Rose Potter and her Girlfriend

A/N: As the title suggests, this will contain fem!slash, and fem!Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter, etc etc etc.

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Mrs Dursley was a homemaker, and her husband was a director at a firm called Grunnings, which manufactured drills. They had a son named Dudley, and in their minds, there wasn't a finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys also had a secret – their niece, Rose Lily Potter. Everyone in the neighbourhood knew about her, of course, she'd been living at the house fifteen years, but nobody in the neighbourhood knew her secret. Rose was a witch.

Rose was a witch who'd competed her first five years of schooling at Hogwarts, along with her almost-more-than best friend Hermione, and her other friends Neville and Ron.

She'd never really enjoyed her time at the Dursleys. Before Hogwarts, one of Dudley's favourite games was to chase Rose, and beat the hell out of her if he caught her. Fortunately, Rose was fast so it hadn't happened often. Also, the teachers at school didn't like boys picking on the girls, so they usually stopped it when they saw it.

Her aunt and uncle had not been physically abusive, but they hadn't fed her often and generally referred to her as 'girl' or 'freak'. For the first ten years of her life, she'd lived in the Cupboard under the Stairs; when the letters for Hogwarts started to come, they'd given her a bedroom (the smallest one).

They'd also not been keen on buying her things. Most of her clothes came from charity shops. The more boyish clothing were the clothes Dudley grew out of, and since he was quite large and she quite small, they were a bit big on her.

Her best friend, Hermione, lived in Crawley. They'd met in Diagon Alley before their first year at Hogwarts, and had quickly become friends as roommates in Gryffindor. They shared quite a number of interests, such as reading and studying, and were very close. Rose had actually heard rumours that she and Hermione were sexually active with each other (completely false, thank you very much).

Rose was on the Quidditch team at school as a Seeker. Her rival, Draco Malfoy, whom she thought was a bit of a stuck-up, racist, sexist brat, had thrown a Rememberall (which belonged to another of her friends) while on a broom, and she'd caught it in midair. That had been one of the few times that she and Hermione had disagreed about something.

Hermione had still been in her "The teachers are gods" and "we must obey every rule no matter what" stage at that point, so she had been disappointed when Rose had been given a spot on a sports team instead of being given detention.

It was shocking to see how many people recognised her on the streets of the Wizarding World. She looked almost identical to her mum (she'd finally been given pictures of her parents after he first year), except that she had her dad's eyes.

Needless to say, it had been a nasty shock for Severus Snape seeing The-Girl-Who-Lived for the first time.

After someone would approach her on the street, she would say hello, and then they'd glance up at her forehead. That is where the Mark of having survived the Killing Curse lay in the form of a lightning bolt.

\\/

One of the bad things about having to go to Privet Drive every summer ('it's for your own protection, of course, dear') was Dudley. As a young boy, he'd only liked hitting things. Now, he was in secondary and still liked hitting things. He was even on the boxing team at school (Rose hated the idea that Dudley was learning how to hit people harder).

Unfortunately, he also thought of other things as well. Dudley thought that since Rose was a girl is was his right to 'take her'. Rose was displeased.

After one such incident of him forcing himself on her, she couldn't take it any longer. She gathered up her belongings and headed to Mrs Figg's house, hoping that she had a telephone.

Rose hadn't known it until just the previous year, but Mrs Figg was what the Wizarding World called a "Squib", that is a non-magic user born to magical parents.

She knocked on the door. It opened rather quickly, and the smell of cat urine filtered out the door.

'Rose? What are you doing here?' asked Mrs Figg. 'I thought Dumbledore said that you should stay at your relatives' house.'

'Number Four, Privet Drive has never been my home, Mrs Figg,' said Rose. After she said that, she felt a type of power surge through her body. 'And I couldn't care less if Dumbledore wants me to live with rapists.'

She paused a second, while Figg stood in shock. 'Now, Mrs Figg, do you have a telephone I could use. It's urgent.'

'It's on the wall, dear,' Mrs Figg said. 'Why aren't you using your owl?'

'This is much quicker,' said Rose, dialling. 'And it cannot be intercepted by our lot.'

The phone connected. 'Granger residence. This is Hermione speaking, how may I direct your call?'

'Hi, Hermione. It's me,' answered Rose.

'Rose? What's wrong?'

'Can I come to your place for a bit? My relatives got a little forceful, if you know what I mean.'

'Really? You should report it!'

'This has happened before, Hermione,' Rose answered. 'I've tried the cops but they don't do anything. Last time I tried, the Dursleys tried to press charges on me.'

'Of course you can come,' said Hermione. 'How are you going to get here?'

'First, I'm going to walk down to the grocery store and buy some sort of hat or headband, and then I'll take the bus. Shouldn't take more than a half-hour, unless it's busy.'

'Okay, I'll see you then,' said Hermione as she hung up the phone.

A half-hour later, Rose was at Hermione's house. 'I'm running out of pseudonyms for the bus,' she said as Hermione opened the door and immediately engulfed her in a hug. 'If I were a boy, I could pretend to be Neville or Seamus.'

'How are you doing?'

'I'm fine,' said Rose, at which point Hermione gave her a nasty look. 'Of course I'm not fine. I've just been violated by someone who seems to be above the law. I think that one of Vernon's friends is on the police force or in the judiciary. It's too bad we couldn't bring them up on charges in our world.'

'But that would mean that everyone would know your story,' said Hermione as they walked up to her bedroom and sat on the bed.

'Exactly,' said Rose. She paused a minute. 'I think that I've been deluding myself for years.'

'What do you mean?'

'I've had strong feelings for a person for a long time,' said Rose.

'Ask him,' replied Hermione. She then noticed the look on Rose's face. 'Her?'

'I haven't exactly had the best luck with guys, Hermione,' Rose replied. 'Apparently, this type of thing is more common in the Wizarding World. I mean, look at Dumbledore. He is one hundred percent, completely gay. Nobody cares a single bit.'

\\/

Rose was completely right. She'd never had any luck with guys. Her first date was with Neville during her fourth year. They'd progressed to kissing before they admitted to each other that it just wasn't working out.

Cedric had tried to date her, but was rather forceful about it, and got hexed in a rather sensitive spot. Professor Sprout had ignored Rose for three weeks after that incident.

Her date with Cormac wasn't any better. He kept bragging about how he could do better at this or that than anyone else. Half the time he didn't even bother to ask anything about her, he just kept talking about Quidditch saves he'd made over the summer practising with his family. He was also annoyingly hard to get rid of.

Ron had lasted two months before she found him cheating on her with Lavender. He then had the nerve to later cheat on Lavender with Hermione. All three of them had dumped him, and rumour was that he was about to become the newest product tester for the Twins.

Seamus was gay, though she did go to the Yule Ball with him.

Dean hadn't worked out either, though in his case it just wasn't working out, and not due to anything on their part.

\\/

'I know what you mean, Rose,' said Hermione, who'd dated mostly the same boys as Rose, hoping they'd work out better. 'Cedric was an ass, Cormac and Ron will get themselves killed by a vengeful woman someday, and none of the boys in the dormitory worked out.'

The two girls continued to hug. 'Rose? Do me a favour, will you?'

'What?'

'Kiss me,' said Hermione.

'Why?'

'You know as well as I do who I've had a crush on for years,' said Hermione. 'I think that I was denying who I am, just the same as you.'

The two girls kissed and it was better than any kiss they'd gotten from a guy.

'I think that was good,' said Hermione.

'Good?' asked Rose. 'That was bloody amazing. I have loved you for years.'

'Now, I'm worried about what my parents will say,' said Hermione. 'You mightn't have noticed, but they are a little religious.'

Rose laughed. 'They are alright with you being a witch, but you think that they won't accept you as gay?'

'It took a while for Professor McGonagall to convince them to let me come to Hogwarts,' said Hermione.

'We'll just play it by ear, then,' said Rose, just as they could hear the front door open, and a female voice shout, 'Hermione, I'm home!'

'Merlin's beard!' said Hermione. 'That's mum. The surgeries today must've gone quicker than she thought.'

She went to her bedroom door. 'I'm up here, mum,' said Hermione.

Her mum started to come up the stairs. 'Didn't I tell you that you needed to spend some time outside this summer? And preferably not with those Weasleys. You don't spend enough time with your family as it is.'

She got up the stairs and passed Hermione's room. 'Who's that on your bed, trying to figure out a way to escape through the window?'

'This is Rose,' said Hermione. 'Rose Potter. My best friend.'

'Nice to meet you, Rose, I'm Emma,' she responded. 'Now, can you explain why you were trying to escape my daughter's room?'

'She's just had a bad experience at home, and the authorities can't help, and she came her to get comforted, and we really like each other and don't really trust guys.' said Hermione quickly in her usual manner of saying a whole sentence in one breath.

'What did you say?' asked Emma Granger.

\\/

'Your cousin raped you?' asked Emma at the table. 'We need to call the police.'

'It won't help, mum,' said Hermione. 'She's tried before, and nobody seems to take her word about it. They won't even take evidence.'

'How close are you?' asked Emma. She had suspicions about the answer.

'That's what we're trying to figure out,' said Hermione, taking a drink of her tea.

'Perhaps we can go out to dinner,' said Emma. She turned to Rose. 'We were planning on going to France on holiday. Would you like to come along?'

'I'd have to go to my bank,' said Rose.

'Why the bank?'

'The goblins can forge real documents for a fee,' said Rose. 'The quicker you want it done, the more expensive, of course. Seeing as you want to go on holiday this summer, we don't have the time to wait for Her Majesty's Government to get a passport.'

'Very good,' said Emma. 'How much would it be for next week?'

'They could do it for the equivalent of about £250-£1000, which is about ₲50-200.'

'Is that expensive for you?' asked Emma.

'No. I make that much in interest every week,' said Rose, chuckling a bit.

'We'll stop on the way home,' said Emma. 'I think that there might be time to stop at Harrods on the way there.'

Both girls groaned, as both of them hated shopping for things like clothes.

'I have some decent skirts in my trunk,' said Rose.

'Bring them here then,' said Emma. When Rose returned, she said, "No. None of that will do. These look like these came from a charity shop in West Kensington!'

At Rose's look, Emma said, 'These did come a charity shop, didn't they? Not only do the fools not protect you from their son, they also don't clothe you properly?'

Soon they were in Emma's car on their way to London, where they would properly clothe Rose, and have dinner. The shopping trip took a little over an hour, giving them just enough time to get to the restaurant.

'Dan works here in London and takes the train to and from work everyday,' said Emma as they parked in a dentist's car park. 'We just have to wait a minute.'

\\/

They had a nice dinner at Santorè, an Italian restaurant in London, a couple of blocks from City University London. They were in the middle of eating dessert when Hermione piped up.

'Mum, dad, there's something I need to tell you,' she said.

'That Weasley bloke didn't knock you up, did he?' said Dan. 'I'll kill him.'

'No, it's nothing like that,' said Hermione. Rose reached out to hold Hermione's hand. 'I've just realised that I am gay.'

'You're gay?!' asked Dan right as Emma smiled. 'You knew?'

'I had suspicions,' said Emma. 'I mean, when there are plenty of boys at a school, and a girl keeps writing about another girl in her letters home, you sort of get the idea.'

'Are you okay with that, mum?' asked Hermione, holding Rose's hand very tightly. 'It took a while to convince you to let me go to Hogwarts in the first place.'

'That was before we found out that Fr Jonathan was an octopus or whatever you call them,' said Dan. 'You know a non-magical born to two magicals.'

'That's Squib, dad,' answered Hermione.

'We found out that he was a Squib, and he rather likes the idea of magic,' said Emma. 'Thinks that the fools who did one of the translations of the Bible mistranslated "evil-doer" as "witch". Seeing as he can actually read ancient Hebrew, he's pretty convincing.'

'And my being gay?' asked Hermione.

'Honey, we'll always love you, even if we get kicked out of every church in the whole United Kingdom,' said Emma. Dan nodded.

'I'm sorry that I was so abrupt earlier,' he said. 'I just wasn't expecting that. I assume that Miss Potter is your girlfriend?'

'We haven't gotten around to asking each other,' said Rose. She saw Hermione's face and read her expression. 'Actually, I'll have to revise that. Yes, we are girlfriends.'

There was no more drama that night, and they managed to get to Gringotts, where they were able to get a passport that they would receive in a couple of days, right on time for the trip to France. The price was towards the lower end of the scale, so Rose was happy.

'Rose, just so you know, you don't have to abide by the...um...clothing rules at the French beaches.' said Hermione.

'What do you mean?' asked Rose. 'I've never been outside of Britain.'

'Well, there are some beaches that you can wear as little or as much as you like, especially if your are female,' responded Hermione.

'Really?'

\\/ Five Years Later

'Hermione, did you see this little article in the paper?' asked Rose Potter-Granger, the Lady Potter.

'Which one?'

Rose took the paper and shoved it in Hermione's face. 'Read. Column two, paragraph four.'

'It sounds like a type of wizard IVF,' said Hermione. 'We should see this Healer.'

'Wait, Hermione, we've never even discussed this,' said Rose. 'Also, this is really only the fifth time that you've rushed into something without planning.'

'Really? What were the other four?'

'While it was one of the best decisions that you've ever made, one of them was asking me to kiss you,' said Rose. 'I'll do this if you want to.'

'I've always thought of adopting a child,' said Hermione. 'But to have a biological child that is a mix of our magic sounds great.'

They quickly made an appointment, and a couple of days later, they were in the office. 'Lady Potter?' called the Healer assistant.

It turned out that the title 'Lord Potter' was similar to the Queen. If there was only a female claimant with a strong connection to the previous Lord, then she'd become The Lady Potter until she had a male heir and either died or stepped down. Normally, this would've been a little tricky for her, necessitating a blood adoption, but this solution was better.

They walked to the office, where a young woman was standing. 'Are you The Lady Potter and Mrs Potter-Granger?' asked the woman.

'Yes,' replied Rose.

'And you're here for the potion?'

Rose answered affirmatively again.

'This sounds a lot like Muggle IVF,' said Hermione.

'It's a good thing this room is sound-proofed,' said the healer. 'Because I'd lose my job if they found out the truth. Yes, I was inspired by Muggle technologies to create this. I brew a potion, the recipe of which will remain strictly behind closed doors, and then you will each donate some blood to the potion.'

The healer took a drink from the mug on the table. 'Damn if Muggles don't know how to brew drinks,' she said. 'The person wishing to become pregnant will take the potion, along with a couple supplementary potions, which are completely normal by the way, used for most women, and then nine months later, a baby is born.'

'Are there risks to this?'

'Only the normal risks associated with pregnancy, milady Potter,' replied the healer.

Nine months later, Hermione gave birth to a healthy boy that they named Harry Daniel Potter, the Heir Potter.

During Hermione's labour, Rose said, 'Next time, I'll do this,' to which Hermione answered, 'Damn straight you will!'

Hermione and Rose eventually had three children—two boys and a girl, named James Charles and Lily Rose, respectively. No Dark Lords rose during the rest of their life, and they all lived happily ever after, dying at the age of 192.

A/N: I'm sorry if this is insensitive/the reactions are wrong, etc.

I personally am not gay, nor am I female, nor has a man ever sexually abused me. I am extremely LGBT-friendly, though. I'm sorry, but that was needed to get Rose to Hermione's house, and to cement her feelings. I'd like to think that they thought that they were heterosexual, but had a crush on the other

Like the story says, they've had "crushes" on each other for years, so I don't think this is sudden.

The inspiration for this story is that I read a fanfiction where a woman is giving birth, and her husband says, 'I'd offer to do it next time, but that's not how it works'. That got the idea of the IVF-thing in my head.

OMAKE:

'Do you think that there are other universes out there, Hermione?' asked Rose while they were packing for their trip to France.

'The mathematics point out the possibility of such a thing, yes,' responded Hermione in such a Hermione-ish way.

'What if in another universe I had a brother, Harry James Potter?' said Rose. 'Maybe he'd be as good as me on a broom.'

'I'd certainly hope that I'd still fall in love with you, though,' responded Hermione.