The Tale of Rose Zeller and her unfortunate older brother, Jarred

by Avese23

Rose Zeller is talented and possesses everything her older brother Jarred could ever want. She is brilliant at everything she tries, she has tons of friends, and magic comes as easy as a flick of her mother's wand. But something remarkable happens on Jarred's eleventh birthday. Instead of being rejected from Hogwarts, he gets not one but two letters! Read to unravel untold history!

4. Chapter 3

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 3- Jarred

Jarred cooled himself down so he could practice telling his parents about the letter. He desperately wanted to crumple up the second letter and burn it in the fireplace. But, a tinge of guilt spread over him. Rose couldn't control that she was the smartest and most powerful 9-year-old he had ever met. It wasn't her fault that magic seemed to enchant her silky brown hair. There was no blaming someone for being so talented that her dark eyes glimmered with knowledge.

But Jarred couldn't help feeling jealous of his sister. She had everything. She never had to work hard to accomplish her goals. She was an expert at stuff without practicing or studying. She was optimistic, popular, brave, kind, loyal, ambitious, smart...in fact, she could fit into any Hogwarts house! He, on the other hand was a stupid, lazy, crooked, wimpy, hated, pessimist. He was too odd for muggles, and too weak for wizards. He was basically an unofficial unloved/unloving outlaw.

He was also a rather gloomy person. Always sulking about something or another. Never quite satisfied. To be fair, Jarred had never known the feeling of praise or had anyone look up to him. He had been diminished and outdone millions of thousands of times. But today he could change that. He was truly magical. In fact, he was his parents first magical child! Jarred swallowed his fear and stood up tall. He was unstoppable. He was a wizard-tobe! He glowed as much as Rose did, well almost.

He spotted his parents; his dad, wavy shoulder length brown hair, slightly graying. He had a thick beard and a bushy mustache under a long beaked nose. His small almond eyes were glaring at a copy of the daily prophet. I hear him murmur something to my mother. Her light blue eyes widen and she clasped a hand over her mouth horrified. She wore big round violet glasses and had curly ginger hair, also graying. She was the first to notice Jarred enter the room wearing pajama pants, his chudley cannons shirt, and nervous expression. "Jarred, what is it?" His father turned to stare at him and Jarred looked down at his feet.

A faint mumble was the only reply he could manage. Any further attempt was long forgotten when; SWOOP!

Sinrose soared over Jarred's head and nipped his left hand he yelped and dropped the letter, which Sinrose snatched. Jarred's attempts to grab it back failed miserably. He watched helplessly as Rose walked into the room and Sinrose dropped it into her open hands. She scanned it, gasped, scanned it again, shrieked, and then started jumping up and down repeatedly. "It's for me! I'm in Hogwarts! Mum! Dad! It's for me!"

And Jarred's day dropped lower still.