A/N: Hullo! This is just a prolouge of whats to come. The story itself takes a little while to get to the good stuff (Rose and Charlie, I mean) for there is much you must learn of our little Rose. I do warn you, this may turn into an M rated story, but we shall see.

I do hope you enjoy!

And unfortunatly, I dont own anything of the Harry Potter series.

Rose Evans is not your average woman. In fact, save for her breasts and hips, many would think she was a man, due to her rather short cropped brown hair, and her always dirty face. But that's not exactly what makes her so special. No, Rose Evans is special because she's a witch.

But Rose never saw this aspect of her life as special, especially because of how the Wizarding World broke up her family. Rose was never meant to be conceived, being born twelve years younger then her oldest sister Petunia. Even still, Mr. and Mrs. Evans loved her as they did their other two daughters. Though, by the time young Rose was born, a thick wedge had already grown between Petunia and the rest of her family, and her birth was mostly unnoticed by the rivalling sisters.

Quiet, but with a temper that could kill, Rose was raised in the world of muggles while one sister went off to become a witch, and the other left as soon as she could. Rose didn't speak much, usually sitting in corners or on windowsills while her family fought, or while the tension skimmed just under the surface.

Lily and Petunia both loved Rose, but Rose hated their affection. She hated the fact that they fought constantly, sometimes even using her as a reason of their quarrels. She hated being born to two sisters who could love her so much, but hate each other so. It made her sick. And it only was because of Petunia's hasty leave at the age of 18 that she never found out that Rose, too, was a witch.

However, tragedies were about to strike Rose's life in a bundle, starting with the death of her parents when she turned 10. All three of the Evans girl's reacted differently to this, but Rose took it the worst. While Petunia watched on the funeral procession with a blank face, and Lily cried into her husband's shoulder, Rose was angry. She was angry as she was driven over to the cemetery, while she walked with her sisters, and while they stood at the burial place, each having a hand placed on her shoulder. Tears fell freely from her usually brilliant green eyes, and her tiny fists had clenched in disgust.

Yet it was when they both started to tell her that everything would be okay that she whirled to face them with vengeance on her face, sending both of their hands jerking backwards. She screamed at them that day, in front of 57 muggles. She screamed at them for fighting, for putting her in the middle, and how pitiful it was that the only day they could bear be around one another was the funeral of their parents. The only day they could pretend to love each other. And then Rose ran from the cemetery in tears and was not found for ten hours.

When she was found, by Lily, it was because of the fact that rocks were rising in the air, and then would combust, showering the little girl with dirt. Lily was surprised at the fact that her little sister shared her talent, but made it known to her that she must come and live with her, for Petunia would not understand. Rose complied and lived with the Potters, and would be starting Hogwarts the September after her 11th birthday.

When little Harry was born, Rose was ecstatic, and would play with the little infant every day, making him laugh with funny faces and having many one sided conversations with him. She loved Harry like a brother, and took pride when she taught him to call her "Aunt W'osie."

But happiness wouldn't last forever, for tragedy stuck out its ugly face again when Voldemort killed her sister and brother-in-law, leaving both her and little Harry orphaned, one alone, and one at a school with no money.

After the second funeral of her life, she desperately tried to find a place to stay to avoid going to live with Petunia, who was still blissfully unaware that Rose was a witch. She was lucky enough to be offered a place to stay by her best friend from Gryffindor, Jenifer, and stayed at the Sampson house for the rest of her childhood, earning her keep at Hogwarts by working in Hogsmeade through the summer, and helping Argus Filch clean the castle through the school year. It was tough, but she managed.

Rose never forgot about Harry, and though she respected her sister, she hated her for the Hell she put Harry through. She visited the Dursley's fleetingly, due to her hatred for Vernon and her dislike of Petunia's spoiled brat of a child. Rose would stay for some Christmas', and would always come 'round for Harry and Dudley's birthdays, though the latter grudgingly. She always told her older sister that she went to an all girl's school and was hoping to become a lawyer, and Petunia did her part and believed her. Both refused to talk about either their parents, or Harry's mother, and with nothing else really to talk about, they would end up not talking at all.

Her visits became more and more scarce, to Harry's dismay, when she moved to Romania. There she worked at the dragon reserve as a Dragon Breaker; taming the worst of the beasts the reserve got.

It is the summer before Harry's 11th birthday that the good part of her story truly starts.