"The Rose"
Chapter 1
"Why is it I can't go one year without
someone trying to kill me?" complained Harry
Potter to his best friends, Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, while reading an article
about Lord Voldemort in the Daily Prophet.
"Well, no one tried to kill you in third year,"
stated Hermione in her usual matter of fact
voice. "That doesn't count," started Ron, "We
thought that Sirius Black was trying to kill Harry.
Hey, can I have one of those?" Ron finished
pointing to the pile of chocolate frogs, and with
that what started to be the most boring year in
all of Hogwarts commenced, or would have if not
at that moment a loud crash came from the
compartment next to theirs and three figures
tumbled through the door. "I told you not let that
thing out!" coughed Fred Weasley. "How was I
supposed to know they would explode?" said his
brother George. " Did you even look at the label
on the side of the package that says, 'Keep
Away From Heat'?" yelled a third figure doubling
over coughing. "I told you, I didn't see it, Jamie,"
George shot back indignantly. "Well, maybe you
should look next time, Einstein," said the third
figure who appeared very hacked off, "did you
honestly think a flaming salamander wouldn't set
off a bag of fireworks?". "Well…kind-a-sort-
of,"replied George sheepishly under the
expression the girl in front of him had on her
face. "Well, at least no one was seriously hurt,
though I'll think twice about sending Violet to
Grams with a letter once we get there," said the
girl sighing and brushing her purple owl off. "Hi,"
she said turning to the previous occupants of the
compartment, "I'm Jamie Sumer. Do you mind if
we stay in here with you all because this idiot
blew up our compartment?" she finished
gesturing behind her. "Sure," Hermione said, "I
haven't seen you before, are you new?". "Yep, I
came here from the States about two months
ago. I'm a transferring fifth year," chirped Jamie.
Harry and Ron were sitting there just a (little) bit
dumfounded, to say the very least. Ron was
gazing open mouthed at the beauty of this girl.
She was beautiful, to say the very least, not with
an I-could-be-a-model beauty, but with a
radiance that shown from the inside. Her sandy
blond hair was tucked behind her ears and fell in
waves at the small of her back. Her face was
heart shaped and her nose was covered in
freckles. But the thing that made you like her
almost instantaneously was her emerald green
eyes which sparkled with ever present laughter.
She looked at Ron inquisitively (Harry had
regained his composure a while ago), and
Hermione delivered a sharp blow to his ribs and
he quickly snapped his mouth shut. "What's
wrong with him?" she asked slightly confused.
"It's nothing, your just very pretty," Harry said to
bring the tension out of the room. "Me?" Jamie
snorted, "Nah, I would die before wanting to be
called pretty. I hate make-up. It makes me feel
like I have plaster on my face. So anyway…"
and they began chatting, oblivious to the danger
bearing down upon them.
Chapter 1
"Why is it I can't go one year without
someone trying to kill me?" complained Harry
Potter to his best friends, Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, while reading an article
about Lord Voldemort in the Daily Prophet.
"Well, no one tried to kill you in third year,"
stated Hermione in her usual matter of fact
voice. "That doesn't count," started Ron, "We
thought that Sirius Black was trying to kill Harry.
Hey, can I have one of those?" Ron finished
pointing to the pile of chocolate frogs, and with
that what started to be the most boring year in
all of Hogwarts commenced, or would have if not
at that moment a loud crash came from the
compartment next to theirs and three figures
tumbled through the door. "I told you not let that
thing out!" coughed Fred Weasley. "How was I
supposed to know they would explode?" said his
brother George. " Did you even look at the label
on the side of the package that says, 'Keep
Away From Heat'?" yelled a third figure doubling
over coughing. "I told you, I didn't see it, Jamie,"
George shot back indignantly. "Well, maybe you
should look next time, Einstein," said the third
figure who appeared very hacked off, "did you
honestly think a flaming salamander wouldn't set
off a bag of fireworks?". "Well…kind-a-sort-
of,"replied George sheepishly under the
expression the girl in front of him had on her
face. "Well, at least no one was seriously hurt,
though I'll think twice about sending Violet to
Grams with a letter once we get there," said the
girl sighing and brushing her purple owl off. "Hi,"
she said turning to the previous occupants of the
compartment, "I'm Jamie Sumer. Do you mind if
we stay in here with you all because this idiot
blew up our compartment?" she finished
gesturing behind her. "Sure," Hermione said, "I
haven't seen you before, are you new?". "Yep, I
came here from the States about two months
ago. I'm a transferring fifth year," chirped Jamie.
Harry and Ron were sitting there just a (little) bit
dumfounded, to say the very least. Ron was
gazing open mouthed at the beauty of this girl.
She was beautiful, to say the very least, not with
an I-could-be-a-model beauty, but with a
radiance that shown from the inside. Her sandy
blond hair was tucked behind her ears and fell in
waves at the small of her back. Her face was
heart shaped and her nose was covered in
freckles. But the thing that made you like her
almost instantaneously was her emerald green
eyes which sparkled with ever present laughter.
She looked at Ron inquisitively (Harry had
regained his composure a while ago), and
Hermione delivered a sharp blow to his ribs and
he quickly snapped his mouth shut. "What's
wrong with him?" she asked slightly confused.
"It's nothing, your just very pretty," Harry said to
bring the tension out of the room. "Me?" Jamie
snorted, "Nah, I would die before wanting to be
called pretty. I hate make-up. It makes me feel
like I have plaster on my face. So anyway…"
and they began chatting, oblivious to the danger
bearing down upon them.
