.

"Well, I should hope not. It would be a little weird and completely creepy if you knew who I were Ronald Weasley" I smirked back and chuckled lightly at his completely weirded out expression.

"Yeah, you're right it is creepy but I can't help but wonder how in the bloody hell you know my name?" He squeaked out looking at me like I was some sort of well...creep. His rat was drooling on his leg, quite disgusting, as he continued to gawk at me.

"Eh, It's on your trunk," I shrugged with a slight smile feeling the faint blush creep back onto my face as me continued to stare at me. "I'm Rosie by the vay and I suppose we all know Harry here" I smiled, winking at harry before tightening the band in my hair. I didn't want it pinging free and my wavy, Auburn hair from slipping past my shoulders.

Ron opened his mouth again, clearly about to speak, but I held my hand up cutting him off, "And before you ask why I have a slight accent it's because I'm part Bulgarian but I've lived in France since I was two and I have been living in Britain for the last three years" prompting it to close with a slight pop. It wasn't a strong accent at all, just evident but I could pronounce all of my word correctly...they just had a slight twang to them. I also talk a little faster than normal but who can help that?

Ron nodded in understanding, it was clear he was going to ask about that later.

"Nice to meet you Rosie" He replied with a toothy smile, extending his hand out towards me which I shook happily.

The rest of the train ride was rather laid back, for me anyway. Harry, Ron and I ended up chatting animatedly about Hogwarts, listening intently as he spoke about the Houses and his family. What I would give to have a large, loving family like his.

When the trolley lady came around Harry basically bought the entire trolley, it was amazing, he told us we could just help ourselves but I wasn't entirely sure and insisted I would pay him back. After all my father was apparently a rich man as I found out quite recently when the deputy head of Hogwarts took me to Diagon Alley in London to buy my things.

When McGonagall took me to Gringotts I was thoroughly stumped when they used my necklace as the key to my bank account which I never knew I had. I had that necklace ever since I could remember and I had no idea that held the key to a bank full of millions of Galleons, thousands of knuts and hundreds of sickles.

It was a Sapphire blue, stone in a tear drop shape encrusted with white gold and diamonds, the stone isn't actually sapphire but a rare magic rock or stone that has belonged in my father's family since anyone could possibly remember, according to McGonagall anyway. I had epected it to go to my Aunt Mirielle but my grandmother had given it to me as soon as I was born as if she were expecting my mother to give birth to a girl, slightly creepy if you ask me.

McGonagall then informed me I would be the richest young witch in Britain, Bulgaria and France. I ended up absolutely stuffing my bag with gold coins, silver coins and bronze ones in the pretty velvet black bag as a gift from McGonagall. It had an un-detectable expansion charm on it, which was quite handy. All I had to do was whisper what I wanted and it would pop right out, apparently it had been a gift from my mother to McGonagall and she had wanted to give it to me. I found this rather sweet. The only down part about this was that they wouldn't tell me who my father was and that they insisted I had to work it out for myself and that I was to keep my necklace hidden at all times, why I have no clue. I still had no clue as to who my mother was either but I was told we look quite alike aside from the eyes, skin tone and my hairs slightly darker. Her was more redder Auburn occaording to McGonagall while mine is a darker auburn, almost brown. My skin has a slight tan to it, apparently that comes from my father's side.

Harry had given me a chocolate frog but as soon as I opened it, it leaped onto Harry's head and sat there for a couple of minutes before he shook it off. I didn't even have a chance to look at the card when Ron snatched it out of my fingers claiming that he 'needed' it. I simply shrugged and went back to explaining to a rather sad boy that we indeed had not seen his toad Trevor, I would have hated to lose Artie. Shortly after his visit a frizzy light brown haired girl marched into our compartment asking if we had seen said boys toad. Again we said no but she all but demanded Ron to show his spell that was to turn his rat yellow, however nothing happened. Then Hermione teased Ron and made the decision to show off, she did have a rather bossy, know-it-all look about her, but who am I to judge.

I knew that spell too but I didn't want to try it in case I ended up melting Harry's brains or something. Plus Oculus Reparo is one of the simplest spells that I have come across in all the spell books I've memorised but there isn't any use in telling her that, she'd just get ticked off. Not to mention she could have asked Harry before she did it, he probably thought she was going to zap his brains out instead of fixing his rather peculiar glasses. I own a pair of glasses but only for reading so I hardly wear them, not to mention they cover my eyes.

They are dark brown with light specks of Amber around the pupil unlike my fathers. McGonagall told me my mother had amber eyes and that was obviously where I had inherited said specks. Not to mention my teeth, they aren't exaclty straight but atleast they are white, shiny and healthy-ish. My face is very plain and I don't wear any make-up as there is no need, infact I hardly brush my hair anyway so it's always messy and frizzy but I never even owned a hair brush anyway thanks to Mirielle.

The door of the compartment slid open once again as Ron was telling us about Quidditch, which was actually really interesting, but it wasn't Neville the toad-less boy or Hermione. This time it was someone presumably worse all together, if I had known I would have jumped out of the window of the train even though it was moving.

"Is it true?" A pale boy, with the most irritating stuck-up voice I had ever heard in my life, said to us with his nose right up in the air looking around the compartment as if he smelt something utterly revolting. It was probably the rat he smelt, foul creatures they are. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," Harry replied politely with a nod of his head. We were all looking at the other boys though, not the pale one. Both of them were thickset and looked rather crabby, standing on either side of the pale boy like bodyguards. It was quite amusing actually and I could only come to the conclusion that his bark was worse that his bite, meaning he needed the other two to bite for him.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking, treating me and Ron as if we were invisible. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger.

"More like bond, James Bond" I muttered under my breath only quiet enough for the two boys to hear. Harry's eyes twinkled in amusement while Ron's in confusion. That boy is sure missing out on a lot of cool movies, I have never been too keen on the actors though...just the characters. Mirielle isn't a great fan of them but Evan is so that's how I got to watch them, every blasted time he comes over.

"Think my name's funny, do you. No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it. I would have spit on it if I was him, but again that would be terribly rude. If you haven't noticed yet then you will soon, I have a terrible temper. My Aunt told me it's on my mothers side but I don't know what to believe anymore. She hasn't exactly told me who my mother is anyways but I do know that my dad was her brother, unfortunately.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sorts are for my self, thanks" Harry replied coolly, looking down at the outstretched hand. A small snigger escaped my lips and Ron looked like he was fighting just as hard as I was. I had expected him to turn red but he didn't. Instead a pink tinge appeared on his pale cheeks. Once the snigger escaped my lips his head snapped in my direction as did the others. A furious blush soon creeped its way onto my face in embarrassment, Malfoy had clearly taken it the wrong way.

"And who might you be?" He said in a presumably flirtatious voice looking down at me with an evil smirk. I merely raised my eyebrows before hiding my head in my book, still trying to contain myself. "Aren't you going to answer me?" His voice sounding a lot harsher "You know you're actually rather pretty, why don't you come and sit with me in my compartment and we can get to know each other" He said with a wink and a shiver coursed through my body in disgust. It wasn't only the wink that caused it, it was the look in his eyes. They were deathly cold and sad, I hadn't thought I had seen anything more depressing and I hated it.

"Leave her alone" Harry snapped. Ron glared at the pale boy, nodding enthusiastically while I just sat there in shock, blinking furiously. Never in all eleven years of my life had anyone stood up for me, it made my heart soar with glee. I had friends; I finally had people I could trust...well at least I hoped I did. Even though they were standing up for me I couldn't help but feel a little bad for the arrogant jerk in front of me but soon enough that all went away when a few sharp words stung me like a thousand needles piercing into my skin at once.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," Malfoy said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you" With that Ron, Harry and I stood up and glared at the boy. I had met Hagrid before and he was lovely half-giant with a cheery disposition, no one should insult him infront of me. I took my wand out slowly from my back pocket, even though McGonagall told me not to, and got ready to hex him in some form not noticing my Robin, Artie, narrow his eyes at Malfoy as if he was readying for a fight.

"Say that again," Ron dared Malfoy, growling slightly with his face as red as his hair. I mimicked their glares after Malfoy sent me a disgusting wink. I was not going to put up with his attitude any longer. I lowered my wand to their their shoes and muttered a quick spell I had read, this tied Malfoy and Crab's shoes together with the laces with a cruel smirk, I smirked not the laces.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you get out now," Harry said, he is most definitely braver than he looked. I knew that because Crabbe and Goyle are about twice his size. I felt rather brave too and nodded, growling slightly at Malfoy's clearly amused expression. Yes, I do believe I growled.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys. We've eaten all out food and you still seem to have some."Goyle reached toward the chocolate frogs next to me but before he could do so Artie swooped in and attacked his face, niping at his nose. With fright he jumped back and knocked right into Malfoy on his way out the compartment while Malfoy landed on top of crabb. I untied their laces with a swift motion of my wand so they could run safely out the compartment, Malfoy following them screaming like a girl. That had to be the funniest thing I had ever seen in my entire life and I'm sure the two boys would have laughed with me if they had any idea what had just happened.

"What in the bloody hell was that" Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide, before Artie flew back in and perched on my left shoulder with a smug look upon his face.

"Boys, meet Artie my Robin. Artie meet Ron and Harry" As I was introducing them Artie looked from Harry to Ron trying to decipher who was who and if they could be trusted, he did that a lot. "I rescued him when he was a baby from my Aunt's cat Boris when I first moved to Britain was eight, since then he's been my best bud." I lifted my finger to Artie, who was still on my shoulder, and he lightly climbed on. "You can pet him if you like, he won't bite." I held Artie out to Harry and Ron who both exchanged weary glances at his display with Malfoy. "He only attacks those who he doesn't like, trust me." I smiled at the two boys. Harry was brave and held out his hand to pet Artie but to his surprise, and mine, Artie leapt off my finger and onto Harry's, tilting his head slightly to the left and making a strange cooing sound. I giggled as Harry chuckled. Soon Ron was feeding Artie some Bertie bots every flavour beans and he gobbled them all up, only spitting out the green one he gave him. By the looks of it Artie loved sprouts as much as Ron did.

It was now getting a bit dark and the train seemed to be slowing down so all three of us put on our long, ugly, black robes. Ron's seemed a bit short for him but it was visibly far too big on Harry like mine. It went past my ankles and arms, not to mention it was far too wide on me. I'm only about 5'2 in height and I probably weigh about 5 stone. Blame my aunt for that, she never feeds me. She never even feeds herself, I am the one to do that. Cooking for her every single time is depressing but I get my revenge...sort of. That is if you class spitting in her food revenge.

We shoved our pockets with the remainder of Harry's sweets he bought for us before we joined the crowd in the corridor with Artie sitting happily on my left shoulder enjoying the free ride. The train eventually pulled to a stop and everyone began to get off in a rush at once. I followed close behind Harry and Ron, since they were the only two I knew besides Hermione and I was far too afraid of the idea of getting lost, not to mention Hermione gets on my nerves a little bit. If she didn't show off so much I'm sure we would be good friends with our interest of books and learning. Scratch that, I hate reading and I absaloutly detest school. Full stop.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, 'arry, Rosie" I heard a familiar voice boom near me. I looked up to find a very tall, very big, very hairy man holding a lamp near us with a huge smile plastered on his large features. I love that guy. Most likely the friendliest half-giant I have ever met. Hey may be the only half-giant I have ever met but he is something else.

"Hiya Hagrid!" Harry and I greeted simultaneously before looking at each other with questioning glances, obviously wondering how we each knew him. I just simply shrugged and looked back to Hagrid who looked like he was about to speak again, while Harry was still staring at me suspiciously. I was sure I had told him I knew Hagrid, oh well.

McGonagall and I met Hagrid in the leaky cauldron the day I went to go to collect my things. He was ever so kind to me and, while McGonagall went on some important business, Hagrid went with me to collect my wand in 'Olivanders'. Rowan wood, 11 inches, Basilisk tongue core. Olivander had given me a wary look when told me this, as did Hagrid. I didn't understand the looks they were giving me but in all it was a very beautiful wand. It was light in colour with swirly patterns on it which remind me of vines, in a darker wood. It practically screamed 'me'. I wasn't too sure about the core though, I mean a tongue? That's just disgusting.

"C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years. Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" We did just that although the path was slippery, steep and not to mention it was dark. Even though we were warned I still managed to trip up but thankfully someone grabbed my arm, steadying me. I looked up at my saviour with a blush apparent on my cheeks only to find a rather smug looking pale boy.

I ripped my arm away from Malfoy quickly in disgust causing him to topple over and land on his butt as I rushed towards Harry and Ron as fast as I could without falling which was nearly impossible, but I somehow miraculously managed it with Artie flying by my side scaring a couple of fellow first years. I then told the boys what happened and they simply laughed in my face, not the sort of reaction I was expecting but it was probably more to do with what happened to Malfoy other than what happened to me. I hoped.

The rest of the journey was fine. I sat beside the toad-less boy called Neville and Harry and Ron sat opposite me on the little boat. He kept sniffing all the way about his toad while I petted his arm sympathetically.

Finally, after the journey to the castle, Neville had found his toad; Hagrid had given it to him. I still have no idea how he had found 'Trevor'. Maybe he stole him? Nah, he wouldn't do that now...would he? Nope, he's too nice for that. I'm sure of it.

My heart was beating erratically with excitement in my chest as Hagrid raised his fist to knock on the large doors of Hogwarts with three rather loud echoing booms. Everything was so new and different; I just couldn't wait to get my first glimpse of a magic school.