Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story, besides Rose, are the makings of J. K. Rowling.
A Letter from Rose
She did the same thing tonight as she did every night since she was three. She wrote a letter to Harry. Rose hated very much writing these letters, but the pain slowly faded into curiosity. What do you look like now? She would ask. After all she had not seen him since he was at the wee age of one.
Besides the letters to Harry, she also wrote to her deceased sister, Lily, and her also deceased brother-in-law, James Potter. James and Lily Potter were the only two nice relatives besides her mother. Rose's father was nice to James and Lily, but rude to her. she never understood why. Her father got even nicer to James and Lily when they had Harry, and even meaner to poor Rose. Her mother said that he was sick and that the doctors would fix it. But this was only a flashback, since she was only three. Shortly after, her father died and her mother killed herself. That's when she moved to her sister's house. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember how they looked. Just a green burst of light and a tall figure falling stiffly to the floor. Then two cold fearful green eyes staring into space. The next one was that of a tall thin man with black hair and deep dark brown eyes picking her up and carrying her to his house. As she got older, more and more memories faded away from her . Like a long dream after waking, it was falling away from her in bits and pieces.
On this particular night, Rose was writing not to any of those people. She finally remembered the name of the man that took care of her for two years, Sirius Black. And so she wrote a letter to him with many questions. If only he hadn't gone to jail, she thought, I could ask him all of my questions, and he would give me answers. You see, Sirius didn't take care of her for long. He supposedly killed 13 people with one curse. She didn't believe that he did it. He would never had done that.
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BOOM! A bolt of lightning streaked across the angry midnight sky. Harry shot straight up in bed and fumbled to find his glasses. His hands were shaking so bad that his glasses almost fell off the nightstand. As the cold plastic hit his face, he looked at the alarm clock, it said 2:02 AM. There is no way I am getting sleep tonight, he thought to himself. The truth was that he was expecting Voldermort at anytime all summer long. Since Voldermort could now touch him there was no telling that the protection he had would still work. The thought of that cold almost dead finger touching his cheek made a fearful chill run down his spine.
Shaking the negative thoughts off, he quickly climbed out of bed and went to his desk. Hedwig hooted softly at him in her cage as he passed. He sat at his desk and took out a sheet of parchment, quill, and ink. He was lucky this summer to find a hidden drawer in his desk. He didn't know who to write to first. He could write to Ron, but what about? Maybe he should ask how George and Fried are doing on their own. A sudden tapping at his window made him jump. Through the dripping wet window, he saw a soaking wet falcon and he let it in. It softly landed on his bed and proudly held out its leg. Just after he took the letter it shook water all over and it flew to Hedwig's cage to rest, and she didn't look to happy about a dripping wet guest either. Harry sat at his desk and wondered who it was from this time.
Dear Harry,
How is your aunt and uncle treating you? Knowing them, not very well. Anyway, I have so much to tell you that I can't even write it all down in one letter, so I will have to meet you in person. Don't worry, I am not a psychopathic killer, I just really need to tell you something very important. Please meet me at 1:30 PM on July 30 on platform 5 at King's Cross Station. I will be wearing a white shirt with a black rose on it and dark jeans. If you are still not sure about me, ask Sirius, if you know who he is.
Love,
Rose
Who is Rose? Maybe he should write a letter to Sirius instead.
Dear Sirius,
A strange girl just sent me a letter. Her name is Rose. She told me to meet her on July 30th at King's Cross. She said to ask about her if I knew you. Please tell me who she is.
Harry
He quickly folded the letter and sealed it. Wait, I don't know where Remus lives! Sirius was going to Remus' house when he last saw him. Dumbledore told Sirius to go to Remus' place and he left. Maybe Hedwig could find him. "Sorry to send you out in such horrid weather but this is urgent. I need you to find Remus Lupin, and if you can't find him, find Sirius Black. OK?" Hedwig looked purely annoyed and reluctantly stuck her foot out to accept the letter. "Thanks," he said and he opened the window and let her fly out into the thundering angry midnight sky. As he closed the window and crept back into bed, his eyelids feeling suddenly heavy, was the question, "who is Rose?" And he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
