Rose Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived
A/N: As the title suggests, this will contain fem!slash, and fem!Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter, etc etc etc.
Prologue 5: Rose Potter and the Quidditch World Cup
'You know that mass murderer, Sirius Black, who escaped from prison, he's my godfather,' said Rose. 'And if you don't treat me right, I'll mail him, and he might decide to return to his old ways, capecchi?'
And another summer at the Dursleys began.
It was a summer morning at the Dursleys. Rose Potter, 13, was waking up in her bedroom after having a nightmare about Lord Voldemort, who seemed to have returned in some form somehow. Voldemort was planning to kill her, Rose Potter.
Dear Padfoot,
How are you? Everything is fine here, except Dudley threw his NES out the window (that's a type of computer to play games), so now he doesn't have Mortal Kombat to distract him.
Something unusual happened this morning: my scar hurt after a nightmare about the Chief Evil One. Last time that happened, He was at Hogwarts.
Hoping you are well, Rose Potter (she wrote).
'Potter! Breakfast!' called Vernon Dursley, her uncle.
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Due to the threat of her godfather, whom Rose had failed to mention was actually not guilty of being a mass murderer, the Dursleys had been treating her well, allowing her to send Hedwig with letters, but mostly ignoring her.
Unfortunately for Rose, who was just barely at the fiftieth percentile in weight, Aunt Petunia had put the whole family on a diet, since Smeltings (the public school Dudley attended) didn't stock knickerbockers large enough to fit him, and the nurse had embarrassed them by sending home a letter complaining about his weight and containing a diet sheet.
Rose found it amazing that her aunt, who was sharp at seeing fingerprints on the walls, had completely missed the fact that her son was roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.
Fortunately for Rose, however, she wasn't following the diet, as an elf owned by one of her friends was providing her with food. Although the elf was owned by the Longbottoms, he was unusually loyal to Rose (calling her 'The Great Rose Potter, ma'am').
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As Rose reached the breakfast table, Aunt Petunia was dishing out pieces of grapefruit (not one of Rose's favourites, but it was food). To make Dudley feel better about his diet, Petunia still made his pieces a lot bigger than Rose's. As they were eating, the doorbell rang.
'Who the devil is calling at this hour?' asked Vernon as he went to the door. He opened the door, and Rose could hear the postman laughing, and Vernon furiously grunting. The door slammed, and Vernon came waddling into the room.
'What is this?' he asked. 'Look at it.'
What Uncle Vernon was holding was an envelope covered almost completely with stamps, except for a 25 square-centimetre space where the Dursley's address was squeezed. She must've spent at least £10-£20 on stamps! Rose thought.
'The postman seemed to thing this was funny,' said Vernon. He opened the letter.
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Rose about my sons Fred and George.
As Rose might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Rose to the match, as this really is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity.
Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Rose stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see her safely onto the train back to school.
It would be best for Rose to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.
Hoping to see Rose soon,
Yours sincerely,
Molly Weasley
PS: I do hope we've put enough stamps on.
'I suppose that she did put enough stamps on,' said Rose.
'What is this nonsense that she's talking about?' asked Vernon.
'It's a sport,' answered Rose. 'Played on...'
Vernon interrupted her. 'Is this the dumpy lady with many children with ginger hair?'
Rose thought that it was a bit rich of Vernon to use that description, but instead answered, 'Yes.'
'What does she mean, "the normal way"?'
'By owl,'
'DO NOT MENTION THAT ABNORMALITY IN MY HOUSE!' shouted Vernon, his face purple.
'I'll just write my godfather that I'm not allowed to go, then,' said Rose.
Vernon's face went from purple to the colour of a badly mixed black currant ice-cream.
'You're writing him, are you?'
'Yes, he likes to hear from me,' said Rose. 'If he doesn't hear from me, then he might begin to think something is wrong.'
'All right, you can go to this...World Cup thingy. Make sure that these Weasels know to pick you up, I haven't the time to drop you off all over the country. Also, make sure that your Godfather knows that you are going.'
'Okay,' said Rose. She finished up her grapefruit and went upstairs. There, she found two owls waiting for her. Hedwig was back from her hunt, and seemed to be annoyed by an own that looked like a fuzzy Snitch.
Hey Rose,
Dad has the World Cup tickets, if you want to go. They accidentally gave him an extra ticket if there's anyone you want to go with.
We'll be picking you up at 5.00 Sunday, but Mum thought that it was more polite to ask the Muggles first. We're not sure how fast the Muggle postal system is, so your 'family' might already have the letter.
As always, yours in pranking,
Gred and Forge Weasley
PS: This is Ron's new owl—apparently it's a gift from your godfather, as he's the reason Ron doesn't have a rat any longer. Its name is Pigwidgeon—Ginny named him.
Rose laughed at the antics of Fred and George, and wrote out an answer, saying that the Muggles were perfectly okay with her being gone. She then sent a letter to Mrs Longbottom.
Dear Gran Longbottom, the Dowager Countess, the Dowager Lady Longbottom
I hope that you are well. My friends the Weasleys have tickets to the world cup, and have an extra ticket. Would you be adverse to letting Neville come if he wants? As the match is soon, Mr Weasley or I need an answer soon.
Sincerely,
Rose Potter, Scion of House Potter, the Lady Potter (presumptive)
She also added a postscript to her letter to Sirius that she was going to the World Cup. 'Hedwig?' asked Rose, and the owl flew over to her. 'Could you take this letter to Mrs Longbottom, and then deliver the other letter to Sirius Black?'
Hedwig gave a hoot that clearly said, 'Of course I can, my Human'.
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By noon of the next day, Rose's trunk was packed with all of her most prized possessions, including her Invisibility Cloak, her Firebolt broomstick (given to her by her godfather after her Nimbus was destroyed in an accident), the map of Hogwarts from the twins (she'd used that to illegally go to Hogsmeade), and the rest of the food.
At five o'clock, there was two sharp cracks outside, and then a knocking at the door.
'Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley here to pick up Miss Rose Potter,' said the first person kindly. 'Are those plugs? I collect them.'
Vernon looked at Arthur as if he were crazy before calling, 'Potter! There's a freak here to pick you up!'
Rose came down the stairs. 'Hello, Mr Weasley,' said Rose. 'How are you doing?'
'I'm well, thank you,' said Arthur. He motioned to the man standing next to him, who was shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron. The man had a broad, good-natured face; his arms were muscular and had burns on them. 'This is my second-oldest son, Charlie.'
'Hi, how are you doing?' asked Rose, shaking his hand, which had calluses and blisters on it. 'How's Norbert?' She could tell that her Uncle's blood pressure was rising by the second the longer she continued this conversation. Norbert was a dragon that Hagrid hatched in Rose's first year, and that Rose, Hermione, and Neville had to smuggle out of the castle. Eventually, a couple of friends of Charlie's had retrieved the dragon.
'Oh, she's well,' said Charlie, picking up Rose's trunk. 'We actually call her Norberta now, since she's a female. She's real big, and real nasty.'
'Hagrid would still like her, then,' said Rose.
Charlie chuckled. 'I think that she might be beyond what even Hagrid would like, kid.'
He picked up her trunk and Apparated away.
'Wouldn't you like to say goodbye to your niece?' asked Arthur. 'You're not going to see her until next summer.'
Vernon looked like he was about to faint (although with his size, if he did faint, it might be a heart attack and not from shock). 'Good-bye then,' grunted Vernon. His voice turned hopeful as he said, 'And maybe you and your freakishness can stay somewhere else next summer?'
'Bye!' said Rose cheerfully. Arthur walked her to an alleyway, from which they Apparated to The Burrow, home of the Weasleys.
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The Burrow looked to Rose like some of the more fanciful buildings in the works of Dr Suess. It was a rickety building that looked like it was held together by magic, and knowing the Weasleys, it probably was.
'Hello, Rose,' said Molly Weasley. 'You're looking well.'
'One of the Longbottom elves has been providing me with food,' said Rose. 'It really seems to have taken a liking to me.'
'Speaking of the Longbottoms,' said Mrs Weasley. 'We had a letter from Mrs Longbottom.'
'And what did it say?'
'She asked if, indeed we did have an extra ticket, and that if we did, her grandson was able to go,' she said. 'The letter also stated that your godfather has named her as a Proxy, and that she is your Guardian at the moment.'
'Really?' asked Rose. 'I like the Longbottoms.'
'You can take your trunk to Ginny's room,' said Mrs Weasley. 'I have to start supper, or it'll be dark by the time its on the table.'
Ginny's bedroom was on the first floor. It was coloured a cool blue that was similar to Ravenclaw blue. She had a number of posters of a Quidditch team on her walls.
'Your team?' asked Rose.
'Yep, the Holyhead Harpies, the only all-female team in the League,' said Ginny. 'Currently in fourth place in the League. If you want your vision to go berserk, just go up to Ron's room. It's all Chudley Cannons Orange. He'll even tell you, "They're fifteenth in the league".'
They both laughed, knowing that the Cannons were famous for having a losing streak that dated back to the days of The Muggle Macmillan Government, which led the Muggles from 1957-63. Their last win before that period was before the Grindlewald War.
Rose noticed that someone had put a camp bed out for her, so she put her trunk down. The room was fairly large, and had a nice view of the surrounding fields.
There was a large bang from outside, so Ginny and Rose went to investigate. 'Could you take these outside? The boys are setting up the tables, as it would be too crowded in here, with so many people,' asked Mrs Weasley, handing them some silverware. 'Hermione should be arriving any time now, Arthur went to pick her up.'
'Hermione's coming?' asked Rose excitedly.
'Gee, Potter,' said Ginny as they were walking outside. 'One would think that you have a crush on Hermione the way you get so excited.'
Rose blushed slightly.
'You do?' asked Ginny. 'I don't care, and I won't tell.'
They discovered the source of the noise as they got to the side of the house. Bill and Charlie were using their wands to fight with tables. Just as they got there, Bill knocked a leg off of Charlie's table.
'Will you keep it down?!' came a voice from the upstairs of The Burrow. It was Percy Weasley.
'Sorry, Perce,' said Bill, who was grinning. 'How's the cauldron bottoms coming?'
'Poorly,' said Percy as he slammed his window shut.
Charlie and Bill repaired their tables, and Bill came over to Rose. Rose had always imagined that Bill would be an older version of Percy—he had been Prefect and Head Boy, and now worked for Gringotts. But—there was no other description for it—Bill was cool. He had long hair, was tall, and was wearing dragon-hide clothes that wouldn't looked out of place at a rock concert (not that Rose had ever been to one).
Hermione arrived with her cat (whom Rose thought must be half-Kneazle) a couple of minutes before Mrs Weasley put dinner on the tables outside. She had made chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad.
At one end of the table, Percy was boring his father about the ins and outs of work, including about his cauldron bottoms report, which Percy was sure he could finish early, and about a 'Ludo Bagman' who was the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports (and whom Percy did not like at all).
Mrs Weasley was arguing with Bill about his hair and his earring at the end of the table. She couldn't seem to understand that the fang was fairly fashionable, and according to Bill, 'Nobody cares how I dress as long as I bring home lots of treasure.
Another part of the table was talking about Quidditch. Charlie was supporting Ireland to win, as they had flattened Peru in the semis. The other team playing was Bulgaria, who had Victor Krum. From the nauseating magazines that Lavender and Parvati read (i.e. Witch Weekly, Teen Witch, etc.), she knew that Victor Krum was an extremely good-looking, but grumpy Seeker, widely thought to be one of the best in the world.
Charlie was using the fact that Krum seemed to be the only decent player on the Bulgarian team to bolster his prediction of an Irish win. Ireland seemed to be the only team in the British Isles that was half decent, as England had lost to Transylvania 390-10, Luxembourg had defeated Scotland, and Uganda of all teams had beaten Wales.
'Wales were one of the favourites going in,' said Charlie. 'Shocking loss. England's loss: not so much.'
One of Rose's favourite things to do was fly; she was the Seeker for the Gryffindor team. Fred and George were also on the team as Beaters.
After dinner, Mrs Weasley brought out some home-made strawberry ice-cream. After they finished their ice-cream, they were sent to bed, since they had an early start in the morning.
'Are we walking there?' asked Rose.
'Don't be ridiculous,' said Mr Weasley. 'We've got a bit of a hike to Stoatshead Hill. From there, we're taking a Portkey. Augusta is dropping Neville of at the Portkey in the morning. I think that the Diggorys are going to be taking that Portkey as well.'
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The grounds for the World Cup were very large. There were tents everywhere. Once they got past the Muggle manning the camp ground, Mr Weasley led them to their spot, where there was a sign that said 'WHEEZLY' on it. Mr Weasley pulled out two tents from a bag and set them on the ground.
It took a while, but soon, they got the tents put up. Rose didn't think that they looked big enough to fit everyone, but when she looked in, she had to do a double-take. Realising that Hermione was watching her, she went into the tent, looked around, came back out, looked around, and went back in.
'It's bigger on the inside!' exclaimed Rose.
'Is it really?' asked Hermione. 'I hadn't noticed.'
They then burst into laughter. None of the purebloods knew what they were laughing about.
'Okay, the men's tent is the one on the left,' said Mr Weasley. 'The one on the right is for the girls.'
Hermione, Ginny, and Rose went into the girls' tent, and found that it was quite large, with a bathroom, a kitchen, and three beds.
'I love magic,' said Rose.
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After getting settled, Mr Weasley sent Hermione, Rose, and Ron out to get water from the tap on the other side of the grounds.
The other families were starting to wake up. Rose had never seen Wizarding children before. One child was poking at a slug in the grass with a wand. A couple of seconds after Rose saw this, the mother came out of the tent and confiscated the wand saying, "How many times do I have to tell you not to take Daddy's wand?"
A little further, there were a pair of young girls hovering over the grass on children's brooms. A passing ministry official was not happy about that. There were witches and wizards emerging from their tents, some lit fires using pseudo-Muggle means, some just lit them with their wands.
Even further up, there was a large group of Black wizards. As they weren't speaking English, and were roasting some sort of rabbit on their fire, Rose assumed that they were from the Continent.
Then, under a large United States flag a little further up, was a sign that read, "Salem Witches Institute, Educating Witches and Wizards since 1620." The group around this sign was talking very rapidly in American accents. Rose could hear them complaining quite loudly about the early exit for the Americans. Apparently, it had been an embarrassing, lopsided match.
They walked a little further, and everything went green. Everywhere they looked was either green, pictures of leprechauns, or the Irish Tricolour.
"Harry! Ginny! Hermione!" they heard. It was Seamus Finnegan with his best friend Dean Thomas. He was in front of a tent decked out in Shamrocks.
"Do you like the decorations?" asked Seamus. "The Ministry's not too happy about them."
"But why shouldn't we show our colours?" asked Seamus's mum, who was coming out of the tent. "Anyway, this is nothing compared to what the Bulgarians have plastered all over their tents."
They continued on to the Bulgarian section, where everything was Red and Black, and there were posters of the same scowling man on every free space. It was Victor Krum, Seeker of the Bulgarian National Team. He really does look grumpy, but handsome, thought Rose.
They queued up at the tap. Hermione and Rose had to step out of the queue for a minute, as there was a wizard arguing with a Ministry Official about the state of his clothes. He was wearing a flowery female nightdress, and seemed to be resisting all efforts to get him to wear trousers. 'But I like a healthy breeze around my privates,' the man complained.
Within a half-hour, they were walking back to our tents. On the way, they saw the former Captain of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood, who had just signed with Puddlemere United; Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff; Cho Chang, the Seeker of the Ravenclaw team; and then some people who were speaking rapid French.
Apparently, they were saying something rude or amusing, because Hermione laughed and muttered, "They think I can't understand them."
By the time we got back, Mr Weasley was still trying to figure out how to use the matches he'd brought. Eventually, Hermione took pity on him and lit the fire with them herself.
Mr Weasley kept a running report of the various witches and wizards he knew as they walked past, mostly for the benefit of Rose and Hermione, as the Weasleys and Neville already knew most of the people walking around.
Around 6:00 that evening, a huge horn went off, signalling that it was time to proceed to the stadium.
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After the game, which Ireland won by ten points, when Krum had caught the Snitch while down by 160 points, Rose and the other girls started hearing explosions outside.
'That doesn't sound good,' Rose said to the others. They shook their heads. Mr Weasley put his head into the tent. 'Girls, get your things together. We're taking a Portkey home. I have one right here.'
We did quickly, but right before we were about to take the Portkey, Ron said, 'I can't find my wand.'
'We'll find it later,' said Mr Weasley. 'Touch the Portkey now.'
We touched the Portkey, and a minute later, we were back at the Burrow.
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The next day, a ministry official came to the Burrow. 'Arthur, can I have a word?'
'Yes, Boris, of course,' said Mr Weasley. 'What do you need?'
'Your son's wand was verified as the wand that cast the Dark Mark last night,' said Boris. 'Where was the boy's wand during the match and afterwards?'
'He lost his wand sometime during the game, but didn't realise it until the riots started,' said Mr Weasley.
After a short investigation, it was found that Ron had been sitting in front of what appeared to be an empty seat, but that someone named 'Crouch' had fired his elf, due to supposed misconduct.
The fact that the elf had been acting oddly (even for an elf), or that Crouch was purchasing much more than was needed for a house with himself and an elf, was not mentioned.
A/N:
"Gran Longbottom" is "Augusta Longbottom" ("Dowager Countess, the Dowager Lady Longbottom, etc.")
I'm only going to rewrite the relevant parts—I'm not going to give a rehash of the entire story. If I don't mention it, chances are that it is the same as Canon (with the exception of Neville, Hermione, Rose Golden Trio, a slightly more confident Neville, and Rose herself, of course)
Parts of this chapter were taken from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (unfortunately, I had to use the American version, so there may be discrepancies), and from Avengers and Tournaments (Chapter 2), a previous work