Hi everyone! If you already read Rose Weasley and the New Order, thank you so much for continuing to read the series! If you hadn't, this is the second book, so I would suggest reading the first one on my profile. Thank you so much, and please review! -Collin

CHAPTER 1

THE NEWEST WITCH

Rose Weasley had a mostly uneventful summer until August 14th, when the postman came. This was a rare occurrence at the Burrow where she lived with her cousins, aunt, uncle, parents, and grandparents, who were all magical with all magical friends and therefore used owl post as a general rule. So when she woke up late that morning and looked out the window to see a Muggle postman coming up the front path, she ran downstairs to tell her mother and Uncle Harry. They were currently the only adults in the house, as her father was away on business, her grandparents had gone on a holiday to visit her Uncle Charlie in Romania, and Aunt Ginny had taken James, Al, and Lily to the Quidditch World Cup that she was reporting on. Rose was still a little upset that they could only get four tickets. When she came downstairs, Uncle Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the Daily Prophet, with her ten-year-old brother Hugo reading a book about the Chudley Cannons, and her mother cooking breakfast while listening to a Muggle radio station in the background. Uncle Harry looked up when Rose appeared and smiled as he said, "Morning, Rose, I see you're finally joining the waking world."

"There's a postman outside," she said, not wanting to waste time before discovering the explanation. Uncle Harry frowned and walked to the front door and up to the man, whom he spoke with briefly, and came back inside holding a letter.

"Who's it from, Harry?" Rose's mother asked him.

"It's from my cousin," he explained. "You remember Mr. Dursley, right Rose? You met him once, we saw him in London."

"Oh," she said. "I sort of remember him." Mr. Dursley was a Muggle, with a slightly balding head and a large build, who looked slightly uncomfortable around Harry, but normal. He was a businessman and had been wearing a very dull suit when she saw him. Uncle Harry opened the letter and began to read out loud.

13 August 2018

Dear Harry,

Hello, I hope you're doing all right. I know that we aren't very close—I've probably only seen you a few times since we were seventeen, and only exchanged Christmas cards and the like—and I know this is a bit much to ask, but something's... come up with Emma. I was wondering if maybe you could come up to London for a day or two, to help sort it out. If there's any more of... your kind of people that could come, that'd be great too. I'd appreciate it a lot. I know this is a bit odd, but I'll explain everything when you get there.

Thanks, Dudley

"Well, that's strange," Rose's mum remarked, and Harry nodded in agreement. "Who's Emma?"

"Dudley's daughter… well—why not, Hermione? We can go to Diagon Alley while we're there and get everyone's things for school," Harry reasoned. Rose's mother thought for a minute, then shrugged.

"All right. He is your cousin—and I doubt he would ask you to travel if it wasn't important," she said. "Rose, go upstairs and pack a bag for the weekend, all right? You too, Hugo." Rose was a little confused but excited to find out what was going on. She ran upstairs and threw some clothes and a few of her schoolbooks into a bag, along with her wand and a couple books for light reading. She ran back downstairs to find everyone else ready as well. The four of them walked to the train station and boarded a train for Little Whinging, just outside of London. When Rose stepped out of the train, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the uniformity of the quiet little suburb. They rode a bus to the right neighborhood, and Uncle Harry led them to a place called Privet Drive, where all the houses looked equally dull. Rose couldn't imagine growing up in this neighborhood, and immediately had pity on whoever Emma was. "Are you going to be all right coming back here, Harry?" her mother asked.

"It's where I grew up, but… I never thought I'd have to see it again," he admitted. "I'll be fine."

They walked to Number 4, and Uncle Harry rang the doorbell. The man Rose had remembered answered the door, though he was wearing a sweater and slacks instead of a suit. "Harry," the man said, extending his hand. Harry shook it as he said, "It's nice to see you."

"Hi, Dudley," Harry said. "This is my friend Hermione Weasley and her kids, Rose and Hugo." Dudley shook each of their hands. Rose could tell that he looked a little nervous. "What's going on? Why did you need me to come?"

"Dad, is that them?" a girl's voice called from inside.

"Yes, Emma," Dudley called. "Come in," he told them. They all entered the house, following Dudley down a small hallway to a sitting room, where a girl who seemed a little younger than Rose sat on the couch, looking very excited. "Emma, this is Mr. Potter, Mrs. Weasley, Rose, and Hugo."

The girl stood up, running up to them. She looked a little nervous when she introduced herself to the adults, but very confident once she turned to Rose. "I'm Emma Dursley, it's lovely to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Rose," Rose said, smiling at her. She still had no idea why she was there, but she was sure she was about to find out.

Dudley retreated into the kitchen and came back with a letter. "This is why I need your help," Dudley explained. Rose's eyes widened when she saw what it was.

A Hogwarts letter.

Uncle Harry nodded slowly, understanding why he was here now. "Right, okay. I sort of thought maybe... have you told her?" he asked.

"Well, she's known about—magic and all that—for a few years now, I told her about you—but yeah, I told her she, uh, got in."

"So am I really a witch?" Emma asked, practically bouncing.

"Yes," Uncle Harry said, "and Hogwarts is where you'll learn about magic."

"Do you go there?" Emma asked Rose.

"Of course," Rose said. "Every witch and wizard in the UK goes to Hogwarts."

"Does your brother?"

"Well, no, he's not old enough yet."

"Just one more year," Hugo said indignantly.

"Listen, Dudley, don't worry. Hogwarts is a great school and she'll be perfectly safe there. I've got two boys who go there and my daughter will in a year, and Rose is going to be in her second year now. The books aren't expensive and I know where she can get them. We were actually going to go get Rose her supplies tomorrow, Emma can come with us—and you can come too if you promise to… stay calm," Harry said.

"I'll stay calm," Dudley promised. "Why wouldn't I be calm? I've known about magic for what, 25 years?"

"Well, for starters, my brother-in-law runs a shop there and he's the one who made your tongue a few meters too long once," Harry explained, and Dudley shuddered. "And, you know, it can be a bit of a shock at first."

"I'll do it for Emma," Dudley said after hesitating a bit.

"Good. Colin can come, I'm sure—where is he?"

"Out playing in the neighborhood. I think he's probably—you know—too. He's been getting up to the same funny stuff you did."

"You're probably right, but he's only nine, let's not worry about him yet."

"Right, yes," Dudley said. "Well, you can make yourself comfortable, uh, Hugo can stay in Colin's room, and Rose with Emma. You and Hermione can have the sitting room, I'm sorry, I wish we had a guest room—"

"It's perfectly fine, Dudley, thank you," Harry said.

"Uh, Emma, why don't you and Rose and Hugo go for a walk outside?" Dudley said. "I want to talk to Mr. Potter and Mrs. Weasley about the school."

"Sure, Dad," she said. "Come on, we can go to the pond," Emma said, heading towards the front door. Rose and Hugo followed her outside. However, just outside the house, they saw a group of young boys running around kicking a football and Emma said, "Colin! This is Hugo, play with him."

Hugo looked at Rose for help, and she smiled. "Just be nice," she said. "Same rules as school for talking to them."

"I know, Rose," he said, "don't say magic, Quidditch, or Hogwarts," and went to join them.

"I thought we could get rid of them," Emma explained, and Rose smiled. "I figured you wouldn't want to hang around your brother much."

"Thanks," Rose said. Emma walked, mostly quiet, to a small park at the end of the road. Past a line of trees there was a clearing with a little pond and a log you could sit on, and Rose and Emma sat.

"So, you're a witch?" she asked.

"Uh, yes. You are, too," she pointed out, and Emma shrugged.

"I don't know. It's kind of hard to get used to. And I don't feel magical at all."

"Once you get your wand, it'll get easier."

"I get a wand?" Emma asked, excited.

"Yep. And robes, and spell books, and potion ingredients, and quills and parchment and probably an owl—"

"Why would I need an owl?"

"For mail."

"What?"

"You send letters with owls."

"No way."

"Yes, you do," Rose said. Emma was amazed. Then her smile faded a little.

"Is it… do most people have wizard parents?" Emma asked. "Am I weird?"

Rose shook her head. "No, it's pretty common to have Muggle parents, lots of people do. And almost everyone is somehow related to Muggles. There's all types of people at Hogwarts."

"What's Hogwarts like?" she asked.

Rose grinned. "It's amazing. It's a castle with huge towers and a forest and a lake, and there are four houses and you get Sorted into one of them when you get there. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They're all different personality types, kind of…" Rose talked about Hogwarts for almost an hour, and Emma just sat there in awe. Suddenly she looked up and stood up.

"It's getting dark, we should get back."

"Yeah, probably." They walked back, and had a slightly awkward dinner with everyone trying to fit at the table. That evening, Hugo sat in the middle of Emma's bedroom floor with Colin, Emma, and Rose, and released a Chocolate Frog. Emma caught it before it ran away and laughed as it wriggled in her mouth before she ate it.

"Even your chocolate's better," she exclaimed, giggling. "I'm so glad I'm a witch. I really want to get my wand."

"We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and get all your supplies. Oh, and you can meet Roxanne, she'll be in your year at Hogwarts, she's our cousin," Rose explained, then Emma looked over to the box.

"Is that a moving trading card?"

"Oh. Yeah, they come with Chocolate Frogs—all pictures move at Hogwarts—" Rose started to explain, but then noticed that Emma was staring at the card with wide eyes. She peeked over her shoulder and sighed. It was just their luck, wasn't it?

HARRY JAMES POTTER

(1980-?)

Most famous for defeating the Dark wizard

Voldemort in 1998 at the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry

Potter, also known as "The Boy Who Lived" was

also the champion of the 1994

Triwizard Tournament and is now head of the

Auror Office. He currently lives with his wife,

Ginny Weasley, former captain of the Holyhead Harpies, and

their three children, James, Albus, and Lily, in the English countryside.

Before Emma could ask any questions, Dudley knocked on the bedroom door."The boys should get to Colin's room. And you two should go to sleep."

"Okay, Dad," Emma said, and Hugo and Colin went to the other room. The second the door was closed, Emma asked, "Was that really your uncle?"

"Uh…yeah," Rose said uncomfortably. "That's sort of the whole story. Or, not really, but James and Al know more than me, and you'll meet them at school."

Emma didn't seem satisfied, but nodded, then asked, "Can I see a spell book?"

Rose and Emma stayed up late into the night, talking and reading. Rose had always wondered what it was like to be Muggleborn, and she almost wished she was when she saw the look of wonder on Emma's face. She knew that she took some things for granted about the wizarding world, and she was reminded when she explained how dragons and giants and elves and the like were all real and she saw Emma's eyes widen. She was so glad that people wouldn't really care anymore that she was Muggleborn. Rose would hate to see her get upset and think it isn't everything she hoped it would be.