(A/N) So sorry I took this long to update. My internet was down for a couple days, and it's been hard getting back to the grind. Next chapter will be up in a few days. Again, I fo not have a beta yet, so all my mistakes are mine and mine alone. Please take the time to review and let me know if there are any glaring mistakes. Many thanks to those who have followed and favorited this story.

Chapter 2: The Letter from Hogwarts

It was at least another month before Rose was let out of her cupboard for things other than chores. Now she spent most of her time at the park, hiding in the equipment where Dudley couldn't find her. Any day now she was expecting her Hogwarts letter.

All that time in that cupboard was spent devising a plan on how to get to Hogwarts. She figured that if she sent back a reply with the owl that came to deliver her letter, she could ask if someone could be sent to show her to Diagon Alley. Rose would just say that since she was Muggle-raised, she had no way of accessing the alley. She would be able to pick up all her school supplies, and hopefully some more fitting clothes.


Finally, the day came. Her uncle had sent her out to get the mail, and sitting on the postbox was a huge tawny barn owl. After untying the letter from the owl's leg, it started to fly off, but Rose quickly called out to it.

"Wait Mr. Owl. I need to send a letter back with you. If you go out to the garden I'll bring you some food in a bit." The owl must've understood, as it flew out back and landed in a tree, and started nesting.

She stuffed the letter in the waistband of her pants and pulled her oversized t-shirt over it. Rose reentered the house and made her way to the cupboard, dropping the remaining post on the table in front of Vernon. She closed the door to the cupboard and turned on the overhead lightbulb. She tended to not use it very often since the Dursley's wouldn't probably wouldn't replace it. Tenderly, she slid her finger under the wax seal. It was the Hogwarts crest; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. The motto Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus ribboned our underneath.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

This was it. Rose was finally going to Hogwarts. Remembering the owl outside, she grabbed her pre-written response and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of leftover bacon strips and filled a shallow bowl with water. In the back garden the owl was napping lightly. Hearing Rose, it flew from the tree and perched on a bench near the shrubs.

"Here you go little guy." The owl tore into the bacon and greedily gulped down the water.

"Do you mind carrying this letter back for me? If it's not too much trouble." It puffed out its chest and hooted indignantly. He swooped over to her, grabbed the letter in his beak, and flew off.

"Thank you Mr. Owl!" Rose called out after him. She turned around and went back inside. She couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day, even when she was doing her 'chores'.

A few days later, she received another owl stating that Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts, would be there on July 31 to take her to the Alley. Rose guessed they assumed she had knowledge of the wizarding world. Fine by her, she thought the less people who knew about her memory, the better. She didn't exactly hide it, but she had never told anyone of the full extent she had. Rose has been the first in her primary school class to memorize her times tables, and she had always excelled in history class. Rose figured she would probably have to reveal it to certain wizards that she remembered from when she was little. Like Hagrid, Dumbledore,Uncle Moony, and Uncle Siri. Oh, and Neville, his mum was her godmother and they used to play together.


Rose woke up the morning of her 11th birthday well rested and a smile still on her face. Today she would be going to Diagon Alley (with Hagrid no less) and more or less reintroduced to the Wizarding World.

It was mid-morning when she heard a loud knock on the door.

"Answer the door girl!" Vernon bellowed from his spot in front of the telly. Excitedly, Rose ran to the door and opened it. The man standing outside was huge, about 8 ½ feet tall and as wide as three fully grown men. He had to crouch down and slide in sideways to get through the door.

" 'Ello Rosie, how are yeh? Last I saw yeh you was a wee little thing. Yer the spittin' image of yer mum. 'Cept the hair, yeh got yer father's hair."

"Who's at the door, freak?" Her uncle asked as he waddled into the hallway.

"It's Hagrid, sir. He came to take me to Diagon Alley." Rose responded. Lying would get her nowhere.

"Diag… Wait a minute, YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE FREAKS TOO! I SWORE THE DAY WE TOOK HER IN WE'D STAMP THAT NONSENSE OUT OF HER. SHE WILL NOT BE RETURNING TO 'YOUR' KIND AND RUIN OUR RESPECTABLE. SHE'S BAD ENOUGH AS IT IS."

"Eh, shut up yeh big prune. No muggle can stop the daughter of James and Lily Potter from goin' ter Hogwarts. No, Rose will be a great witch with parents like that." countered Hagrid. "C'mon Rosie, we'll need tah be leaving soon.

"NOW HOLD ON. I REFUSE TO LET YOU TAKE HER. WE WILL NOT PAY FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH THE GIRL MAGIC TRICKS." Rose was sure her uncle would have a sore throat later with all the shouting he was doing.

"NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT O' ME!" Hagrid bellowed back. A beam of violet light shot out of the pink umbrella he was gripping tightly, something she had not noticed before. Vernon immediately howled in pain. A curly pig's tail was growing out of his behind. Rose had to stuff her fist in her mouth to stifle the giggles. Vernon ran out of the room, cursing them both up and down.

"Well, we'd best get going. Don't want teh go when the Alley's all crowded. " Rose nodded.

"How will we be getting there?"

"The Knight Bus. S'not the most pleasant way to get there but is the quickest for yeh."


After a queasy ride on the violet triple decker, Hagrid and Rose arrived on Charing Cross Road. She saw the sign for the Leaky Cauldron, which Hagrid had explained was the gateway between Diagon Alley and muggle London. As they neared the entrance, Rose turned to him.

"Hagrid, do you mind if we keep a bit of a low profile passing through. I don't want to draw unwanted attention to myself." On the ride there Hagrid had sped her up to date one the happenings of the wizarding world (how she was famous, who the new minister is, which death eaters were able to buy their way out of Azkaban, et cetera, et cetera).

"O' course, Rosie, we wouldn't want yeh mobbed. " They stepped into the pub, and thankfully no one looked their way. Hagrid quickly made his way to the back door and stepped into litter strewn courtyard. He stepped up to one of the brick walls. After tapping a sequence on them, the bricks shifted to form an arch that opened into a busy street.

"Welcome ter Diagon Alley