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I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!


It was 9 o'clock in the morning. Rose already done a few things from the chores list, Vernon gave her. She cooked them breakfast, cleaned the windows, put the trash out and wiped the floor.

So, I still need to cut the lawn, water the plants, do the dusting and clean the kitchen, the corridor and the living room...

She sighed. All the things have to be done before Vernon comes home at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. It was nearly impossible, but Rose had to do it. If she didn't, she would regret it.

A familiar brown owl flew through the open window, and landed on the backrest of one of the kitchen chairs.

If Uncle Vernon were here now, I had to cook owl-roast for supper.

It was a letter from Sirius and Remus.

Dear Rose,

Maybe Moony really didn't incite you, but what else had he done to you? You're my goddaughter; you should be on my side! Just kidding. I'm really glad you and Moony get along so well.

The Woldcup is a really amazing event. I saw a final game when I was about your age.

When will you go to the Burrow? Moony and I was wondering if you would like to spend some time with us, before you go to the Weasleys. We already ask Dumbledore, and he said we could pick you up in a few days... if you like to.

We can understand if you prefer to spend the holidays with your friend and relatives instead of us, so feel free to say no.

Love,

Padfoot & Moony

Rose smiled about the idea to spend some time with Sirius and Remus. She could finally ask them about her parents. How they fall in love with each other, how good they were at school or just small things like what they favorite color were.

Expect of this, she could finally live, with people who like her, even when it was only for a few days.

She wanted to answer the letter as fast as possible and tell Sirius and Moony she would love to spend some time with them.

(Sirius's POV)

"Your owl is unreliable, Moony!"

"No he's not!"

"He is too! I sent the letter 4 hours ago, and he isn't back, yet!"

"Maybe Rose didn't answer yet, because she's still sleeping? It's 11 o'clock. Calm down, Padfoot."

"What...what if she doesn't answer, because…" Sirius mumbled.

"Sirius, stop it! I don't start this over again. She likes you and she will answer, even if she doesn't like to stay here."

"But... but how can we be sure she just doesn't want to spend time with us, because she doesn't like us?"

Remus sighed.

"You know, things would be much easier if you would listen."

Sirius opened his mouth to start another argument, when a certain owl landed on the windowsill.

"FINALLY!" Sirius shouted.

Dear Padfoot and Moony,

I would LOVE to spend some time with you! When will you pick me up? I can't wait. The sooner the better.

I don't know when I'm going to visit the Weasleys. Ron will write me, when he knows more.

Write me back as fast as possible.

Love,

Rose

"Wow!" Sirius said.

"What is it?"

"I think she really want to spend some time with us... here, read it."

"The letter is awfully short." said Remus thoughtfully.

"Yes. And it seems like she want to leave the place as fast as possible."

"Yes, but think about it, Sirius. Maybe she just want to spend some time with you, to get you know."

"No. It's something else. You said there's something wrong, remember?"

"I could be wrong."

"Yes, but I don't think so. Mark my words, she want away from there, not because of us, because of something else."

Remus sighed. He really became paranoid in Azkaban he thought. Remus almost regrets it; he said something could be wrong. It really felt like this yesterday, but when he thought about it, it made all sense. He knew she liked Sirius, and it's totally normal if she wants to spend some time with him, isn't it?

(Rose's POV)

"Girl! Come down here now!"

Oh no, I thought has I got up to go downstairs.

"Yes Uncle?" I almost whispered.

It was always a bad sign when Vernon came home and yelled, before he even closed the door. It didn't means Rose did something wrong, it meant he was angry, and need a victim.

One day he came home and beat her black and blue, because he sat in the traffic for an hour. Rose was only 8 years old, but he didn't mind. He came in and yelled at her, why she did it. When Rose asked what he meant, he starts beating her and said she made that 'funny business' so he arrived late for dinner.

"So, you little good-for-nothing think it's funny? I'm unemployed! Because of you!"

She didn't know what to say. It was a horrible her Uncle was unemployed. It means he would have more time to 'squash the magic out of her', and it means he's more than just a bit angry.

Vernon loved his job. It was a normal, boring job, so exactly what the Dursleys always preferred.

"And? What do you think you will do now, girl?"

"I...um...I don't know, sir." she said, and Vernon's hand smacked down at her cheek that second.

"Don't know what to do, eh? Think it's funny to ruin the family that which gave you a roof over your thick head, when your worthless parents died!"

He then grabbed the collar of her shirt, and dragged her upstairs to her room.

"I'm nobody's fool, and you just gone too far."

Rose was about to cry. She knew what that means. Pain until she felt numb, physical and emotional.

She hasn't any chance to fight her Uncle, he was bigger and stronger, and if she would fight him, it would make things worse, and so she let it happen.

The only thing she could do was not screaming and not crying, no matter what happen. If she would cry, he would be even madder, if she would scream, she would be probably dead.

Vernon kicked the door open, and threw her in. She crouched half under her desk. He opened his belt and pulls it out of his jeans.

"It was a bad mistake we didn't drown you, when you lay in front of our door."

He lunges out and in the next moment the belt hit her at the back. He keeps mumble things under his breath, how worthless she was, and what a big mistake they did, when they let her in.

He beat her for almost a half hour before he finally left her with a bloody back. She didn't even realize he was gone. The pain was overarching, she could only hardly breathe.

Slowly she opened her eyes.

I can't take this anymore. It's too much... too many pain.