I do not own Harry Potter. Only Rose and the other OC's are mine :)

"Why the bloody hell wasn't I told!" I screamed, sending Dumbledore's office door off it's hinges and into the wall with a flick of my wand. I watched as the wizard, whom I've never thought of as old, looked up at me with decades in his usual twinkling eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about and he couldn't try to defend himself.

"Rose, take a moment to calm down," he said quietly. I exploded with rage at the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, much to the disbelief of the portraits lining the walls of all of the previous Headmasters and mistresses of the school.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Dumbledore! You've let me believe for almost thirteen years that my nephew was dead. Thirteen years! And you know what, I could have almost forgiven you, but then you gave him to my Muggle sister and her husband to raise! You know as well as I do that Petunia has always hated magic, yet you still let him, Lily's and James' flesh and blood, live with them! What the hell were you thinking! What gave you the right to ship Harry off to Privet Drive, eh? I know all about the blood bond that Lily gave Harry that night. You know that I could have accepted him more easily than Petunia! And I could have kept him safe from Voldemort's leeches but no! You, perhaps the greatest sorcerer of all time, thought it best to hand Harry off to people that you knew wouldn't raise him properly! For thirteen years! And I only know about this because of Remus! Why the hell did I have to learn about this from Remus! I'm his godmother, his aunt, and no one saw fit to tell me that Harry was alive! That he was even a little bit safe! That he was-"

"Rose," Dumbledore said quietly, stopping my shouts. I seethed quietly, letting the elder wizard speak. "You are right. I had no right to, as you say, 'ship Harry off to Privet Drive'. However, no matter how careful you are, Harry will always be in danger in the Wizarding World. He needed to be raised by his Muggle family because they could protect him without realizing how much danger he was in."

"I don't bloody care about the dangers of the Wizarding World!" I shouted, making a number of the portraits wince. I held up my left hand, my wedding ring glowing gently in the low light. "I know all about the Wizarding World! I've been rejected by half of it, remember?" I growled, remembering how few had come to my wedding. Not many people were eager to see a young witch, and a talented one at that, marry a werewolf. Even Remus seemed to agree, worrying too much about the well established line in society I would have to cross.

Dumbledore nodded and I remembered that he had been one of the dozen or so to attend my wedding.

"I know, Rose. You should have been told. You would have been told if you hadn't hid yourself so carefully," he nodded slowly. A blush rose to my face and I beat it down, indignant.

"I don't care! I could have been found, you just didn't look hard enough! And I wouldn't have gone into hiding if I knew that Harry was still alive! As I recall, I only left when I found out what happened to James and Lily. Don't try to pin this on-" I stopped talking, hearing the stairs outside moving. I spun on my heel, my eyes searching to identify the newcomer. Meeting his eyes, I gasped and took a step back, bumping into Dumbledore's desk. A delicate looking instrument spun in lazily circles as I set it into motion.

"Severus?" I asked the dark haired man. He stared at me, his eyes widening slowly and my smile turned into a scowl as I raised my wand.

"You bastard!" I shouted, lunging forward. Severus drew his wand quickly, wordlessly casting a shield charm. I rebounded off of the shield, growling.

"Rose, you haven't an idea what Severus has done for you," Dumbledore said quietly. Severus bowed his head, seeming ashamed and I narrowed my eyes.

"Sorry, I was paying more attention to what he was doing to us!" I spat. Phineas Black scoffed, commenting on how poorly I was raised, even for a Muggleborn.

"I'd ask you not to attack him, Rose. He is currently serving as Hogwarts' Potions Master," Dumbledore informed me. My mouth moved soundlessly and I tried to step towards my childhood friend and lifelong enemy. I was once again impeded by his charm and I seethed.

"I'm not in the mood for this right now, Dumbledore," I growled. "Snape, you better stay the hell away from me." Severus looked a little surprised, hearing that he'd be seeing me, and Dumbledore nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Rose is going to be staying at Hogwarts for a while. Remus is going to take the post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Rose has agreed to maintain his job during the full moon," Dumbledore explained.

"And Potter?" Severus sneered at Harry's name. My eyes narrowed and I saw red as I glared at my oldest enemy.

"He has a name, Snape," I growled. Severus frowned. "Harry's moving out of Privet Drive. He deserves someone better than Vernon and Petunia," I clenched my fist. Dumbledore coughed.

"He has Lily's eyes," he informed me. I couldn't help but smile; I hadn't seen Lily's eyes in so long. A mirror wasn't the same, my emerald eyes were always just a little more mischievous than Lily's. There was no comparison in my opinion. "Everything else is all James'."

"What does he know about Sirius?" I asked quietly. I knew that Sirius was an innocent man, I was there when Lily and James decided to make Peter their secret keeper. However, the words of a mudblood, especially one married to someone like Remus, hold little weight before someone like Barty Crouch Senior.

"Only the lies the Prophet spreads," Dumbledore shook his head sadly. My fist tightened.

"So not only does Harry not know that he does have relatives outside of the Dursleys, he also doesn't know that his godfather is innocent?"

"As far as I'm aware, he doesn't know that Sirius is his godfather. I don't even think Arthur knows."

"Arthur? Arthur Weasley?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I hadn't heard that name in years. Dumbledore nodded. "I haven't seen him in years… Is he still obsessed with Muggles?"

"I'd say he's more curious than obsessed," Dumbledore smiled. I raised an eyebrow but let it go. "Two of his children, Fred and George, are the new troublemakers. They're even giving the Marauders a run for their money."

"I doubt that," I said, rolling my eyes as I reached for my ever-present sketchbook. I withdrew the yellowed pad of parchment, tapping it with my wand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I said, activating the wand. Dumbledore studied it, delighted, as the title blossomed across the page:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Vulpes

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

The Marauders Map

"I thought this was still in Filch's office," he said, impressed as he studied our dots in his study. I grinned.

"Nah, that was Peter's copy of it. This is the original, made in my first year. The beginning of October. I had the seven passageways mapped out by the end of the semester," I reported, pointing to each one. Severus scoffed.

"Including the one where you and your friends tried to kill me?" he sneered. I smiled angelically at him.

"That one is my favorite," I said, my smile turning into a devious grin. "Although, as I recall, James and I did save your life. It's a shame, considering how you've repaid us isn't it, Snivellus?" Severus darkened at the name. "Too bad I spent all that time making the other Marauders leave you alone all because you were my friend at some point or other. Did you know that I actually threatened James each time he'd start planning something against you? All for you to turn against us. You even have the Mark to prove it," I said, gesturing to his left forearm. His eyes darkened even further.

"You don't know anything about me, Evans."

"Actually, it's Lupin now," I smirked, holding up my left hand. "You must not have gotten the save the date card when you were killing innocent Muggles," I shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, look at the time. I really must be going." I whistled and my broomstick flew obediently to the balcony. I smiled at my Firebolt, brand new, as it lowered itself a few inches as I walked closer to it.

"Don't forget the Statute," Dumbledore reminded me. I threw him a carefree grin.

"I won't. Don't forget the Death Eater in your dungeons," I smiled, laughing under my breath. I felt Severus' eyes on my back as I kick off of the balcony, racing towards Little Whinging. More specifically, Privet Drive, house number four.

I cast a Disillusionment charm over me, rendering myself invisible, slowing down as I neared the house. I stared at the home of the Dursleys, so average and nondescript that it faded into the blank canvas of suburbia.

I landed carefully in the back garden, storing my Firebolt in a corner by a neat looking gazebo. Still invisible, I peered into a window. Sitting at the dinner table sat my sister, her useless lump of a husband, a useless lump of a boy that I assumed to be their son, a rather large woman, and a scrawny pale teenager with messy black hair and green eyes almost identical to mine. I almost smiled. Then I heard what the woman was saying.

"You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup-" The glass that the woman had been holding in her fist exploded into shards. I stared at Harry, not sure if it had been myself or him that made the glass explode.

"Marge! Marge, are you alright?" Petunia asked panicking. The woman, now identified as Marge, laughed lightly, contrary to her size.

"Not to worry, not to worry. No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip," she shrugged it off, laughing lighting as a bulldog drank tea from a saucer. I watched as Harry, now faced with hateful stares from both my sister and her husband, excused himself and escaped into the hallway.

Since it was not quite time for school to start, I decided to watch the Dursleys, trying to decide if I should give them even an iota of gratitude. Judging from their behavior over the next few days, I could find no cause for me to thank my sister.

"Ah, excellent nosh, Petunia. It's normally just a fry-up for me of an evening, with twelve dogs to look after… Pardon me," she said, excusing herself as she released a rather disgusting belch. Honestly, Vernon and Petunia think wizards are the freaks!

"But I do like to see a healthy-sized boy. You'll be a proper sized man, Dudders, just like your father. Yes, I'll have a spot more brandy, Vernon…" She paused, drinking deeply from her glass, draining it in one go.

"Now, this one," she said, jerking her head towards Harry. "This one's got a mean, runty look about him. You get that with dogs. I had Colonel Fubster drown one last week. Ratty little thing it was. Weak. Underbred," she sneered.

"It all comes down to blood, as I was saying the other day. Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia, but your sister was a bad egg." My vision flashed red. "They turn up in the best of families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result in front of us."

I glared at the woman, grinning as she smoothed her hair, fidgeting anxiously. The discomfort didn't stop her from continuing her rant on my friends and family.

"This Potter," Marge began, pouring herself another glass of brandy. I swear that more alcohol spilled onto the tablecloth than into her glass. "What did he do for a living?"

"He- he didn't work. Unemployed," Vernon said, glancing at Harry.

"As I expected!" she exclaimed victoriously as she downed more and more brandy. "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who-"

"He was not," Harry said suddenly, standing from his chair. We were both shaking in anger, glaring at the obese woman. Vernon smiled anxiously.

"More brandy!" he offered. Marge waved him away.

"No, no. Go on, boy. Proud of your parents, are you? They go and get themselves killed in a car crash, and drunk I expect-" My fist clenched tighter. I glanced at my hand, seeing drops of blood appear where my nails had dug into my palm.

"They didn't die in a car crash!" Harry shouted, leaning forward angrily.

"They did die in a car crash, you nasty little liar, and left you to the be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!" screamed Marge. "You insolent, ungrateful little-"

And then she stopped talking. She swelled with anger… then kept growing. I immediately recognized the underage magic, still uncontrollable for my nephew. I watched as Marge ballooned, the doors to the back garden opening in the wind. Vernon jumped out, surprisingly fast for his size, and tried to catch his sister as she floated away. The bulldog sank his teeth into Vernon's leg as he began to float away, pulled by Marge. With a single glance at the scene, Harry's eyes widened and he sprinted upstairs. Silently, I followed him into the house, still invisible. I watched as he packed hurriedly, an owl's cage, a broomstick, and his trunk being the most prominent of his belongings.

"COME BACK IN HERE! COME BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!" Vernon shouted, almost crying angrily. I watched as Harry kicked his trunk open, withdrawing his wand before placing it an inch before Vernon's nose.

"She deserved it," Harry said, breathing shallowly. "She deserved what she got. You keep away from me. I'm going. I've had enough."

And with that, he slammed the front door behind him and marched down the street. I jogged back to the back garden, calling my broom. I straddled the Firebolt and took off silently, slowly following Harry as he collapsed outside a playground. I alighted near him, still invisible.

"Don't panic," I said quietly. I ignored my instincts as a large black dog slinked away at the sound of my voice. Harry jumped, his wand raised as I cancelled out my charm. He stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth moving wordlessly until a single word found it's way out. A word that broke my already cracked heart.

"Mum?"

A/N:

Aww, Harry 3

I'll try not to make him ridiculously immature in these few, more vulnerable, moments, but I think he deserves some weakness. After all, he's meeting his dead mother's twin sister whom he has never heard of or met since his parents died. Rather tragic.

Keep your eyes out for an update, it'll be there soon! (As in, later today/tomorrow morning soon!)

^.^ Susie ^.^