There was a final loud CRASH as the door broke down to reveal a very large man with a huge, bushy beard, beetle-black eyes, hair that matched his beard, and wearing large and shabby looking - were those robes? Yes, they were robes! Rose had never seen someone wear robes outside of movies or halloween, so this struck her as quite odd.

The large man was quiet, turning around and placing the door back into the frame with his hands, completely ignoring the fact that there were no longer any hinges. It was probably best to be careful when leaving, Rose noted.

When this ginormous man turned around, he asked, "Now, where's Rosie?"

Rose blinked. No-one ever called her Rosie. At school, they all called her Potter, except for Mrs. Bray, her teacher, who called her Rose. The Dursleys only ever called her 'girl' and 'freak'. Yet this man… called her Rosie. She liked him already.

"You'll not be here, you freak!" Uncle Vernon spat, reminding Rose that he was there. He leveled the gun at the giant man, and Rose was terrified that the first sign of her possible salvation might be destroyed.

"Mister, watch out!" she yelled, before she could stop to think about why that was a terrible idea.

She had done so before, jumping in without thinking. Once Dudley had been picking on some other kid at school, she thought her name had been Lilana, and had rushed to save her. The only thing that got her was beat up by Dudley, and Lilana was pulled out of school less than a month later because there had been an accident that left her blind.

Another time, while running away from Dudley, she had run all the way to the neighborhood pool, and lept into it to avoid Dudley, forgetting that she couldn't swim. The lifeguard saved her, but she had been punished severely by the Dursleys for "calling attention to herself." They did not give her swimming lessons.

But the man laughed, a great, big, booming laugh, and grabbed the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands and twisted it up into the shape of one of those nasty stale pretzels that Rose was sometimes given when the Dursleys were feeling 'nice'. Then he threw it to the side and turned to her, a great big smile on his face that made Rose herself want to smile,

"There ya are, Rosie! Was worried about ya. Weren't gettin' yer letters an' all. Dumbledore sent meh with yer letter tah deliver tah ya in person. Here ya go," he smiled as he handed her a letter, exactly like the others she had never gotten to open.

She opened the letter and looked at it. Her eyes narrowed. "Who are you? Is this some kind of joke? It's not very funny. I stopped believing in magic when I was eight. And here I thought you might be trying to get me out of this dump, but really, you're working for them, aren't you? Damnit. I actually had hope this time that I would get out of here!"

The man looked at her and his jaw dropped open. "Wha-? Yeh… Yeh don't know… Yeh don't believe…"

Rose looked at his face and then turned to the Dursleys. "Nice try, Uncle Vernon. You almost had me this time. Where'd you get this one anyway?"

Uncle Vernon gave her this look of utter disbelief. "He's not one of mine! I would never associate with a freak like that!"

"Wait… What? It's… not a joke?" Rose turned back to the man and gasped out, "Please… tell me everything… Does this have anything to do with… with my brother?"

The man soon introduced himself as Hagrid, and said he was the groundskeeper at Hogwarts, the biggest magic school nearby. He got incredibly angry at the Dursleys for keeping her in the dark, and gave Dudley a pig's tail, curly and pink, which made Rose giggle, mostly because Dudley hated pink. He gave her a birthday cake and told her the real story of how her parents died. But most importantly, he told her that her brother's name was Harry, and he was her twin. Then, after he had explained magic and everything else she had wanted to know, he handed her his coat and told her to get some rest, they were going to buy her school supplies tomorrow.

"Can I meet my brother tomorrow?" Rose asked Hagrid, just before she went to bed.

"It's very likely, Rosie," Hagrid grumbled sleepily before rolling over and falling asleep.

When Rose woke up, there was an owl tapping at the window. Why, she had no idea, but it was carrying something, not to mention extremely annoying, so she got up to let it in.

The bird, of course, was ungrateful and dropped whatever it had been carrying on her head before beginning to attack Hagrid. Rose was not the biggest fan of birds in general.

"You bloody bird, what was that for? I hate birds!" she cursed as she pulled the whatever it was off her head. "The Daily Prophet? A… Newspaper? Magic Newspaper?" Rose giggled. "Hagrid! An owl flew through the window and dropped a magic newspaper on my head!"

Hagrid grunted, "Pay 'im," while still half asleep, somehow, despite being attacking by, in Rose's opinion, the most annoying bird in existence.

"What?" Rose asked. "What with? And isn't this your paper? You pay the owl!" She stomped her foot angrily.

"Al'ight, Al'ight," Hagrid grunted as he sat up. "True, 's my paper." He pulled a bag of strange looking coins out of one of the many pockets in his coat and counted out five of the smaller ones and placed them in a pouch on the owl's leg. The owl flew away the moment it had it's money.

Hagrid then turned to Rose. "Now, we ought ter eat sommat. Cake?" He handed her the box which held the remainder of her birthday cake, which the two of them soon finished off.

Hagrid then said it was time to go shopping for school supplies, so Rose asked him again, "With what?"

"Well, yer parents didn' leave yeh broke, now, Rosie!" Hagrid chuckled, "We're off ter Gringotts, the Wizard bank!"

"Wizards and Witches only have one bank?" Rosie asked Hagrid as they stole the boat that she and the Dursleys had gone to the island in. "That seems like rather poor planning."

Hagrid gave her a funny look, so she decided to shut up now. Hagrid appeared to be reading the newspaper anyway.

Across the small stretch of water and a bit of land, right on the outskirts of London, was the foster home of one Harry Potter. Well, and Jonny Lane and Louis Davis too, but they hold no importance.

Now, on this day of the thirty-first of July, a stern looking woman rapped at the door early in the morning, looking for Harry Potter.

The door was opened by the resident foster-parent, William Russ. He seemed very confused as to why there was a stern old woman on his doorstep at seven in the morning.

"Who are you?" he asked her, frowning.

"My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, and I would like to see a boy in your care by the name of Harry Potter. He has been accepted into my school," she replied evenly.

"Harry, huh?" William looked at her. "Yeah, I can see that. Harry might be a bit nosey, but he's a good kid, and smart as a whip. I have no doubt he got into some fancy private school." William turned around and yelled into the house, "Harry! Someone here to see you about some fancy private school!" and then simply walked off into the house, leaving Minerva on the doorstep.

Harry quickly came running, and soon he was the one in the doorway, scowling at Minerva. "Who are you?"

Minerva sighed, "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am here to give you your acceptance letter." She then -gasp- handed him his acceptance letter. It was anticlimactic.

Harry opened the letter, read it, and then glanced up at Minerva. "Magic, huh? That's what I can do?"

Minerva looked down at the rather small eleven year old and replied, "Of course. I am also here to escort you shopping for your school supplies."

"Are you paying for them?"

"No. We will be getting money from you and your sister's trust vault at Gringotts"

Harry's face shifted instantly into one of shock. "Sister?"

Minerva, confused, tilted her head and asked, "Yes, your twin sister, Rose. Didn't you know about her?"

"No… I would like to meet her, though," Harry told Minerva, giving her a shy smile.

Minerva nodded and said, "If that is what you wish, we must get going, or there will be no time for a family reunion."

Harry nodded, grabbed his shoes, and then followed Minerva out the door.

The Leaky Cauldron looked rather shabby for a famous establishment, Rose thought. The place looked unclean, not in a way that made the place repulsive, but in a way that made them seem understaffed. The furniture was old, like there was either not enough money or enough time to buy new tables and chairs. However, it had this warm, sort of bright and pleasant feeling to it.

She quite liked it. Until Hagrid clapped her on the shoulder and told everyone who she was.

There were so many people, coming at her all at once, all wanting to shake her hand like she was the heroine in some children's story. (Which I suppose you could say is true.) She didn't want to shake any hands, but some people were grabbing hers and shaking it against her will.

Then something incredible happened.

Across the pub, the door opened, admitting a Professor and her young charge, a boy you might recognize with black hair darker than the shiny plastic sides of a magic eight ball and bright green eyes the color of the curse which slew hundreds of people including his own parents.

Yes, yes, you all know it's Professor Minerva McGonagall and young Harry Potter, but let me have my fun, would you?

Now, this Harry Potter, unlike the great majority of Harry Potters you will ever meet, did not get beaten for noticing things and doing well in school. In fact, he had been top of his class most of the time. He noticed lots of things around him and was not, as many a Harry Potter is, thick as a brick wall. So he noticed the cluster of people around something or someone next to the very tall man at the back of the place within seconds.

"Professor," he asked sweetly, "Why is there a clusterf- a large cluster of people back there?" Harry mentally cursed himself. He didn't know how this Professor felt about swearing, and if he said the wrong thing, she could make his life very hard.

McGonagall merely sighed. "I do believe I found your sister," she told him before beginning to march over there purposefully. "Clear out, everyone! She's eleven, leave her be!"

Harry followed the Professor as fast as he could without running. A sister… this was something he had never dreamed of, but was really just perfect. He had family after all, a twin sister. If all went well today, they could become close and look out for each other…

Rose looked up at the stern woman who had shooed away the ridiculously large hoard of people who had gathered around her like zombies around a living human without a weapon with a extremely grateful look on her face. Then she saw the boy behind the woman.

She didn't need an introduction, the moment she saw the way he looked at her, knowing and hopeful, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this boy was her twin brother.