I remember how confused dad had been. Honestly, he almost didn't want me going to Hogwarts! It took me and the Professor about an hour to convince him to let me give it a try! Even better, the Professor said that I have a brother there! I really do still have family! He said that I'd have to wait until after I get sorted into my house to meet him, though, which put a small rain on my parade. But I guess it's not like I don't get to meet him at all!

At the moment, I couldn't be happier. Even though I don't think he wants to admit it, I think Tony is too. In fact, he was determined to go with us just to see everything.

"Dad!" I grinned. "Uncle Steve! Hurry up! The Professor will be here any minute!"

Steve Rogers (yes, THE Captain America), and Dad were going to be going with us to shop for my school supplies. The letter said that I could bring an owl, cat, or toad… I sort of want an owl. Professor Dumbledore said that owls were used to deliver mail in the wizarding world, and I want a way to communicate with everyone back in New York.

"We're almost ready, Rosie. We're waiting on Capsicle. Apparently, he may look young, but he's apparently going to act just as old."

"Watch it, Stark." Steve glared. I laughed and ran to hug both of them. Within a few minutes of us standing and talking, a loud 'pop' was heard, and we all jumped and turned around to see a tall woman with a witch hat on her head. She smiled at us all.

"Hello, you must be the Avengers. My name is Professor McGonagall. I teach transfiguration at Hogwarts. And… you're Rosalie?" The woman said as she smiled down at me. I nodded.

"Yes ma'am! It's nice to meet you!"

"Same to you, Ms. Potter. Now, I must warn all three of you; Rosalie, you are very well known to the wizarding world. It is a long story, but you and your brother survived an attack, many years ago, by a dark wizard. No one has ever lived once he decided to kill you; your brother and you are the first. If someone knows your name, do not worry. It's likely, however, that they will not recognize you until you introduce yourself."

"A dark wizard?" I asked, confused. "Why… why would a dark wizard want to kill me? I was only a baby."

McGonagall sighed. "Not all wizards are good, Ms. Potter. It is unknown what the Dark Lord was after, but it is known that he wanted your brother, not you." She walked closer. "And I assume you two will be joining us?" She directed to Steve and Tony, who both had a hand on my shoulder. They nodded in reply.

"Yes, Ma'am." Steve replied. "We will be."

She nodded. "Right, then. Where is your fireplace?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, but what does that have to do with anything, Professor?"

"I was simply going to apprate, but there are too many of us. We'll have to use the floo network. It is a means of transportation for wizards. I hooked your fireplace up to it before I arrived here."

"… right. Well, it's this way."

Long story short, traveling by floo isn't exactly my favorite thing to do. Better (and faster) than the car, though. I quickly stepped out of the fireplace, and leaned on the wall to steady myself. It was nauseating, to be honest. But it was so worth it! Looking around, I couldn't help but to be amazed by everything I saw! There were so many different shops! Not only that, but it was full of witches and wizards! I laughed as a pair of seven year olds ran by, chasing what looked like birds made out of paper… but they were flying!

Looking behind me, I could see that Tony and Steve were just as amazed as I was! I swear, I thought Uncle Steve's chin was touching the ground. I was kind of surprised it wasn't. And dad.. Well, he looked like a kid in a candy store.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, making all three of us turn our attention to her.

"Now," She began. "We need to stop at the Wizard's bank, Gringotts, to get money from your vault-"

"She has a vault? How would she have a vault?" Steve spoke up. "She hasn't been exposed to this place… well… probably since she was born!"

"Did you honestly think her parents would leave her in this world with nothing? James would never even think about it. And Lily? Oh, she would've been outraged."

"I-I'm sorry, Professor, did you know my parents?"

McGonagall smiled at me. "Well I would certainly hope I did! I taught them all seven years at Hogwarts."

"A-And my mother's name… it was Lily? I was named after my mother?"

Once more, I got a smile in return. "Yes, Rosalie. Your middle name was your mothers, just like your father's name is your brother's middle."

Steve placed his hand on my head and ruffed my bright red hair.

"Should we get going?" He suggested.

I nodded. "Y-Yeah. Let's go!"

McGonagall led us to the very end of Diagon Alley, where there is a very large marble building known as "Gringott's Bank". We walked inside and were slightly freaked out (though we tried not to show it; it'd be rude) to find who worked there.

I looked up at the professor. "Er… what are they?" I ask.

"Goblins." She answered before going up to the front desk, where one of the meanest looking goblins sat, writing in a book. "Excuse me," Professor McGonagall spoke. "Ms. Potter wishes to make a withdraw."

"And does Ms. Potter have her key?" He said in reply, looking toward me.

I took a small step back and gazed up at the Professor in confusion. Key? What key? Within a matter of seconds, she reached into her pocket and pulled our a large key. She handed it to him.

"Right." The goblin muttered. "This way."

So. Much. Gold. Piles of it; insanely tall piles of gold, silver, and copper coins towered above me. "I-It's mine?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, and your brother's."

I nodded. "H-How much should I get?"

"A handful or two. Never know how much prices will have rose since last year."

I quickly got the galleons and we left the bank, while she explained to us how to pay for everything. Apparently, a galleon is equal to 17 sickles or 493 knuts. Could you imagine having to carry an entire galleons worth of knuts? That would be horrible!

"Now, Ms. Potter, you do have your supply list, correct?"

I nodded. "It's right here." I told the Professor, pulling out the list.

"Good. I'm afraid that I must leave at the moment, do you recall how we got here?"

All three of us nodded.

"In order to get home, when you pick up the floo powder, all you have to say is 'Avenger's Tower'. Remember, say it clearly."

"Okay. Thank you, professor! We appreciate it!" Steve and Tony said (not at the same time), and then McGonagall was gone.

I turned to Uncle Steve and Dad. "So… where to first? I want to get my robes!"

-time skip-

Soon, all we had to do was get my wand! Tony decided that he wanted to go look around, and so Steve and I went to a shop called 'Olivanders'. Apparently, this is where most people get their wands.

When we walked into the shop, we ran into a couple of ginger-haired girls (literally). One of them was my age, clearly about to start school at Hogwarts (I'd assume). The other must have been her mother. I quickly backed up and apologized to them both.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

"Nonsense, dear. It's alright." The older woman said to me, while the younger girl just smiled.

"I'm Ginny." She said. "Ginny Weasley. I'm starting Hogwarts this year. What about you?"

I smiled in return and held my hand out for her to shake. "I'm Rosalie Potter. It's nice to meet you! I'm starting Hogwarts too; I'm so excited!"

"Potter?" The older woman asked. "As in Rosalie Lily Potter?"

Steve nodded, deciding to make his presence known. "Yes, she is. Why?"

"Well, dear, it's just that Harry is here with us as well."

I turned my gaze up to Steve and my grin spread, but quickly faltered.

"H-He's here? W-Where?"

"He's probably with Ron at Flourish and Blotts getting his books."

The older woman smiled. "I know that you all were separated 11 years ago… not many do. Would you like us to get him?"

I nodded my head quickly, trying to contain my excitement. I don't have to wait until September to meet him! He's here! He's really here! Steve began to smile as well.

"That would be great, Ma'am. I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers."

"I'm Molly, Dear. It's lovely to meet you both. Now, Ginny, come along. We need to find Harry! He's going to be so excited!"

And just like that, they were gone, headed down the alley to Flourish and Blotts.

"I'm going to meet my brother." I realized, though I already knew. I began to feel nervous, anxious, and though I knew I shouldn't be, frightened. My stomach seemed to knot up with the thought of meeting Harry. Was he nice? Would he like me? Would he accept me? Does he even know that I exist?

"I know, Rosie. I'm happy for you! But we do need to finish shopping, so if we could get your wand while we're waiting…"

I took a deep breath and walked all the way into the door, and was slightly shocked at what I saw; this place was a mess! Was it ever cleaned? Boxes were thrown across the shop, stairs were covered in them, and dust was everywhere! Hesitantly, I walked toward the counter to see an old man searching through a book.

"E-Erm, hello?"

"Yes?" Came the reply. The man looked up and immediately jumped onto his feet. "Ah, Ms. Potter! I've been wondering when I would see you walk through these doors. Seems like only yesterday I gave your parents their wands! And your brother his!"

Wow… Professor McGonagall wasn't kidding when she said that a lot of people know who I am. It's almost creepy, to tell you the truth.

"Ah, but you're not here to hear my rambling, are you? Let me see here… I think I have the perfect wand for you!" He exclaimed, rushing to the back of the shop. He picked up box after box, inspecting it carefully, and then threw it down. Honestly, it distracted my mind from my brother so much, that I didn't even notice Olivander's door open and close. Steve did, though. He turned around and smiled, taking a step back.

"Here it is!" The man opened a box and pulled out a long, beautiful looking wand. "Mahogany, 11 inches, and a Veela hair core!" He handed the wand to me. "Are you just going to stand there like a statue? Give it a bit of a wave!"

Hesitantly, I grabbed the end of the wand and gave it a slight wave. Suddenly, wand boxes flew out of their places on the shelves, tumbling to the floor with a loud thud. Steve instinctively went to grab his shield, forgetting that he left it at home. I jumped back with a loud squeak of surprise, earning a chuckle from someone behind us.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I cried out. "I-I didn't me-"

"It's alright, Ms. Potter. It happens to most people. It's rare when it's the first wand you try."

I hurriedly placed the wand back on the counter and took a step back, not wanting to be near it any longer. A new one was soon placed in my hands. I closed my eyes to prepare myself, and gave this same one a wave. A flower pot broke. I put it down as well.

"I'm sorry." I looked down. Steve quietly stood beside me, watching with wonder.

Another wand was put in my hands. This time, though, when I waved it, nothing broke. Nothing moved. Well, there was the wind that seemed to surround me, but apparently that was good!

"Elm wood, 12 ½ inches, with a Unicorn tail-hair core. A very nice wand, if I do say so myself, Ms. Potter. That'll be 10 galleons."

I turned to Steve and he pulled out 10 gold galleons, before turning back to me and gesturing behind me. I ignored it for a moment. I knew what he was going to say. Oh, I hope they didn't see me make that mess!

"Thank you, Mr. Olivander!"

I turned around and was met with a boy about my age, with brown hair and green eyes. He wore large circular glasses, and seemed a bit surprised/curious. Outside stood about 10 other people. Seven of them had bright red hair. And there was also Molly and… Ginny… oh my god. Is this...?

"H-Hello."

"Are you… Are you Rosalie?" The boy asked. "Rosalie Potter?"