Getting on the train to Hogwarts was the same as always, until a couple of boys came and pushed me into their compartment. Throughout most of the ride they beat me bloody.
When the train stopped and went black I was able to get out of the compartment and into a new one. The door swung open and a figure came in the room. I wondered what it was, but it hit me that it was a Dementor.
Dementors were the Azkaban guards. They sucked the happiness out of you, but I felt nothing. A Patronus appeared causing the Dementor to flee. A man, years older than me asked if I was alright, but I just looked up at him and kept my face emotionless, when inside I was wondering why I was unaffected.
He left awhile later since I wouldn't answer him. I got off the bus like it was nothing all the while being pushed and hit by random people. I wanted nothing more than to go to my bed and sleep, but I couldn't.
I found out that the man who used his Patronus was Professor Remus Lupin, the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. His eyes meant mine and he smiled, but I could show nothing in return.
My studies had gotten to the point where I had taught myself how to do a Patronus myself. As Lupin's was a wolf, mine was Lynx. Throughout the year I decided that I wanted to learn how to be an Animagus.
When I got to Professor Lupin's class he had a boggart. My turn came up and it turned into me. How was it that before I knew it my biggest fear was myself? No one knew what was going on, but a quick tug on my sleeve I realized that I feared what I would do to myself and others.
Lupin asked me to stay after class. Once everyone was gone he asked me about the boggart. I wanted to tell him something, but I kept my mouth shut and left the classroom.
It was the day to go to Hogsmeade, I couldn't go though, and even if I could I doubt I would. So the rest of the day was spent trying to change myself into an Animagus all the while wondering what I would be.
Hours later the golden trio found me by the lake reading. Harry started to yell at me. He told me it was my fault, that I should die, and all these things. I thought he knew about my father, but I guess he didn't.
Ron and Hermione just stood there letting him yell until he started to get physical. I knew that Hermione wanted to stop me, but she probably thought I deserved it. I could tell that's what Ron thought.
When Harry left it was hard to breath, but I was used to it. I grabbed my book and went into my room. Once I made sure no one could see or hear me I took a razor out of my pocket and slit my wrists open once more before passing out.
Then my father tore the painting of the fat lady and broke into the Gryffindor tower. I was blamed for both things and beat up twice. Founding out it was Neville's fault they stopped beating me up, but never said sorry.
For the past three years at school I found that when the Weasley twins had a prank it would be on me. They had done some nasty things, but they never stopped. I got used to it, but when they came near me I would flinch away.
Near the end of the year I found myself reading instead of eating and almost passing out every day. I could tell people noticed, but they didn't lift a finger to help. And I knew it would get worse.
From all of my studies I finally was able to turn into an animal. As I thought I turned into a black lynx. I was proud of doing it, but that was all. I didn't feel any happiness.
Sitting by the lake one day I was trying to find the next spell I should learn. Harry Potter walked up to me. I expected another beating so I put my book down and waited for him to start hitting me.
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, "For everything I've done to you over the past few years. I've done a lot to you I regret and I know you won't be able to forgive me for along time, maybe never, but I hope we could be friends."
I gave him a confused look wondering where all of this came from. He said he was sorry, but I couldn't understand. What had happened that made him say these things to me?
"You're father," he said sighing, "Is innocent. I…I'm sorry. I beat you. I ignored you. And you're my god sister."
"I…My father," I said trying to say what I felt, "I knew he was innocent."
"Yeah," he said reaching to touch me only to have me pull away from him violently, "Wow, it's just me. Why did you pull away?"
Instead of answering I looked down and moved away from him. He gave me a weird look before he realized why I was doing everything I was doing to him. He shook his head sadly.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked desperately.
"Yes," I said in a whisper.
"Come with me," he said standing up, but not touching me, "I'll bring you to your father."
I was surprised to say the least. I was going to meet my father. After years of wanting him to come and save me I was going to meet him. Standing up I started to limp next to Harry. The injuries I was receiving were getting a lot harder to hide.
"There," Harry said pointing to a door, "Go in."
Biting my lip I gently knocked on the door before entering. My father was resting on a cot and staring out the window. He turned and looked at me curiously before a face splitting grin covered his face.
"Rose," he said happily.
He pulled me into a tight hug causing me to let out a pain filled scream and him to let go. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to reign in the pain, but Harry and my father were already trying to find what was wrong.
I wanted to shake my head and not tell them, but instead I lifted my shirt and showed them the damage that was done to me. Bruises and blood were covering my stomach and chest.
The two men had tears in their eyes when they saw and I heard Harry say he was going to get Madam Pomfrey. My father started to question how I got all the injuries, but all I could say was everyone.