"STOP!" The tall man with a long, white flowing beard cried. He was dressed in violet robes with crimson outline. The room stopped shaking. The sheets fell lifeless to the floor. The feathers drifted slowly to the ground. Rose gave a small cry, and fell back on the bed, unconscious.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up from where they had huddled on the floor, in the tornado drill position. Hermione was shaking badly.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, my… Prof. Dumbledore, what happened? Is Rose alright?" She looked up at him with large brown eyes. Hermione had been through a lot of things since entering the wizarding world, but telekinesis was not one of them. It was so real compared to everything else, so science fiction related that it was just a little hard to believe. The others stared at him hopefully.
"I do not know, my dear. I do not know. But I do know, that you three should be in bed." He smiled kindly at them, ushering them out the door. "Molly, would you show these three to their rooms?" Mrs. Weasley had come running down the hall. When she saw the troublesome trio, she nodded at once, giving them a disapproving glare.
"What are you doing out of bed? Bothering poor Rose at this hour. She's been though a lot lately. She needs rest! Come now, back to bed with you." She shooed them back to their rooms, making them feel very much like chickens.
She came back into the room. Dumbledore was bending over Rose, checking her pulse. "Interesting. Very interesting." He lifted Rose back into her bed, with surprising strength for an ancient man. "Cleaniferous." (Okay, so I know that would never be a real spell. It sounds so cool though, doesn't it?) The sheets shook themselves out while the feathers zoomed back into their respective mattresses, and the potion bottles repaired themselves… and, well, you get the picture, don't you?
"Dumbledore, is she the one?" Mrs. Weasley asked, breathless. Rumors had been spreading for a long time but…
"We shall see. We shall see." The old man left the dismal house with a smile on his face and a spring in his step belonging to a much younger man.
(Sorry it's taken me so long – writer's block, time issues, etc.) (Excuses only satisfy those who make them) (Yes mom. Wait, who are you?)
"Hey, Rose, time to get up!" Harry shouted through the door. Rose groaned.
"What the heck Harry, it's" she checked her digital clock, "6-fricking-30!" What was wrong with these people? She'd been there for practically three months and they still hadn't figured out that normal people liked to sleep in!
"Diagon Alley, remember? Come on, it'll be fun!" Why were these people so perky? In the three months since her telekinesis episode, everyone had pretty much forgotten about it. Rose was, apparently, a witch, and had spent a hell of a summer catching up with everyone. Once Harry, Ron, and Hermione had figured out that the ministry could only track where magic was being done, and magic being done in a wizarding household was perfectly normal, they started using magic whenever the heck they wanted to. Okay, Harry and Ron used it whenever they wanted to, Hermione only used it when helping Rose learn or if she really, really needed to.
Dragging her feet and sighing heavily, Rose slowly got out of bed. She pulled on whatever clothes were in her drawer, some black jeans and a black T-shirt that read 'Life's a glitch, and so am I.' She and her muggle friends had made it up, it was the computer-geeks/modified version of 'life's a bitch and then you die.' Her hair was a mess, but so what? Nobody worthwhile actually cared.
She trudged down stairs and downed a can of Mt. Dew. After the caffeine had soaked into her bloodstream, she became much perkier herself. (Not scary perky like kindergarten teachers, awake/alive perky) Hermione came in, and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
"They're almost ready to go, so we're supposed to hurry up," Hermione told her between bites of apples. Rose nodded, her mouth full of a banana she had found in the same bowl.
"So, what do we do there? Is it like a mall, or just a place to buy your school stuff?" She asked as they walked to the other side of the room where the fireplace was so conveniently located. Hermione was about to answer when Ron was shoved in, closely followed by Mrs. Weasley, who had hold of his scarlet ear.
"Ronald Weasley! What are you doing with those doxies!" Ron was blushing the most wonderful shade of maroon, which nicely matched is hand-woven socks that showed in the inch or so of skin that showed beneath his pants (Dumbledore's Christmas present! ). He mumbled something inaudible. Hermione, being the wonderfully kind person that she is, intervened.
"Mrs. Weasley, may we leave soon? We want to see Fred and George's shop before it gets too crowded." So finally, after everyone was down stairs, and all the doxies Mrs. Weasley could find on Ron, (Harry and Rose hadn't been searched…) were confiscated, they left for Diagon Alley. Rose didn't really understand floo powder, but it worked, so she wouldn't question it.
Rose discovered that she didn't like floo powder. It hurt! Falling flat on your face in a sooty fireplace is very memorable. After standing up and dusting herself off, she had a chance to take in her surroundings.
The Leaky Cauldron, or something like that, Harry had told her last night, was kind of a dingy place. All sorts of people, (and those who weren't exactly human people) were seated at the tables in the bar. An attractive blond boy stood over in the corner with two uh… thickset, to put it nicely, boys who had to weigh a ton. Another boy with dark hair stood with them. The blond had a contemptuous sneer on his face, looking over in the opposite corner. Following his gaze, she saw the Weasley's and went to join them.
"Oh Rose darling, there you are! We must've lost you in the crowd. Well, the others want to see the twins' joke shop so, we'll go there first and divide up from there." Harry, Ron, and Hermione were barely paying attention to her; they were watching the quartet in the corner. (That sounds cool. 'Quartet in the Corner' sings and dances around in circles)(forgive her, she had Mt. Dew at lunch shudders)
After they had left the bar, and their eyes had adjusted to the bright sunlight, they set of to Fred and George's shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Rose was, in short, in awe of their shop. It was rather small, and extremely crowded, but the things you could buy! Daydreams, skiving snackboxes, and more. It was extraordinary. (V is very very, Xtraordinary! E! is even more…) (in fetal position, not the Mt. Dew!)
Fred and George greeted them, wearing their magnificent magenta robes. "Hello, funder and friend, dear Harry, Ronykins! So good to see you! Mum, how are you? It's been too long!"
"Oh, George stop it! How is business?" Not waiting to hear the reply, the quartet snuck off to the corner, Ron grabbing items on the way. (I seem to like putting quartets in corners, don't I?)
"So where do we want to go today? Flourish and Blotts of course, we need are new text books, like The Standard Book of Spells (Year 7), and…" Hermione squinted down at her list, "The International Guide to Advanced Self Defense?" She blinked, looking up at them. "What in the world?"
"I wonder who our teacher is going to be? Now that Snivilly is on the run, we'll have someone new again. I tell ya, that job is cursed," Ron shook his head. "Something bad happens to all of them."
"Quirrel was killed, Lockhart lost his memory, oops, Lupin got sacked, Moody, imprisoned in his trunk…" Harry started.
"Umbridge, foul women, trampled by centaurs, not that she didn't deserve it, and Snape on the run from the law! Maybe it'll be… a goblin from Gringotts!" Ron proclaimed. They continued discussing who it would be as they walked, the replacement including Percy, Ron's Auntie Muriel, and other unlikely characters. (obviously, this is their 7th year, and Harry is going back to school)
"Why look, if it isn't Pot head, Weasel bee and the mudblood."