A/N:

Okay, I really got to stop writing new stories - seeing as I haven't finished the ones I have already (though I am gonna finish them, someday). This story is very badly written, like always - but I don't do this for you I write for fun (and to improve) so I don't care about the quality :) Oh and there are probably loads of grammar mistakes, none of my stories have betas so all mistakes on me.

Btw. it will probably be a two-shot, though i would say you don't really need to read another chapter - the plot is sort of solved in this chapter.

I own nothing. J.K Rowling does :)

Rose Weasley taken - chapter one

Rose Nymphadora Wesley was taken late last night from her incubator at St. Mungo only 1 week old. Her parents have begun the search for her and hope this tragedy will pass quickly.

Daphne Parkinson sat in a lone compartment on her way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. She was starting her first year and could almost feel her body shake with excitement and nerves all at the same time - almost like the times she ate too much sugar and her mother would scowl her.

Daphne was for the most part nervous about the - getting friends bit. She knew everything about her mother's past and thought that her old demeanour could hurt Daphne's friend-making process. She did think though that she would be able to get some friends, at least the people in her house.

"Gryffindor" the sorting hat shouted to Daphne's surprise. Her mother had been a Slytherin, why was she any different. She paced over the Gryffindor table and even though they had all cheered she could feel some nasty looks direct at her. Shortly after her a boy sat down next to her. The table had genuinely sounded happy as he sat down, some people even congratulated him.

"Hi, I'm Albus, what's your-"

"I'm Daphne, nice to meet you," she tried to put on a smile, but found it hard seeing as this night was not going as planned.

"You can all me Al, nobody calls me Albus"

"Right, sure"

—

"Scorpius can you actually believe that I'm in Gryffindor", she spat out.

"Hey, it can't be that ba-"

"YES IT IS SCORP! I was going to be in Slytherin with you and Bella, not in the towers with those goody-two-shoes Potters and Weasleys."

"Well if you gonna hate on me and my cousins that much Parkinson then we don't want you in our tower either," Albus Potter said as he rounded the corner.

"You should probably apologise, you know"

"Yeah yeah..." we waved Scorpius goodbye before setting of to find Potter.

When she entered the common room she was practically bombarded by the Weasley gang. They were all shouting at her for being so rude and so immature.

"STOP IT! She I don't know any of you and I feel very attacked at the moment," her statement silenced them for a second

"Listen before you start blabbering again. Sorry I was 'mean' or 'rude' honestly I don't care. Yeah yeah so I might have accused all of you before knowing you, so I won't do that. I actually came here to apologise. However, the truth is, I don't want to be here. I want to be in the dungeons where I belong, like my mother, but that didn't happen. So just leave me alone," Daphne finished her monologue and ran up to her dormitory.

"Do you think we went a bit far?" She heard from the common room.

What sort of crazy family does that to an eleven year old - that they don't even know! So far all the stories her mother had told where all true, they were self-absorbed, rude people.

"Hey, Daphne. It's Alice. You probably don't know me, but I heard what happened in the common room. Do you wanna talk abou-"

"Go out," she cut her off.

"Okay, sorry I bothered you".

Daphne opened her four-poster curtains to see the girl walk slowly towards the exit.

"Wait, I'm sorry. Sure we can talk." Daphne has really no idea why she agreed to talk to the girl, but she ought to at least try and get some friends.

Over a couple of weeks Daphne and Alice's friendship grew - weirdly enough they actually had some things in common, like their love for Astrology. It didn't take long until the two of them would be seen almost constantly together - in classes, in the library, in the great hall... Daphne also introduced Alice to her other best friends, Bella Nott and Scorpius Malfoy. In return Daphne had to, reluctantly, spend time with the Potter kids and some of the Weasley children. Though Daphne would never admit it, they were not have bad.

Her friendship with Alice also helped Daphne accept her fate as a Gryffindor, not that she was too happy about it, but she guessed it was part of her fate written in the stars.

End of fourth year

At the end of her fourth year, Daphne, Alice, Scorpius and Bella were all invited to spend two weeks at the Burrow together with Al's grandparents, parents, uncles and cousins. When Daphne returned home for the start of the holidays she asked her mother, very nicely might she add, if she could go spend the last two weeks of summer with her friends at the Burrow. Her mother had replied in a lovely 'no'. Some lame excuse about wanting to send her of to Hogwarts, though Daphne suspected it was because her mother always was super over-protective. However, Daphne had a plan.

Over a couple of weeks she sent letters to Scorp detailing her plan. She would ask to spend two weeks at Malfoy Manor with Scorpius and Bella, cause she knew her mom would let her because she actually trusted Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Then the two of them would tell Scorp's parents that Al invited them last minute. Since the Malfoy had Daphne in their care they wouldn't really care so she would be able to go anyway.

"Seriously, how were you not sorted into Slytherin," Scorpius said with a small smirk ask the three of them walked up in front of the Burrow's front door.

"Wow, you guys actually came!" Al opened the door with a huge grin on his face.

"Alice, Daphne, Scorp and Bella are here, " he shouted up a set of wooden stairs on the brink of collapse.

"Your place is cute," Daphne said as she trotted around the living room.

"Yeah not so nice when we are almost 30 people in here"

"Wow, 30! I only have my mom her parents and our home is bigger than this," Daphne replied.

Daphne continued to explore the living room while Al got them drinks and the other sat on the couch. She was always the only one interested in learning new things, and the best way to do that was by looking at someone's home.

"Al is this you!" she came to a halt in front of a huge picture wall.

"Eh – yeah," he scratched the back of his neck.

"But who's that. It says they were born a few days before you?"

"Oh- that's my cousin Rose, she was kidnapped when she was a week old. None of us know where she is." Daphne looked at the little baby. She was so tiny and cute. She couldn't really imagine what her parents must have gone through.

"Seriously! I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I didn't know her anyway," Daphne sat down next to Alice in silence. Her eyes were watered, and she had absolutely no clue why. It was a tragic story, but not tragic enough to cry over. She concluded she was about to get her period or something.

"Why couldn't anyone find her," Daphne asked for what was probably the fifth time that week.

"Oh, I don't know Daphne"

"you know, we should find her," Daphne sat up in her bed.

"she could be dead for all we know," Scorp said.

"Yeah, but listen. If – and only if she is alive we could tell McGonagall that we would like to start a visiting committee or something – and then we can get girls from our age come to Hogwarts – like Beauxbatons. They could stay for a week, that would be enough time to figure out if they are Rose or not."

"You are not gonna shut up about this are you?," Al lowered his head.

Daphne shaked her head.

"Uh, fine, but we can't tell my parents or my aunts and uncles. They would literally kill us."

"Well that does seem like a great idea Miss Parkinson, seeing as the house unity at the school as improved it would be that bad if the unity between schools did as well. As so their plan was in action.

The first few students that came to visit didn't seem like they had any shady family background, of course they were only there for a week. Daphne and the others kept up with writing to the students after so if they might be able to figure something out. They had been able to talk most of the girls into showing pictures they had from their childhood, and some even from the hospital.

All in all, their plan was going down the drain.

It was only a few weeks before their Newts that Daphne said they should give up.

"We've been doing this for almost a year and haven't gotten any way. Maybe we should do the investigation differently," she ranted off to Alice and Al as they sat in the Gryffindor common room.

"Yeah, it seems like trying to find a needle in a haystack," the two of them looked at Al weirdly,

"Sorry, muggle expression. My aunt taught me some".

"Though Daphne, I still wanna thank you, you know. I mean you definitively didn't need to do any of this. Most of my own family have given up, but you seem like you won't stop at nothing."

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome Al," she pulled her Herbology book closer to her face to hide the redness she knew was there.

"OMG," Alice whispered to Daphne as they got to their dormitory, "You like Al."

"No I don't! He is like a brother to me," she stated, obviously lying.

"Yeah, right. Ahh I can't believe it," she squealed.

Daphne rolled her eyes and got to bed.

Daphne was happily surprised when Al asked her to the first Hogsmeade trip of their sixth year. She had really no clue what one should were on these dates. A pair of jeans, jewelry, a dress. In the end she had opted for a blouse and a pair of pants, but she had kept her platinum her down.

"You know, I've wanted to do this for a long time," she stated.

"Yeah – ever since you said you wanted nothing to do with my family," he smirked.

She looked away from him and mumbled a small apology.

"It's okay Daph," he laughed, "I know you don't hate me now,"

"No I don't," he stared at her for a minute over their small table.

Daphne noticed he was moving closer to her. Oh Merlin why was she so nervous. It wasn't like she had never kissed a boy before. However, the kiss was not definitively not cute. Instead it was probably the worst Daphne had ever experience. She really didn't understand why either. She liked Al, she knew that, so why didn't she like kissing him. Oh Merlin. She stared franticly around the pub, anything but him. however, for a split moment she met his eyes and she saw the same fear in them – had they just ruined their friendship?

"Uhm, so…"

"Yeah"

"I don't –"

"Yeah, I know right."

"Oh Merlin,"

"Shit I'm sorry"

"I don't understand, but"

"Why was that so weird," Al said.

"I agree. What if we just pretend it never happened – this day I mean. You know I love you Al," Al's eyes widened, "eh, like a brother," she added quickly calming the boy in front of her down.

"What I'm trying to say is that maybe this wasn't the best idea. We are technically jeopardizing our friendship here, and maybe that's what we are good at – being friends"

Daphne felt relieved by the fact that Al didn't look like he was on the verge of tears, in fact his expression was similar to her own. Thank Merlin they didn't just ruin their friendship. What had she really been thinking.

The months that followed passed by quickly and soon enough the last Quidditch match was upon them. Daphne however, had been neglecting her work so she was currently sitting alone in the library. Her Transfiguration essay was probably the most boring thing she had ever had to do. It was a 12 foot essay on the uses of magic to alter ones features – skin colour, facial features and so on.

She was sitting in the back of the library with a dozen books stacked up around her.

The art of Transfiguring ones features – if done correctly – can go unnoticed by the caster themselves and/or their subject and can last up to multiple years.

Okay, so anyone could alter their own – or someone else's features without anyone knowing, for years! It really seemed like a bad type of magic in the wrong ha-

But what if that is what they have been missing! What if Rose Weasley didn't disappear, but was integrated into their community – just not actually looking like a Weasley. That could mean anyone could be the missing Weasley.

Daphne ran as fast as she could to the Gryffindor Common Room where she knew the team was going to hold a party no matter if they won or not.

"Guys! I think I know why we never found Rose!" she whispered loudly to her group of friends.

"Okay, Daph. Pray tell," Scorp asked.

"I was researching things to write for the Transfiguration essay and I came across something very interesting. Apparently if someone is advanced enough they could be able to transfigure someone's appearance for year even without the subject knowing."

"So you are basically saying anyone could be Rose," Alice said with a quizzical look.

"I think so."

"Is there a way to redo the changes. Like a revealing charm?" Bella asked.

"Yeah I think so, I could try and do some research"

Daphne spent the next couple of days researching transfiguration on the human body and how to remove it. The only spell she would find was a variant of the 'Revelio charm'. Oh well, what could go wrong.

She hurried of to the prefects bathroom to test out the spell, she could go around putting charms on people until she knew if it worked. She struggled a couple of minutes trying to transfigure her nose wider, so she could use the spell to – hopefully – turn it back to normal.

"Faciem Revelio," she held her face to her head and only a few seconds the transfiguration had disappeared, however, it wasn't the only one. Daphne's platinum hair had also changed, though she had never dyed it. Instead of her natural colour if was now a red-ish brown and it was wavier than silk smooth. Her mouth was smaller, her eyes were sea blue and her face was filled with freckles. Everywhere! What the bloody hell was going on! She looked like she could pass for a Weasley. She had never transfigured herself, and she certainly hadn't cast the wrong spell. Had her mom-. Her image was becoming unclearer as she felt her eyes water up. It seemed logic now that she thought about it. She had never seen any pictures of herself at St. Mungo, or her mother pregnant for that matter. She had never even met her father! Had her mother really lied to her, her entire life. Was – was SHE the missing Weasley?

She scrambled up from the floor of the prefect bathroom twenty minutes later. She had to focus. No one could know anything about her discovery, at least not until she knew it was the truth. After much trial and error she was able to transfigure herself back, however, she knew it was only a temporary transfiguration – certainly not as strong as the old one.

As soon as she reached the common room she sought out Albus, "Al, I need a picture of your cousin and her parents".

"Uhm, okay," he quickly got the pictures from his dorm, "Why the rush?" he asked as he handed them to Daphne.

"Oh ehm, Ju-just working on a theory. See you," she ran as quickly as she could back to the prefects bathroom. Once inside she removed the transfigurations once again. Glancing at the photos in her hands the resemblance was uncanny. Slowly she sank to the floor, tears soaking her robes and definitely ruining her makeup.

"…Hello," a voice called out. She quickly scrambled to the floor.

"Are you alright?" she wiped her eyes with the end of her robes before turning to stare at the person who had entered. It was Scorpius. She gasped.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you before, are you a prefect – If not how did you get in here?" Scorpius continued to ask questions as she slowly sat down at the edge of the huge bath, the baboon he was he never knew when to shut up.

He sat down next to her, quickly noticing the pictures in her hands.

"Aren't that…," Daphne knew he had just put two and two together.

"You-you're-"

"Rose Weasley, yeah yeah I know".

"Wow, we have to tell Daphne,"

"No need,"

"What do you mean,"

She started muttering the transfiguration spells, "She already knows".

"Daphne…" he quietly let out.

"You know, we should probably tell Albus," Scorpius had stayed with Daphne in the prefects bathroom, holding her as she continued to cry.

"Merlin, don't even remind me. Do you know what this means?" He shaked his head.

"It means I went on a bloody date with my cousin. It means the last boy I've kissed is my fricking cousin – do you know how gross that is. I had a CRUSH on my cou-"

Daphne was taking by when Scorpius put his mouth square on hers. The kiss was short – but Daphne thought it was very sweet. When he retreated she could feel her cheeks burn with heat – at this point she probably looked like a tomato.

"There – now the last boy you kissed is not your cousin."

"Thanks," she muttered turning away from him.

"Al, there is something we need to tell you."

"Okay, what's up," he moved to sit at the edge of the sofa ridge.

"Or… maybe it's better if we show you."

The three of them quickly got the room of requirements, seeing as Daphne had been caught in the prefects bathroom once she didn't want it to happen again.

"Well what is it guys, you know you are almost scaring me, being so secretive." Before Daphne could answer Albus continued to ramble.

"Is this about the prank I pulled – seriously no one got hurt,"

"What n-"

"Oh you want to ask me how I cheated on that arithmancy test",

"No – wait what?"

"You're gonna tell me you're dating, right – I mean I've seen the looks you've sent these last couple of weeks and I mean I app-"

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER! WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!" Daphne roared. The boy in front of her looked taken back.

"Sorry Al, but this is important." Scorpius added.

"Okay I understand – that was just scary. I mean the only person that says my name with such force is my mum and grandma. You Daphne Parkinson is a scary person."

Daphne gave him a quick smile before continuing.

"Al we've found you cousin. Alive." She stated simply – though she was using all her energy not to shake or break down.

"What," he mouthed.

"She has been living under our noses this whole time."

"Yo-you mean like – at Hogwarts," he asked.

"Exactly," She replied.

"But then she could be anyone, I mean it could be that Hufflepuff – Tory Thomas or maybe Rachel Finnigan. What if it's Ali-"

"Shit Al, stop talking! I'm trying to tell you that – Oh Merlin. Al I'm your cousin".