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2013...WE SHOULD ALL BE DEAAAAAAAAAAAAD! I joke.

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, Harry Potter does not own me, JKR owns Harry Potter and I own Rosie and Artemis and Mirielle and The Masons and an Mrs. Lichtenstein who has been mentioned a couple of times is you remember but i'm not entirely sure if so in this chappy.

One more thing, I haven't read it through so the mistakes are all mine...you can check it for me. ;)

Chapter 3

Breakfast at the Weasleys

"Shhh, don't worry my little flower. Your mother will come home soon." His voice was like a whisper in the wind, quiet yet calm and a little comforting. It didn't sound very convincing though. He didn't sound convinced himself yet he still somehow managed to calm me down till the tears stopped flowing.

A loud 'crack' filled the air and a very familiar young man with shoulder length black hair appeared holding onto a beautiful, young auburn haired witch with life-less amber eyes, my mother.

She didn't appear to be moving. Why wasn't she moving? Was she sleeping? Why was she sleeping with her eyes wide open? Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed this.

"POPPY!" My father screamed. I let out a cry. The familiar black haired man turned around to look at me with wide, dark eyes...they seemed to go on forever. "What did you do?" my father hissed. He sounded terrifying. The tree's outside continued to whack against the windows even harsher than before. I buried myself further into my father's arms, trying to block out his yelling.

"It was her own fault; I'm only here to deliver the body..."the black haired man sneered. "It's your daughter he wants...he's coming for her and the boy, tonight." The man turned to point his wand at me as he spoke. "The dark lord has many plans for this one..." his slimy cold hands touched my hair and I let out a squeak. It didn't hurt, it was just terribly cold.

"Don't you touch her!" My father set me in my crib to go to my mummy. I watched through the bars as he crouched down next to her and begun to stroke her hair. It looked so soft and red...beautiful, I wanted to run my fingers through it but I couldn't escape the cage.

He unclipped a beautiful necklace from around her neck and walked back over to me with a grim look on his worn out face. He then picked me up into his warm arms only to clip the necklace on my neck.

"You'll regret this Sev, Poppy loved you...you'll regret this someday," my father growled before watching in satisfaction as the familiar dark haired man cowered beneath his glare.

With a kiss on my forehead we vanished into the night, my father and I...however when we arrived at our destination I was snatched out of his arms and...

"ROSIE WAKE UP!" I groaned before rubbing my eyes. That dream seemed so real. I looked up sleepily to find Ginny's face hovering over mine. "HOLY SHIT!" I scrambled backwards off the bed and landed in a heap on the floor with the quilts wrapped around me, oww?

"Why do you people have to do that?" I hissed, attempting to untangle myself from the quilts.

"What people?" Ginny asked, her head cocking to the side like a cute little puppy as I wrestle against the sheets. I stood up and pulled it (not realising that it had wrapped around my legs) and I fell to the floor, again, with a loud crash.

Why is it always me?

"I'm telling you Ron!" I exclaimed for what seemed like the gazillionth time that morning. "I am going to try out for Quidditch and I am going to be awesome!" Ronald Weasley merely stared at me as if I just said Dumbledore was gay.

"Snape's more likely to profess his undying love for Harry than that happening!"

"Well," I began as he made our way into the kitchen. I ignored all the weird looks. "He is awfully mean to him and you know what they say..." I trailed off as I caught sight of a beautiful bacon roll simply calling out to me.

"Yeah but Draco's mean to Harry too," Ron began with a smirk. "That doesn't mean he's head over heals in love with him."

"Doesn't it?" I delicately raised an eyebrow before reaching over and stuffing the roll into my mouth. Ron looked at Harry...then at me...and then at Harry again before smirking.

Oh yes, I'm that awesome.

Meanwhile Ginny just continued to glare at me. What? She was fine this morning.

"How can she accuse harry of being gay?" Ginny not-so-muttered under her breath with an evil voice. "He's perfection," Everyone save for Mrs. Weasley and Harry, of course, heard her. My hands balled into fists and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from screaming at Ginny. Fortunately Fred, George and Percy waltzed in the room one after another unaware that they just saved their younger sister from the wrath of Rosie.

That doesn't sound very impressive...or scary.

"Morning all," Percy said with a smile before going to sit down opposite me. "Good morning Rosalie. Could you say something to me in French? I want to see if I can understand you." EH?

"Umm...why?" I stated, sounding very frenchy. I joke.

"I just told you, I want to see if I can understand you." He replied slowly as if I couldn't understand him.

I shrugged my shoulders before grinning up at Percy was the most genuinely fake smile I could muster up. It fooled him alright.

"Bonjour Percy, comment vas-tu?" (Hello Percy, how are you?)

"Bonjour Rosalie, Je suis un singe volant." (Hello Rosalie, I am a flying monkey)

"Of course you are, very good Percy. Who's your teacher?" I asked not even bothering to hide my chuckles. Percy, for some unknown reason, didn't notice I was trying my hardest not laugh at him. He was far too busy beaming with pride, of himself, clearly thinking he was better at speaking French than the French.

"Myself of course, I'm trying to impress Penny," I raised an eyebrow. Penny? Who the bloody hell was Penny? "She can speak fluent French," I allowed my other eyebrow to join the other at the top of my head where they sat together contently. "Penny is my...a friend,"

"Mmhmm..." I said, clearly with a tone that said I-don't-believe-you-but-I'll-drop-it-for-now. I noticed, from the corner of my eye, that Harry was watching me curiously. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear "I said hello Percy, how are you...in French...and he replied, hello Rosie I'm a flying monkey,"

Harry stared at me quizzically while I just grinned up at him while nodding furiously. Slowly, bit by bit, his smile got bigger and bigger until he was hardly unable to keep his chuckles to himself.

"Wot?" asked Ron. Crumbs went flying out his mouth and all over the table. He swallowed. "What?" He looked back forth between us curiously. "No seriously, what is it? Tell me." Harry leaned over and whispered exactly what I had told him before leaning back into his seat.

Ron laughed before telling it to Fred and George who had just sat down and Ginny, who was sitting opposite me.

Fred turned to his brother with a serious expression. While we all sat back trying to contain out laughter. "So, a flying monkey huh?" That set us all off.

Ron snorted into his tea spraying it all over Ginny who, in fright, leapt up and knocked over her porridge. George, finding this incident even funnier, gripped onto his brother who lost his balance propelling them both to the floor.

Everyone glanced at the pair who were laying there dazed and confused before laughing even harder than before.

Mrs Weasley let out a small chuckle at the scene as she handed me my Hogwarts letter. Finally once everyone clamed down Percy pulled out his chair.

"Well...I don't see how that was GAH!" As soon as he sat down he leapt straight off again and pulled up a grey, wheezing feather duster. Since when did feather dusters wheeze?

"E-Errol?" choked Ron as he attempted to smother his laughter. "Errol!" He rushed up to Percy, took the floppy owl before extracting a letter from under its wing. The rest of us were still trying to recover from that random moment.

"Finally—he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys." Clearly he was talking to Harry...I was rescued too!

"What about me?" I snapped. Ron wandered off to the back door and tried to stand Errol on an old wooden perch but he just flopped off again. Fail.

"Oh yeah, I mentioned you and your hormonal aunt too," was all he said. "Dear Ron, Rosie and Harry if you're there. I hop everything went all right and you didn't do anything illegal to get them out, Ron, because that would get them into trouble too. I've been really worried and if Harry is alright, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl because I think another delivery might finish your one off. Tell Rosie I have her books from last year and if she so much as refuses to take them back I'll turn all her robes pink...and before she says "I'll just be able to turn them back," you won't because it can only be undone by me," I sighed. Of course she'd find away to do it but I could just change all her robes slytherin green...maybe not.

"I'm very busy with schoolwork, of course' – How can she be?" Said Ron in horror; his eyes wide as saucers. "We're on vacation—'and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon alley next week? Let me know as soon as you can. Love from Hermione,'"

"Love? Oooooh!" I teased sending the boys large guffaws. Well, not all the boys.

"Not. Funny," Growled Ron his ears pinker than the flowers blooming in the garden.

"Well, that fits in nicely," Mrs Weasley began, appearing unaware of the goings on at the breakfast table. "We can go and get all your things then, too," She grinned to herself as she began to clear the table. I opened my Hogwarts letter while everyone began chatting what they were going to do. There sure are a lot of Lockhart books; Goshawk, Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart, Lockhart...oh and what do you know? Lockhart.

I awoke a bit on the late side the following Wednesday. We were supposed to be up early so that we could go to Diagon Alley to get our books and stuff. I, however, slept in and while everyone was having breakfast (bacon sandwiches, which I won't be able to eat!) I was having a bloody shower!

Well, at least I won't stink. Unlike some people, Ron *cough cough*.

"Rosie! HURRY UP!" Ron hollered from down the stairs.

I quickly tied my laces together before looking in the mirror.

My hair was completely soaked, dripping down my back leaving trails on my robes; my browny/golden eyes were shining in excitement. I was going to see Hermione and get out!

My hair was a little longer than last year and my lips appeared a little fuller, there wasn't much difference in my form last year but I could say I had grown an inch or two taller. Last year I was 5"2 and now i'm 5"5. See, just a few inches.

My hair had most deffinately grown longer...and it was still auburn which was a good sign. My teeth were nice, white pearly gnashes although my incisors are a bit long...oh great, I look like a vampire.

I have fangs!

"Rosie!" Mrs Weasley yelled.

I ran a brush quickly through my hair before pleating it as fast as I could making sure all the hair was out of my face save for my side fringe. I have to admit, it's quite difficult pleating hair fast when it goes all the way down to your waist.

"ROSALIE THOMAS, GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Mrs Weasley yelled once more sounding much like my Aunt. I panicked, checking myself in the mirror once more and then sprinted down the stairs only I, being my clumsy idiotic self, tripped and kart wheeled down the steps. I landed at Harry's feet with a large bang.

"Oww, my head," I complained, my hands running through my hair. Artie chirped from somewhere in the room. He was clearly worried for me.

"We're running low, Arthur," I heard Mrs. Weasley sigh from above me. "We'll have to buy some more today...Ah well, guests first! Harry, Rosie...after you dears." NOW? Aww...why now? I'm feeling dizzy, I could be DYING!

I looked up only to see Mrs. Weasley shaking a flowerpot in my face. I've officially gone crazy...er! That bump to my head has made me see illusions of the mind...I am deffinately dying.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" Harry stammered. Well, now I feel like a complete idiot. She was shaking that in my face. Stupid, stupid, stupid Rosie!

"Yeah, we've/they've never travelled by Floo Powder before," I chirped at the same time as Ron. Only Ron added "Sorry, Harry, Rosa, I forgot." Rosa? Aw dancing frogs on ice-skates...does he seriously have to call me ROSA? It's Rosie...Row-see!

"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?" Oh great.

"Underground," I said.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry eagerly to which he nodded before doing the same to me. "Really?" I nodded. "Were there escapators? Rosie, how exactly—"

"Not now Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. I watched as his face deflated. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Hey, Arthur," His brown eyes shot to mine. "I'll tell you all about the moving staircases later," His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree before nodding over exuberantly.

"You two, watch us first," Fred said, gesturing to Harry and I. He took a nip of sparkly powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and tossed the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire changed to an emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished with a poof and a hell of a lot of smoke.

"You must speak clearly, dears," Mrs. Weasley told Harry and me as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot.

"What about me? I have an accent." Mrs. Weasley looked down at me as if I just said 'carrots are fruit from space,' which I didn't.

"Harry will be with you, he'll be speaking. If that's alright with you Harry dear," Harry nodded. "And be sure you get out at the right grate..."

"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and swallowed George whole. Smoke filled the air after the other Weasley twin's disappearance and I began to cough a little.

"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly—"

"He'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too. My stomach groaned a little. I'm so hungry I could eat a hippogriff.

"But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?"

"They wouldn't mind," Harry reassured her. "I'm sure Rosie's aunt would be glad to get her off her chest," Harry teased before continuing whatever he was saying. "Besides, Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that—"

"Well...all right...you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going."

"And keep your elbows tucked in," advised Ronald only he stared directly at me. I blushed in embarrassment and grinned sheepishly at him knowing he was directing those comments toward me and my sheer clumsiness and bad luck. It's not even my fault.

"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot—"

"Don't fidget," said Ron, once again staring directly into my eyes. "Or your might well fall out of the wrong fireplace—"

"But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George."

"Can I go myself?" I asked. Everyone looked at me. I shuffled uncomfortably under their stares of incredulity.

"S-sure dear, Harry first." I watched as Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward. "D-Dia-gon Alley," He coughed out and I watched as my best friend vanished into the flames. Smoke tickled my lungs as I stood there with my mouth agape.

"My turn!" Exclaimed as I grabbed a handful of the powder and stepped up to the flames excitedly.

"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" I heard Mrs. Weasley mutter to Mr. Weasley. "After all...she is related to—" but I missed the last part because the roar of the flames blocked them out.

"Diagonally," I called out, completely unaware that because of my accent it didn't sound like "Diagon Alley," but "Diagonally".

It felt as though I was being pulled through a giant drain. Everything was spinning...very, very fast and my ears seemed they were about to explode; the roaring in my ears was simply deafening. I kept my eyes shut in hope that this would all end soon at it did.

I face planted the ground with a large thud. "Oww," I groaned before realising the ground was quite...soft for...well...you know, the ground. It was then that I noticed that thr ground was breathing and it had hair.

"Oh my word, harry!" Harry looked up at me and I felt incredibly bad. His face was covered in soot, his glasses were clearly broken and his face was scrunched up in pain.

"R-Rosie?"

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" I screamed only to have a hand cover my mouth. My eyes widened and I froze in shock.

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