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.

Chapter 11: Rose Potter and the Attack of the Toads

Rose Potter's summer was long, but good. She'd been involved in the Triwizard Tournament the previous year (despite her age), and in the final event, she'd been kidnapped and used in a ritual that returned Lord Voldemort, the murderer of her parents, back to life.

Even worse than Him coming back, was the fact that the Minister of Magic was denying the fact that You-Know-Who had returned.

During the final task, a boy that she didn't like, but merely tolerated, was nearly killed. She hadn't wanted that to happen. Cedric was a boy who had attempted to ask Rose on a date. When she refused, he tried to be a little more forceful, and Rose was forced to respond. Later, he'd gotten more of his act together, and she'd actually saved his life during the Final Task.

Still, she didn't like him much.

The only Champion that she was relatively friendly with was the one from France—Fleur, and that was only because Rose saved Gabrielle (Fleur's sister) in the second task. The second task had entailed hostages being taken from the Champions, and Fleur had been unable to retrieve her hostage, therefore, Rose did it. Once you got past her attitude, Fleur was actually a nice woman.

The other champion, from Bulgaria, Victor Krum, thought that going to the Yule Ball meant that there was a relationship between him and Rose's best friend. Due to that misunderstanding, and the fact that women aren't treated the same in that part of the world, he'd attempted to have sexual contact with Hermione.

That is, he attempted to have sexual contact with a minor, who was three years younger than he was. Even in the Wizarding World, only betrothed spouses can have that type of contact if one of them is under-age.

Unfortunately, Bulgarian Law is different than the law of England, and he wouldn't have been punished for it in Bulgaria, as Muggleborns have no rights there, being only slightly better than house-elves. It was their own version of Magical Apartheid.

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Rose kept working on achieving her Animagus form, and she thought that she was rather close. She'd found out the previous year was a rather large panther of some type. Now, she was working on the actual transformation, something that required a bit of concentration.

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Rose had been reading any newspaper she could get her hands on. She knew that Voldemort had returned, and was looking for any possible clue that Voldemort was back and killing again.

Unfortunately, Voldemort seemed not to be doing anything. Also, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was still denying that 'Lord Thingy' could even be back.

Worse yet, the Daily Prophet was taking shots at both her and Dumbledore. Most of the time, it was only there if you looked close enough, but other times, it was more clear. Every once in a while, they'd take a shot at Cedric, who'd also reported that Voldemort was back, but since the Diggorys were a nice, respectable, pureblood family, it wasn't as often.

'I could sue their asses,' said Sirius. 'With the power of the Blacks, the Potters, and the Longbottoms, we could get them to quit.'

'No, it wouldn't,' argued Rose. 'The news articles clearly show that the Minister has given them carte blancheto write whatever they want.'

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It was a couple of days later, there was an article in the paper accusing her of being a Dark Lord, and somehow removing her cousin's soul.

Then, her day went from bad to worse, as Aurors showed up to take her into custody for the murder of three Muggles.

'I'll do what I can,' said Gran Longbottom. Rose could tell that the Aurors were itching for an excuse to blast her to kingdom come. She gave them one of Fred and George's fake wands, which (surprise, surprise) the Aurors broke, not knowing that it wasn't her real wand, which was safe.

'Miss Potter, you do not have the right to remain silent. If we ask you something, you must answer, and everything that you do say or do will be used against you in a court of law. If you do not already have an attorney, tough shit. If you do not comply, we are authorised to end your ass. Got it?' said the Auror taking her in.

'One question: Is Dawlish still on the Force?' she asked. An Auror backhanded her across the face.

She was dragged to the Ministry and taken down to the Courtrooms. Some of the Wizengamot Members seemed uneasy trying a girl in the same chambers they had tried Death Eaters in.

'This is the trial Ministry of Magic v Rose Potter, re: the Murder of three Muggles,' announced the Minister.

'The accusations, which are one-hundred percent correct, are treason, murder, and disrupting the peace. How do you plead?' The minister paused a minute. 'What do you plead?!'

'I'd plead not guilty, but I have a feeling that you'd never accept such a plea,' said Rose. 'I will therefore plead that I was under the Imperious Curse of Dark Wizards or Witches unknown.'

'That is a serious charge, girl,' said the Minister. 'What did you do to your relatives?'

'I, Rose Potter, do swear that I have not left the grounds of Longbottom Manor since I came back from Hogwarts,' said Rose, and amazingly, there was a flash of light. 'However, I'm sure that the Witness for the Defence has something to say to you.'

The doors to the courtroom opened, and Dumbledore strolled in. Rose could see two Aurors unconscious outside of the door.

'My apologies, My Lord Minister,' said Dumbledore as he walked in. 'These men seemed to be under the impression that Miss Potter was not allowed a defence. I dissuaded them of that notion. I do have a witness whose testimony will free Miss Potter.'

'Bring in the witness,' said Fudge. 'The Witness will be placed under Veritaserum!'

Dumbledore brought in Mrs Figg, one of Rose's former neighbours at Number 4. 'How good to see you, Rose,' she said. The Veritaserum was poured down her throat.

'Who are you?' asked Fudge. 'Given Potter's residence is in the area you claim to be from, we've kept a close eye on any witches or wizards in that area.'

'I'm a Squib, and can't be tracked,' said Figg, emotionlessly. That type of speaking was characteristic of those under the influence of Veritaserum.

'What happened on the night of the Murders of Dudley, Vernon, and Petunia Dursley?' asked Fudge.

'I was just chased away the youngest Mr Dursley, who'd been kicking my cats—I breed some of the best, you know, when I felt a coldness in the air. Mind you, it was a 25 degree evening, and it suddenly dropped to 10 degrees. Then, I felt like I'd never be happy again.'

'You claim there was a Dementor?' asked Fudge as if it were the most ridiculous story that he'd ever heard.

'There were at least two Dementors that I could see,' said Figg. 'They swooped down on that awful Dudley boy, and started to suck out his soul—what little soul he had. Mind, they say that it is nearly impossible to watch someone get The Kiss, and by Merlin, it was. I started to head towards my house, when I saw the Dementors take off towards Privet Drive. Despite the fact I am a Squib, I went after the Dementors. I then saw them murder the Dursleys.'

'And where was Miss Potter during this?' asked Fudge. 'There are spells that can mimic the effect of the Dementors Kiss.'

'She wasn't there,' said Figg. 'She was taken away by Lady Longbottom two years ago, after Dursley, Snr. nearly beat Miss Potter to death.'

'Hem, hem,' said a voice from the Wizengamot. 'The Dementors are under the control of the Ministry. Hem, hem. It almost sounded like you were accusing the Ministry of murdering the Dursleys.'

'Cornelius, you must see reason,' said Dumbledore, going up to the Minister's desk. 'The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned is incontrovertible!'

'He is not back!' bellowed Fudge. 'Witness for the prosecution, John Dawlish, Senior Auror of the Ministry of Magic.'

'I request Veritaserum,' called Dumbledore.

'Denied!' shouted Fudge.

'Milord Fudge, you cannot deny that,' said Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE. 'It is in our laws.'

'Very well,' said Fudge, who had the potion poured into Dawlish's mouth. 'What happened that night?'

'My Lord ordered me to frame Potter, so I sent a Dementor to kill her and anyone around her. I said that Potter was a Polyjuiced escaped prisoner.'

'Who is Your Lord,' asked Dumbledore. 'Are you or have you ever been a Death Eater?'

'Proudly,' said Dawlish. 'I was to get rid of the Potter menace! I would have been rewarded beyond all rewards!'

Then, his head exploded.

'Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, you have heard the evidence!' called Dumbledore.

Five minutes later, after Fudge attempted to end the proceedings without a vote, the Wizengamot, except for Lucius Malfoy and his cronies, and the witch that spoke out with the 'hem, hem', found Rose not guilty.

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Sirius came back from a trip to his Ancestral Home. 'Dumbledore hosted a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix,' he said after he stepped out of the Floo. 'It's a type of anti-Voldemort league. Also, Molly and her four children have moved in.'

'Four?' asked Rose.

'Well, Charlie is in Romania, and Bill is in Egypt,' said Sirius. 'Percy is the problem. The Weasleys had a big row the night after the Tournament ended. Percy accused his father of being "blinded by Dumbledore", and Arthur accused Percy of being a ministry spy: Percy's taken a job in the Minister's Office.'

'After the last year?' asked Rose. 'What's the truth of it?'

'Arthur is probably right,' admitted Sirius. 'Dumbledore thinks that that he's right as well.'

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It was when they got back to Hogwarts that Rose knew something was up. The 'hem, hem' lady from her trial was sitting at the Staff Table, wearing the same bloody pink cardigan over teacher's robes.

'I should have known,' said Rose to Hermione, who'd been made prefect, along with Ron. 'That Defence book is rubbish. She was at my trial—a real ass kisser for Fudge. She practically accused Dumbledore of trying to take over the Ministry.'

'That's Dolores Umbridge,' said one of the more connected members of the table. 'She's one of Fudge's lead enforcers. I bet my whole allowance that she's the one directing the Prophet to libel you, Potter. She also hates what she calls "half-breeds" like centaurs, werewolves, vampires, etc.'

'Seems like such a charming woman,' said Rose sarcastically. 'You know that it is libel? You actually trust me?'

'You and Cedric both claim to have seen You-Know-Who return,' said the other girl. 'Most of Gryffindor believes you, Rose.'

This 'Dolores Umbridge' toad-woman interrupted the Headmaster in the middle of his speech, and then gave a fifteen minute speech that talked about pureblood politics, and how the Ministry was interfering with Hogwarts.

'That was one of the dullest speeches I have ever heard,' moaned Ron Weasley. 'A bit of waffle.'

'There was a lot of important things hidden in that waffle, Ronald,' said Hermione.

Another thing that Rose noticed was that Hagrid hadn't returned yet. Dumbledore had sent him on a mission, but nobody was saying what the mission was. He'd also failed to bring attention to the fact that Hagrid was not present.

To their defence, the mission was obvious: find the giants, and convince them to stay away from Voldemort.

A third thing was that the Sorting Hat, for the first time in living memory (although not in ghostly memory), had given a warning, and had suggested that the school stand together and be strong from within. Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, confirmed that the Hat had given the same advice before (and he would know, since he had celebrated his 500th deathday just a couple of years before, which Rose had the displeasure of attending).

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'Hello, class,' said Dolores Umbridge at their first class with her. There were a few mumbled 'hellos' from the class.

'That just won't do,' said Umbridge in the manner of a kindergarten teacher. 'When I greet you, you are to reply "Good Morning, Professor Umbridge, ma'am!". Good morning, class.'

She got her desired result, as the class called out, 'Good Morning, Professor Umbridge.'

She then went on a rant about how many teachers they had, and how none of them followed the approved curriculum, and how 'a carefully structured, theory-centred, Ministry-approved course' would get them to OWL level.

'We're not going to practise spells?' asked Seamus.

'Hand, boy!' said Umbridge. 'Do you expect to be attacked during my class?'

'No,' said Seamus.

'Then why would you need spells?' asked Umbridge.

'What if a werewolf attacks us?'

'If you come in contact with Dark Wizards, Witches, or Creatures (including the aforementioned Werewolves), you should simply call for the Aurors.'

'How are we supposed to pass the OWLs?' asked Seamus.

'Are you a ministry-approved educational expert, Mr Finnegan?' asked Umbridge. 'Then you are not qualified to decide how to run the class. Also, Detention, tonight, 5.00 for speaking out of turn.'

She then said that traitorous wizards were claiming that 'A certain Dark Wizard' had returned from the grave, and that anyone heard talking about such things should be reported to her or the Aurors immediately.

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'This is your OWL year,' said Snape at their first potions lesson of the year. 'As such, next year many of you will cease studying with me, as I take only the best into my NEWT class.'

He gave a gleeful look that some of the students would be leaving this class. Or it looked to Rose as if it were gleeful—it was the same look he had when he wanted to expel her or when Black was about to be Kissed by the Dementors.

'The test in June will be an important examination, as it will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic as this class has proven, I expect you to scrape an "Acceptable" or face my displeasure.'

There was nobody in the class that wanted to ask how he would show his displeasure if they weren't in his class the next year, as nobody wanted to face his wrath. Anyway, they all knew that he would at least take points by proxy or fine them points for minor infractions in the halls.

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Professors McGonagall and Flitwick also gave warnings about their classes. McGonagall was stern, and insisted that to get into her NEWT class, students needed an 'E' or better, and that she would not accept any students who failed to meet that requirement, no matter who they or their parents were. Rose could swear that she glanced at Malfoy when she said that.

Flitwick was a bit more lenient, needing only a passing grade to continue his class, as his was one of the easier wanded classes.

A couple of days after classes began, Professor Umbridge was 'promoted' to 'High Inquisitor of Hogwarts' and started to evaluate the professors. McGonagall, Sprout, Grubbly-Plank (the Care Of Magical Creatures Substitute) and Snape passed through their evaluations (although there were some misgivings in each subject, and questions about Snape's past), Flitwick passed, but there were questions about his heritage, and Trelawney was eventually failed. For some reason, she never evaluated Binns' class.

'I'm sure that if she had, she would've called the Spirit Division immediately,' said Ron, still bored out of his mind by the endless Goblin Rebellions of Binns' class.

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It was in October that Rose got her first detention with Umbridge for 'talking in class'. As she had only talked when Malfoy taunted her, she knew it was a set-up,

'I will not take your lies about the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!' she bellowed.

When she got to the detention, she found an item known as a 'blood quill,' an item that was banned except for a couple of uses, waiting for her.

'These are illegal!' said Rose.

'Detention until the end of the year!' said Umbridge. 'And 500 points from Gryffindor! If you question me, you question the Minister. I am a very tolerant woman, Miss Potter, but the two things that I will not stand for are your lies about the Dark Lord, and disloyalty! You have committed an infraction, and you know that you need to be punished. Disobey, and I will have the Minister personally expel you.'

Rose knew that things would just get worse if she failed to comply, so she wrote the words, 'I mustn't tell lies' over and over, until it was scratched into her skin.

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The next day, she went to Dumbledore's office, where she reported what happened.

'A Professor is using a blood quill? Who?' asked Dumbledore before answering his own question. 'Umbridge. Of course. How do you know this?'

'She used it on me last night,' said Rose. 'She says that the Minister knows everything.'

Dumbledore examined Rose's hand. 'That is definitely from a blood quill. What about the points missing from Gryffindor?'

'Gran Longbottom, that is to say, Madam Longbottom, the Dowager Countess, etc., taught me that blood quills were only to be used for contracts and things of that nature, and that they've been banned since the American Revolt of 1776,' replied Rose.

'Very true,' said Dumbledore. 'I'm sure that you realise the reason for the ban. When used like how Miss Umbridge is using them, it becomes an instrument of torture. Thank you for telling me about this, and not just taking the punishment.'

'That is probably what I would've done if I were a boy,' said Rose. 'My parents would've probably named me Harry James Potter, or something.'

A small smile appeared on Dumbledore's face. 'That is exactly what they were planning to call you,' he replied. 'Now, I will contact Amelia Bones at the DMLE. She's the Director of the DMLE, and is quite fair. Rumour is that she wants a second go at some of the 'Imperioused' Death Eaters. I hate to say this, but go to your detention. If we catch her in the act, it will greatly help our case against her.'

'Yes, sir,' said Rose.

'And Miss Potter, do let me know if you notice anyone else today with the same symptoms?'

She nodded as she went down Dumbledore's escalator-like staircase.

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By the time of her detention with Professor Umbridge that night, Rose had found out two more members of Gryffindor who'd been victimised by Umbridge, and told them to see the Headmaster. The two victims were Seamus Finnegan, a boy from north part of Ireland, and Lee Jordan.

Rose went to her detention, and Umbridge was both glad and unhappy that Rose was more cooperative than she'd been the previous night.

'You're doing this because you know that you deserve to be punished,' said Umbridge.

Rose was in the middle of gouging the words, 'I mustn't tell lies' into her hand, when the door burst open.

'How dare you!' exclaimed Umbridge, not seeing who was at the door. 'Is this how you treat your betters?'

'You are not my "better", Ms Umbridge,' said Dumbledore. 'In fact, I seem to be under the impression that I hold your employment contract.'

Umbridge looked around at Dumbledore, trying to find it.

'I didn't mean that literally,' said Dumbledore. 'Why would I be so stupid as to bring your contract with me when you'd just blast it into a thousand pieces.'

'Why are you here?'

'Two reasons: first, it is a violation of the Charter of Hogwarts to have children in detention for "longer than three hours on a week-day, five hours on a week-end, neither of which should occur from the hours of 4 hours after noon until 6 and a half hours after noon, as that is the time the students should be eating their evening meal". You can take a look at the copy I've brought you (as you seem to have lost yours). It's on page 564, Section 23, Subsection A, Paragraph 92.'

'How I run my detentions is none of your business,' said Umbridge. 'For if you question me, you question the Ministry and by extension the Ministry. I can stand for many things, Headmaster, but the one thing I cannot stand is disloyalty.'

'I'm afraid that your contract will not allow me to keep you on as a teacher if you keep flaunting your disregard of rules that have been in effect since before I was born,' said Dumbledore.

'You filthy half-blood!' yelled Umbridge, reminiscent of another witch with mental problems currently residing in Azkaban. 'Like I said in my speech, "A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation". You've been going far to easy on your students, Dumbledore. When my grandpappy was a student here, you couldn't sit straight for weeks after a detention.'

'The detention rule has been around since before my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, Ms Umbridge,' said Dumbledore. 'I would expect you to adhere to it, if not for the second reason I am here.'

'Which is?'

'Expelliarmus!' came the cry from the hall, taking Umbridge's wand from her.

'How dare you attack me! I am the Senior Undersecretary to the Mister of Magic! I'll have you arrested!' Umbridge called. Rose couldn't believe that Umbridge was trying to use that line. 'Tell them, Potter, that what I am doing is for the Greater Good!'

Dumbledore flinched at that line, having used it himself on occasion. A number of the people in the hallway attempting to enter the office also flinched, as it had been the slogan of Grindelwald, the second-most Dark wizard of the century (incidentally, 'defeated' by Dumbledore: nobody knew whether that meant "just defeated and locked up" or "killed").

'I'm sorry, Professor, but I mustn't tell lies,' said Rose, sounding a hell of a lot sweeter than she was feeling. Umbridge looked like she wanted to curse Rose, but as her wand had been taken away, she couldn't.

'The second reason that we are here, Ms Umbridge, is that you have been accused of using a forbidden item on the students, and therefore have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you. However, if you fail to mention something that you later rely upon in court, it may harm your defence. If you don't have an advocate, one may be given to you by the court at your own expense. Do you understand these rights I have just read you?' said Mme Bones, stepping out of the shadows, entering the room, and placing magic-resistant handcuffs on the now former professor.

'I am the Senior Undersecretary! I'll have your badge!' said Umbridge as she was being arrested.

The Aurors took photographs of the object in Rose's hand, and took a memory to put in the legal Pensieve. They wrestled Umbridge to the Floo, where she was transported to the ministry.

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Hogwarts Professor, Senior Undersecretary arrested!

By Rita Kimcorn

Last night, this writer was present in the Ministry as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and Current Defence against the Dark Arts Professor, was led through the Ministry building in handcuffs.

Mme Bones, Director of the DMLE, had this to say, 'Ms Umbridge is accused of using a Blood Quill on at least three students, one of whom is the Heir to an Ancient and Noble House.'

For those of us who are not from Ancient and Noble Houses, a Blood Quill is used only for certain contracts, and has been outlawed for other purposes ever since the Colonial Uprising of 1776 as, if used long enough will carve the words into the victims hand using their own blood.

Bones also stated that Umbridge claims that the Minister knew about everything, included a supposed attempt to frame the Girl-Who-Lived Rose Potter earlier this summer.

Whether or not this is related to the supposed murder of Potter's relatives is unknown. Umbridge is being held in a secure facility, and will be tried next week. The DMLE has entered an investigation of Minister Fudge, and is contemplating a move to impeach.

The next week, Umbridge was found guilty of all crimes against her, and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment, and a further 20 years hard labour (to be served consecutively). After she was done with that, the Goblins wanted to get their hands on her, as there were a number of financial irregularities in her accounts, including what looked to be bribes.

The ministry sent an Auror, who was much better than Umbridge. With Umbridge out of the way, Fudge seemed to be not quite as militaristic against Rose. Rose did wander where this 'Rita Kimcorn' had gotten her information—Rose hadn't seen any reporters at Umbridge's arrest.

A/N:

Also, while I realise that during the first four years of Hogwarts, a witch's body begins to change, just figure that there are potions for everything.

I don't really like this version of the trial—since I took Rose away from Privet Drive, I realised that I lost half of the early plot of OotP.

The title, of course is a reference to Attack of the Clones