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.

Interquel 1: Summer

Roughly a week after Rose left the Dursleys

Dumbledore got back to his office after a wonderfully engaging ICW meeting. It was then that he noticed that the ward monitor was not looking well. It was a device that monitored the wards protecting Rose and the Dursleys at 4 Privet Drive, and he'd never seen it that low ever since he'd dropped her off at their house all of those years ago.

He floo'd to Mrs Figg's house, and went from there to the Dursleys' residence. He knocked on the door.

'What do you want?' asked Petunia Dursley, as Vernon was at work.

'Ah, Petunia,' said Dumbledore. 'We have corresponded, of course. I really enjoy your agapanthuses.'

'You're the chief freak!' accused Petunia.

'I am the Headmaster at a school for Wizards,' said Dumbledore, not responding to Petunia's bards. 'May I assume that you invited me into the house?'

'No, I didn't,' said Petunia. 'Get in before the neighbours see, you Freak!'

They went into the living room.

'What are you doing here?' asked Petunia.

'I am here to check up on Rose Potter,' he replied. 'Where is she?'

'She ran off after Dudley gave her what was coming to her,' said Petunia.

'What do you mean?' asked Dumbledore.

Although it was frowned upon, he decided to use Legilimency on Petunia. What he saw disgusted him.

'Your son raped Rose!' he said. He got even more furious at Petunia's look, and then even more at what she said next.

'She deserved it!'

'How in Morgana's name could she deserve it?' spat Dumbledore, sounding almost like his Potions Professor. 'If I can suggest one thing, it is this. Move. If I can suggest two things, never let your son do this again.'

'Why should we move?'

'Petunia, as long as Rose Potter called this place "home", there were wards that protected her and her family. Now that the wards are down, Voldemort or any other wizard can find you, torture you, and kill you. And that is exactly what they will do. You'd best hope that Rose doesn't say anything about this to our newspaper, because then you'd have hundreds of wizards on your lawn trying to do you harm.'

'Why would they want to do us harm?'

'Rose Potter is more than just a girl to them,' explained Dumbledore. 'She is like Diana, Princess of Wales in your world. Literally, there will be wizards and witches from both sides wished to do you harm. That includes me, except that I have learnt to control my emotions over the years. This family is without a doubt the worst Muggles I've ever set eyes on, and honestly, I am ashamed that I ever gave her to your loving care. Goodbye, Petunia. I rather hope I never see you again, as you won't survive it.'

Dumbledore went out the front door, and immediately, the front lawn browned. He Apparated back to Hogsmeade, and went back to the school, from where he called an emergency Order meeting.

\\/

'Rose Potter is missing,' said Dumbledore bluntly when the Order arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

'Why should we be worried about Princess Potter?' asked Snape. 'Did she run off because she didn't get enough attention?'

'Severus, be quiet,' said Dumbledore coldly. There was such a chill in Dumbledore's voice that Snape immediately was quiet and seemed to draw back a little. 'Potter has run off because her cousin raped her. I saw her aunt's memory of the situation myself.'

'I believe that she is in France,' said Fleur Delacour said in her French accent. Her English was a lot better than when she'd been at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, but her accent was still noticeable. 'She and Hermione came to France on holiday with Hermione's parents. Hermione contacted me, we had lunch, and they are having a great holiday. Les APM are watching her.'

'What is "les APM", and why are they watching them?' asked Dumbledore.

'Les Agents de police magiques,' said Fleur. 'Our Magical Law Enforcement. My family is well-connected in the French government. We recognise both the necessity of Rose being able to be a teenager, and the threat of the Dark Forces. Papa asked la ministre, and she came forth with discreet protection for Rose.'

'Give your thanks to Madame Minister Curie for me,' said Dumbledore. 'Severus, since we are here, any news from Voldemort?'

'The Dark Lord seems to have been in constant pain for the last week,' said Severus. 'He believes that Potter is causing the pain.'

'Potter has turned Dark?' asked one member.

'It is possible that Rose has fallen in love, and that is harming Voldemort,' said Dumbledore. 'For what is the opposite of Hatred, which is all Voldemort knows, but Love.'

Fleur nodded. 'I am sure that it is love,' she said. 'Rose and Hermione are happier than I ever saw them at the Tournament. I believe that they have found their true loves.'

What Fleur failed to mention to the order that their 'true loves' were each other. The other Members asked her how she knew, and she simply replied, 'I am Veela.'

'What are we going to do about Potter's family?' asked another member, an Auror. 'Are we going to bring them up on charges in our world?'

'Not at the moment,' said Dumbledore. There were yells of shock and outrage at this. 'Miss Potter will have to decide when she returns. I believe that she knows that the members of our world would torture and kill her family if they knew the extent of her mistreatment.'

One of the Order members brought pastries, so after they were finished with the meeting, retired to the sitting room to have tea and pastries.

\\/ On the way to France, a couple of days earlier

Rose was excited. This was going to be the first time that she left Britain. At first she thought 'England', but then realised that her school was somewhere in Scotland. They took the Chunnel to Calais, where they went through Passport Control, as they were entering the Schengen Area.

'Passports, please.' said the stern-faced border agent. 'Passeports, s'il vous plaît.'

He took a look at the passports and at them. 'Ils sont tous Britannique?Mr Granger, Mrs Granger, Miss Granger, and Miss Potter, that checks out. What is the purpose of your trip, how long do you intend to stay, and where do you plan to stay?'

'We're here on holiday,' answered Mrs Granger from the passenger side window. 'We plan to stay about a week or two, and we'll at a hotel in Paris, and then with friends.'

'Occupation?'

'Dentist, Dentist, and Secondary Students,' said Mrs Granger, pointing at the people in the car.

'Anything to declare: meats, fruits, objects for sale, weapons?'

'No, sir.'

'You're free to go,' said the Agent.

They drove onto the motorway, and were at a hotel on the eastern side of Paris within a couple of hours.

'I mailed Fleur yesterday, to see if she'd like lunch,' said Hermione. 'She said that we should meet her in Paris.'

'That's great,' said Rose.

Neither girl knew that as soon as Fleur got the letter, she told her father, who asked the French Minister for an APM Guard. Due to the fact that Mr Delacour was a high-ranking member of the ministry, and Rose Potter was the Girl-Who-Lived, this was set up immediately.

The next day, they met Fleur. 'You must come to my house! We have beautiful vineyards there.'

'Where is it?'

'Near Bordeaux,' she said.

'That's a couple of hours drive,' said Hermione. 'Around 5-6 hours give or take.'

'You forget that I am a witch,' said Fleur. 'We go to the le transporteur de l'automobile, and Apparate you to the house. There are beaches nearby, and wonderful French scenery. We need to go to the le quartier magique, though.'

'What's an auto transporter?' asked Hermione.

'You place the vehicle on the transport pad, and it is Portkeyed to your desired location,' said Fleur. 'It is top of the line—just developed a couple of years ago. You might realise that we are not as backwards as the British.'

She then gave directions to the Magical Quarter and its vehicle transporter. Apparently, the French used cars on occasion, and therefore, one could simply drive onto the Magical Quarter, hidden from the Muggles by a series of Muggle-repelling wards. Hermione, Rose, or Fleur would have to be in direct physical contact with Dan Granger, who was driving the car.

'Bonjour, mademoiselle' said the attendant at the Transporter before he recognised her. 'Mademoiselle Delacour, J'espère que vous allez bien.'

'I am well, thank you,' said Fleur in English. 'Could you transport a vehicle for me?'

'I assume to your manor?' asked the attendant.

'Oui' replied Fleur.

'Drive the vehicle onto the pad,' said the attendant. He took out his wand and did a complicated wand movement. He pulled a lever on a control panel, and the car (and its passengers) disappeared, and reappeared a few seconds later in front of a house in Bordeaux.

Rose really thought that calling it a 'house' was quite an understatement. It was more of a mansion. Fleur Apparated near the car.

'Come, meet Mama and Papa,' she said.

\\/

It was a couple of hours later, and Fleur, Hermione, and Rose were sitting on one of the balconies sipping a drink that seemed to be lemonade of a sort. Fleur called it 'citron pressé,' and it was basically lemonade you made yourself, by mixing the ingredients in the proper proportions.

'I see that you have finally figured out your feelings for each other,' said Fleur happily.

'Yes, just a couple of days ago,' answered Hermione. 'How did you know? We didn't even know until recently.'

'I will let you in on a little secret: there is no such thing as a "Quarter Veela",' said Fleur. 'And one thing that Veela are extremely good at is l'amour la magie. We are able to see things that others can't: especially when it comes to matters of love.'

'How did that help?'

'I could see how attracted you were to each other,' said Fleur. 'I knew that you hadn't discovered your true love for each other yet, as you were slightly affected by my Allure.'

'You were putting it on quite strong,' said Rose. 'And how would knowing our true love have helped?'

'Mon Dieu!' Fleur said. 'Don't they teach you about the Magical Races? A Veela's charm can only affect those who are either not interested or already taken. For example, Dumbledore would never be affected by my Allure, as he isn't interested in women. Most girls, not affected, as they like guys. Guys are nearly always affected.'

'So we were attracted to you?' asked Rose.

'At the time,' Fleur said. 'I was using the Allure quite extensively. If I were to do the same now, I'm sure that you wouldn't feel a thing.'

The door to the balcony opened, and a girl of around 11 years came through the door. 'Fleur, you're home!' she said in French. 'And la Rose and her Hermione!'

'Gabrielle, at least one of our guests doesn't speak French,' said Fleur. 'Please use the English lessons Papa is paying thousands of francs for.'

'You are no fun,' said Gabrielle, sticking her tongue out at Fleur. 'How are you today, Rose and Hermione?'

'We are well,' responded Rose. 'And you?'

'I am also well,' said Gabrielle. 'I see that you have found each other!'

'Does every Veela realise this?' asked Hermione.

'Non,' said Fleur. 'Only those who were in close contact with you.'

\\/

The next couple of days were spent at the beaches, where Rose learned what Hermione meant about the 'clothing choices'. Apparently, it was acceptable for women to go around with very little clothing on.

Fortunately, nudity wasn't required at this beach, which Rose heard was the case at some beaches. Really, that type of thing didn't appeal to her.

They spent their days swimming and talking with Gabrielle, who had just finished her second year at Beauxbatons. Rose was surprised by this, as she'd thought that Gabrielle had only been around 8 or 9 during at the Triwizard Tournament.

'Veela mature at different rates than non-Veela,' explained Fleur. 'She was actually 10 during the Tournament, and Mama allowed her to come watch the Tournament. I never thought that she'd be part of the Tournament, though.'

Unfortunately, their holiday had to end, as both Grangers had appointments back in Crawley. As it was nearing the end of August, Rose and Hermione also had to get ready for school.

A/N:

APM= les agents de police magiquesFrench Magical Law Enforcement (i.e. French Aurors)

J'espère que vous allez bien. I hope that you are well.

Bonjour, mademoiselle. Hello, mademoiselle.

I don't know French, so I probably messed up some of the times that I included it. Please forgive me and/or PM me with suggestions to improve it. The Attendant at the Magical Transporter is supposed to be using the formal

"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). If I had written out everything, canon would've gone out the window by book 2 (or sooner)

UK 'public school' is American "private school"

Also, no Horcruxes, except for the aforementioned diary (in Prequel 2: Chamber of Secrets)

The stinging charm is powerful enough that it doesn't matter whether or not the recipient is wearing pants/trousers or not