Disclaimer: this is all fanfiction. Rose Zeller is actually in the order of the phoenix. The world of harry potter is owned by JK Rowling.

Chapter one- Jarred

It was the summer of 1995, 11 year-old Jarred awoke to a soft hooting sound. The family owl, Sinrose, was perched on his bedroom window along with a new one. He jumped out of bed with a start. Finally, he thought to himself, my letter. He had never confessed this to anyone, not even himself, but he really didn't expect one. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised by it. It came to more of a surprise when he untied the parcel and found, not one, but two letters. One was addressed to him:

Jarred Zeller

23, Upper Flagley

The airy bedroom on the ground floor.

Both letters had the Hogwarts crest so there was no mistaking it. Two people were invited to Hogwarts, and he had no idea who the second was. All the information he had was the address (same as his, weird), and a location (the kitchen), the name was smudged. He wanted to question the owl, but it had flown off after taking a sip from Sinrose's water bowl. Of course, owls couldn't talk in the first place so it was a bad plan from the start.

As he got changed, Jarred pondered the mysterious letter. His father was the only one who ever went in the kitchen. And honestly, he was too old for Hogwarts, and a muggle. Maybe Emily had accidentally befriended a witch or wizard his age. It was unlikely, but possible. He opened the door to the kitchen and gasped. There in the kitchen with a plate of treacle tart, was his worst nightmare come to life. Jarred ran from the room flushed, wondering how such a great day could turn so wrong. The unfairness of it made his sob. This was his chance to shine. This was his chance to impress his parents once and for all. Now, it was ruined. Ruined by her.