"Hey, Mum! Look at this! It's Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ronald!" squealed 16 year old Rose as she stared at a portion of the Chicago Sun Times, not knowing that it was actually the Witches' Weekly paper in disguise.

"What is it, Rosy dearest? Oh dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Potter.

"We ought to show this to your father too," mumbled Mrs. Potter, staring closely at three certain people in the picture.

Mrs. Potter walked quickly into the parlor, where Mr. Owen Potter was sipping his coffee while reading the sports section of the muggle morning paper and clicking through the channels on the television, trying to find the NFL game. He had just located the football channel when his wife, Harmony, walked in with the front page of Witches' Weekly. He looked up questioningly.

"Yes?" asked Mr. Potter.

"Owen, look at this! Isn't that Harry, your cousin, right there, standing next to my sister and her husband?"

Mr. Potter looked at the moving picture and immediately recognized his late only cousin's only son, standing next to his sister-in-law, Hermione Weasley, and his new brother-in-law.

"Yes, that's definitely him. Well would you look at that! What does the article say about it?" Mr. Potter was worried about this. Ever since they had found out about Harry one year ago, they had been forced to keep it a secret. Owen and Harmony had only met him once, with Dumbledore there to explain everything to all of them. In order to keep them safe, Dumbledore had forbidden any other visits, and had made them stay out of contact except through him.

They loved Harry dearly, and he was the only family that Owen had left. That was the reason they had fled in the first place; Sirius Black, a dear friend of the family, had written to them, telling them that the last of Owen's family, Lily and James, had been murdered, and that they should flee the country immediately. This was before Harry and Rose were born. Harmony had been pregnant with Rose when Sirius told them this, so they had agreed that it would be best for the baby if they moved across the Atlantic until Lord Voldemort was defeated.

They had no idea that Sirius had been instructed to do this by James, who was trying to keep them safe. They had no idea that they were going to have a new member in the family, since Lily had been pregnant with Harry at the same time. They had no idea that Lily and James were still alive at the time. They had no idea that what Sirius had told them had happened would be happening within a year. They just left, too devastated about the loss of Lily and James to realize what was really going on.

"Well, it says here that...Oh Owen, you know that I can't read it with you looking over my shoulder like that! Here, you read it," said Harmony, while huffily sitting down next to Owen.

"Okay, let's see here...ah, here we are! It reads:

VOLDEMORT DEFEATED BY THE BOY WHO LIVED!

Hermoine and Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Professor Severus Snape, Professor Albus Dumbledore, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Ginny and Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasley, Colin Creevy, Harry Potter and many other members of the Order of the Phoenix were recently engaged in a fight against the Dark Lord Voldemort, which injured and killed many on both sides. The battle took place in the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and lasted for most of the night. Many Death Eaters tried to flee the scene, only to be caught by the newlyweds Hermione and Ronald Weasley, who successfully disarmed and captured almost fifty Death Eaters, before the battle was won. Harry Potter, otherwise known as The Boy Who Lived, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix's members fought inside the Great Hall, causing over seventy casualties, and retaining only 11 of their own, including, Alastor Moody, who was killed by A female Death Eater using the Avada Kedavra Curse, Remus Lupin, who was stabbed through the heart with a silver dagger, Draco Malfoy, who was struck with the Cruciatus Curse and knocked unconscious after being thrown into a wall, and is currently at St. Mungo's in the intensive care unit, Professor McGonagall, who has gotten off lightly with a broken arm, and 12 stitches on her left leg, Neville Longbottom, who, unfortunately has retained the same sort of injury as his mother, Alice Longbottom, which is overexposure to the Cruciatus Curse, and is now residing at St. Mungo's with her, Fred and George Weasley, who were plagued with some major blood loss due to head injuries, are currently recovering at the Weasley residence, Oliver Wood, who was dropped by a Death Eater from the ceiling, and has retained a broken leg, broken ribs, a broken arm, and a serious concussion, Colin Creevy, who has only minor injuries to his nose and arm, Nymphadora Tonks, who has gone into a coma after being forced by a Death Eater using the Imperius Curse to hit her head against the floor, until she was no longer conscious, and Harry Potter, who, after finally killing Voldemort, collapsed, and is in St. Mungo's, and his condition has not yet been released. St. Mungo's has released a plea, to any of Harry Potter's relatives that may be left alive, to please come to St. Mungo's in London immediately.

Mr. Owen Potter looked up from the article at his wife and called for his daughter, who was still sitting at the kitchen table eating Cocoa Puffs. He knew that they had no time to lose.

"Rose, pack your things, we are going to see some relatives across the state. Harmony, may I speak with you in the back room?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Certainly, dearest."

Mr. and Mrs. Potter walked into the back room, and began discussing what to do about Harry and how to tell Rose something that she had only dreamed of, not knowing that Rose had decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Okay, Harmony, I know that we moved here to be safe out of the way of Voldemort, and we aren't going to move back to London, since we're quite settled here, but we must think of Harry. He is the only relative that I have left, and we have plenty of rooms for him to stay in," said Mr. Potter.

"Yes, but Owen, I don't think Rose is ready to know about all this. Her entire family lying to her, never telling her what they really were? I mean, it is really a lot to have to come to terms with, and..."

But Mr. Potter cut her off with, "And, it's not going to get any easier by waiting forever to tell her. Now is probably the best time to break the news to her. Besides, I found her acceptance letter today in the post."

"She's been accepted! But it will be hard for her, she has been accepted so late. However will she catch up?" retorted Mrs. Potter, who obviously knew she was losing the battle.

"Honey, you know as well as I do that she will have absolutely no problem catching up. It should come as easily to her as it did to you and me. My family being the heirs to Gryffindor definitely has its benefits, and you were the best in our class! Besides, she deserves to know about her family. She might want to become an auror or something in the Ministry, and we can't let her fall too far behind, although we already have penalized her by not letting her go early enough. Besides, if we don't tell her, we will have to take the airplane to London," Mr. Potter reasoned, and wasn't surprised to see his wife's face go pale at the mention of an airplane.

"Owen James Potter, you know very well that I would never step foot on one of those flying muggle death machines! OK! We'll tell her as soon as we're done packing, so we can apparate," said Mrs. Potter in a very annoyed sounding voice.

Owen and Harmony Potter walked up to their bedroom, and, with a wave of their wands, were packed in an instant.

Rose was still sitting in her spot next to the door, wondering what apparate meant, and what she got accepted to do. What did her mum mean when she said that her entire family had been lying to her? She had heard her dad use the term "muggle" before, but had never really understood what it meant. She walked back upstairs, wondering about all of this, and grabbed the bag that she had left packed from their vacation to New York last weekend. Then, she quickly grabbed her special locket off the wall, and clasped it around her neck as she headed downstairs to help load up the car with their luggage.

"Rose, could you come in here for a minute? We need to talk to you about something," called her parents from the kitchen.

"Coming!" she replied.

Rose walked into the kitchen with her bag, and sat down at the kitchen table on the opposite side of her parents.

"Here, Rose, this arrived for you in the mail today," said Mr. Potter as he handed it to her.

"What is it? Who's it from?" asked Rose, knowing that this is the letter that they were talking about.

"Open it and read it," replied her father eagerly.

Rose opened the heavy brown envelope, which was addressed in emerald green lettering, breaking a purple wax seal with an odd crest on it. It read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Wugmump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Rose Potter,

You have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you choose to be a student here, you will be joining at the Year 6 level, and we will send a tutor in the months before school begins. Regular classes start on September 1st, but you will be expected to visit the school once before school begins, for sorting, and I would like to have a meeting with your parents. Please consider this offer wisely.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"W-w-what does this mean?" stuttered Rose.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this, but, Rose, you are a witch. That is an acceptance letter from the most elite school for young witches and wizards, and we think that you should attend," answered her father.

"I know that this is a lot to take in, honey, but now that your cousin Harry, who is a wizard and is the only relative left of your father's, has been put in the hospital, we must go and bring him here and take care of him. We can set up a meeting with Professor Dumbledore while we're in London," said Harmony, trying to comfort her daughter, mistaking the look on her face for sorrow.

"This is the happiest day of my life!" screamed Rose at the top of her lungs. She had dreamed that she was a witch all her life, and now, her dreams had become a reality.

"There is one thing though. You can't tell any muggles about it. We don't want them to know about our world, as that would be dangerous to all of our kind," said Mr. Potter, after she had stopped yelling.

"Does this mean that I can't tell anybody!?!"

"Well, there is one person that you can tell, because she is a witch, although you've never known it. I'm sure that she's been dying to tell you all about it, but we had to wait until you were ready," replied her mother.

"Who? Who? Who?!" squeaked Rose excitedly.

"Your best friend Olivia of course!" exclaimed Liv from the kitchen doorway.

Olivia Weepwillow had been Rose's best friend since before she could remember. She was also one of Harry's best friend's relatives: Neville Longbottom. Rose had known that Liv was keeping a secret from her for years now, but she didn't ask her about it, because they didn't get to spend much time together, since Liv had been going to boarding school since she was eleven, which turned out to be Hogwarts. Liv, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter talked about what has been happening in the wizarding world over the past sixteen years, explaining to Rose about Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and about everything that he had done to their families. They explained why they had to keep Harry a secret, even though they had only known about him for a year. When they had finally finished discussing the Dark Lord, Mr. Potter brought out the Witches' Weekly, and removed the charm that disguised it as The Chicago Sun Times.

After reading the article, Rose felt a tear roll down her cheek, as she was thinking about all the people who had died, and when she looked at Liv, she knew that this was new news to her too.

"I hadn't looked at the paper yet this morning. I would've never expected this," she said in a weak voice.

"Olivia, would you please get your parents for me? We need to talk about how we're going to get everybody to London," Mr. Potter replied, trying to sound comforting.

"Yes, Mr. Potter."

After Olivia had walked out the door, Mr. Potter turned to explain a bit about the article to Rose.

"Rose, You see, Neville was Olivia's last magical relative. Her family is otherwise mostly a muggle family, well, actually, her parents are Squibs, the rest of her family is dead, but anyway, having lost her last magical relative big loss for her. It may be a little bit easier for her now, since she has you as well, but she may not be herself for a while," explained Mr. Potter.

"And, we have to go to London, because we need to take care of Harry and have you enrolled at Hogwarts," reasoned Mrs. Potter.

"Well, how are we going to get there? Can we use magic?" asked Rose.

"Your mum and I will be apparating, and Olivia's parents will be going on an airplane, being muggles, but you and Liv will be using Floo powder. Let me explain Floo powder to you. To get to the place you want to go, you grab a handful of the powder, and step into the fireplace. Then, you throw the powder into the air, and yell out the name of the place you want to get to, which in your case it will be St. Mungo's Hospital in London, England. Oh, Olivia, you're back, hello Mr. and Mrs. Weepwillow, we were just discussing how to get to Britain. We will be apparating, and the girls will be using Floo powder. I believe you're taking an airplane, right?" said Mr. Potter

"Yes, we will be leaving on the 11:45am flight at O'Hare today. If you would be so kind as to drive us to the airport, we'd be much obliged," replied Mrs. Weepwillow.

"Certainly, and we can apparate from the airport, but Rose and Livi will have to use the Floo powder now, and wait for us there," said Mr. Potter.

"Alright, girls, are your bags all ready? Ok, Rose, you go first, remember what your father told you to do, and hold on tightly to your luggage now. Olivia will be along in a moment, just wait for her at the hospital," Mrs. Potter said quickly.

'Ok, here it goes,' she thought.

She stepped into the fireplace, after grabbing a handful of Floo powder from her mother, threw it up, and yelled out, "St. Mungo's Hospital in London, England!"

And, with a huge jolt and a lot of sickening spinning, she was suddenly standing in the reception area of a very odd looking hospital. Not knowing what to do, she sat down in one of the chairs, and waited for Liv.