Hi, so this story is one that I started a few years ago. I wrote it out in a notebook and it was okay. I began trying to type it up, but lost interest, then lost my notebook. I found it earlier last year and read it to refresh myself. This is mostly the same, but without much of the plot. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is not mine, and never will be, I make no money from this fic... Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

Prologue:

This year Crystal Silverwood would be starting Hogwarts as a first year. She was so excited she was buzzing on the way to the floo. Her parents, both pureblood (as far as she knew) simply smiled down at their darling girl, the pride of both their hearts. However, as soon as she stepped gracefully from the floo, as all pureblood children are taught to do at a young age, did she become shy and nervous. Her father had never liked crowds, so he did not take their family to many crowded places, they used owl order for her books, a private tailor for her robes, and simply made a quick stop at Olivanders for her wand one day.

"Daddy," Crystal whispered, trying to press herself into his strong body, "There are too many people, make them go away."

Jotham Silverwood sighed; it appeared that his daughter got his strong dislike of crowds, in addition to his other traits. "It's alright, sweetheart," he said soothingly, patting her softly on the head, "soon you won't notice them and slowly it will get better, I promise."

Elizabeth Silverwood smiled fondly down at her daughter, she loved crowds, but it appeared her daughter did not inherit that trait, even with the others. "Come on dearest, let's get your trunk onto the train," With that the Silverwood family loaded their daughter onto the train, gave her a hug and a kiss, promised to write, and stood watching as the train pulled out of the station.

"Will she really be okay at a school filled with people?" Elizabeth queried her mate.

"Yes, my darling, she will be, even if it takes more time than the other children." Jotham soothed his mate, hoping his words were right.

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Crystal was nervous sitting on the train in her compartment, she had never really been to many of the social gatherings the other pureblood children were at, preferring to stay home with her father. She didn't know anyone except a boy by the name of Draco Malfoy, and a girl Sara Fawcett.

She sighed, hoping she would make friends quickly, just then a boy poked his head in the door, "Do you mind if we sit here, everywhere else is full?"

Crystal blushed at being the center of attention, "Sure, come on in."

Three boys walked in and a girl, the boys were introduced as Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter. The girl was Lily Moon. The boy, Weasley, didn't seem very nice to her, and her father had told her to always trust her gut feelings. But Longbottom seemed nice enough. Suddenly she realized who this Potter kid was, she gasped and Potter chuckled. "I see you've remember who I am,"

Crystal blushed a deep red and managed to stutter out, "Y-you're Harry Potter,"

"Naturally, Rose," said Weasley, laughing a little, "We just introduced ourselves to you."

"Rose," Crystal whispered questioningly.

"Well, you haven't graced us with your name and your face is a lovely rose color, so," Weasley trailed off.

They arrived at the castle and were sorted into their houses. Crystal got sorted into Ravenclaw and as such, didn't see the boys she'd met on the train much after that. And yet somehow the nickname stuck.

As much as Crystal hated nicknames, and especially despised the nickname Rose, it stuck, for nearly 6 years, it stuck to her like glue. The teachers still called her Miss. Silverwood, but everyone else called her Rose.

Little did she know it, but letting people see her as Rose would come and bite her in the butt during her 7th year.

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