31st October 1981

That was when he saw her – the girl that he needed to have. What a better way to make a show of the Potters by killing James and Lily, destroying their son, and taking their daughter. He would take her, raise her to have his values and make her fall in love with him. He knew he needed to make a stand, and this was one of his most amazing ideas yet…..

Here is the story of the boy who lived, the famous Harry Potter. This story is a story of miracle and awe; however, it is also filled of mystery. Yes, Harry Potter was the boy who lived but his sister…well we don't really know much about his sister. All the stories say that Rosalie Potter just vanished, she was never sent to the Dursleys with Harry. The headlines the day after the attacks went "The boy who lived and the girl who vanished." The only person who knew where she went was Dumbledore, much to everyone's disapproval of separating the siblings.

Rose had been jumping from foster home to foster home from however long she can remember. It got to the point now, that she just didn't ever bother unpacking. The last home she went to, well there was some sort of unexpected fire which she somehow got blamed for, the one previously the bathroom flooded and yes once again she got blamed for. Currently, she was now sitting at a bus stop in the middle of the night because she had run out of yet another foster home because when she got upset the oven somehow had set on fire. She had been branded a freak and a weirdo by all the families she had been in contact with, and she was refusing to go back to the home. She was sixteen years old, and she could look after herself, she knew she could. She continued shuffling her feet on the ground as she sat on the bench lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't even heard the guy come sit next to her.

"Hello Rosalie, you've been a difficult to keep track off over the years." This snapped Rose out of her thoughts, and she looked over to the side of her, a very old man with a long white beard and hair was sat next to her. He was dressed in some weird robes and Rose obviously couldn't hide her confusion as the man chuckled at her. "My name is Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore." He smiled at her, and for the first time in a long time Rose could feel actual warmth coming from someone. She went to say something to him, but he started talking again, "you're probably wondering what I'm doing here, but have you ever made something happen that you couldn't quite explain, for example when you've been really angry?"

Rose nodded, "How do you know about?"

"Ah," Dumbledore grinned, "Let's just say you aren't the first person to do this. Come Rosalie," he stands up and extends his hand, "we have a lot to talk about."

Rose hesitantly looks at his hand and slowly stands up, "Please, call me Rose Professor Dumbledore," she says as she slowly takes his hand and the next thing, she knows the world is spinning and she's stood standing in what appears to be a living room. Her head is spinning, and she is wondering if she is dreaming, she feels Dumbledore assisting her towards a chair and helps her sit down. When her vision finally comes back to normal, she can see he is sitting opposite her and there is a fire going next to them in the fireplace. "Tea?" he offers he and she nods, she watches in amazement as a cup of tea appears in his hands in a poof and he extends it to her. He once again chuckles in her facial expression, "magic is a wonderful thing," he tells her.

Rose takes a sip of her tea, trying to hide her embarrassment. After a few seconds she asks, "Why am I here?"

This causes Dumbledore to chuckle, "Can't you see Rose, you're a witch. It may have taken me a few extra years to track you down again, and we are going to have to catch you up on a few years' worth of schooling over the summer if you're going to attend Hogwarts…"

"Hogwurts?" Rose questions,

"Hogwarts," Dumbledore corrects her, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Rose wasn't sure if it was the mixture of the spinning caused of whatever Dumbledore had done to get them into this room, the fact that he was spewing some nonsense of being some sort of witch or if it was for the fact that she was mentally and emotionally drained from the argument that had happened a few hours before but the next thing she remembers was her muttering "oh shit," everything going black and the cup smashing on the floor.