Disclaimer: You will probably recognize a lot of the text in this chapter. I took direct quotes from the book, so that is obviously not my work.

Chapter 3: Diagon Alley

Welcome to Diagon Alley

Rose wished she had several more eyes. Everywhere there was something interesting to look at. Quidditch shops showing off the latest Nimbus model, bookshops packed to the brim with tomes, apothecaries with mysterious looking ingredients lining the windows, menageries filled with animals of all kinds and sizes.

Holding onto his hand, she let Hagrid lead her up the street to Gringotts, no one noticing her thankfully. Gringotts was huge. It looked to be about two or three stories high, but Hagrid had told her that it actually went several miles deep. Walking up the front steps, the uniformed goblins bowed and opened the door for them. Rose bowed back and thanked them, not sure about goblin customs. Both gave her odd looks, then tried to cover it up with an appreciative nod.

Above the entrance to the bank, a poem was carved into the white marble.

'Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.'

Rose shuddered slightly while reading this. She understood why you never should cross a goblin. She didn't have time to think on this, however, as Hagrid led her to the tellers. It didn't seem very crowded for being the middle of the day.

" 'scuse me I'm here to make a withdrawal from the Potter trust vault." Hagrid told the goblin.

"Do you have the key?"

"Jus' give meh a momen' " He proceeded to empty out all his pockets onto the counter, much to the goblin's displeasure. Finally he found it buried under a pile of dog biscuits.

"Here yeh are." The goblin inspected it closely, running it's spindly fingers over the grooves.

"Everything seems to be in order. Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Hagrid, who had put almost everything back in his pockets, slid an envelope across the desk towards the banker.

"A letter from Dumbledore. About the you-know-what in Vault 713."

"Of course." The goblin was finished reading the letter, and had a bit of a smirk on his face for it. Rose was curious as to what it could be, but didn't want to pry.

The teller called over another uniformed employee. He whispered in his ear, and the second goblin nodded. "Griphook, please escort Miss Potter to her trust vault."

The newly-named Griphook led them to one of the many mine carts, and had them all get in. There were no seatbelts, so Rose gripped the side of it tightly. As soon as the goblin sat down, the cart took off. It hurtled itself through a maze of passages and caverns. They moved at a dizzying speed. This is like the Knight Bus, Rose thought to herself. It was fun though. Kind of like the roller coasters Dudley talked about having ridden.

Finally they arrived at what she assumed was her vault. Griphook took the key from her and inserted it into the lock. As the door swung open, green vapor poured from the safe within. Inside the room there were mounds and mounds of coins. Rose remembered that the gold ones were Galleons, Sickles were silver, and the tiny bronze coins were called Knuts.

In the center of the vault was a small table with an envelope and a book wrapped in brown leather. The raven haired girl slowly walked over to the table. Hagrid was dropping the coins into a bag he had with him and Griphook was outside the vault, waiting by the cart.

She slid a finger under the wax seal, and pulled out the letter from within. It was written on parchment in green ink, similar to her Hogwarts letters. On it a message was written out in a flowery script. It read,

My dearest Rosie,

If you are reading this letter, it means that your father and I have passed from this world. I can only pray that you have many happy memories of us.

I have written to you because you will need to know certain things pertaining to the war effort, and I have an ominous feeling I will not be able to tell you myself.

First off, a prophecy has been made and it may be about you. I will not concern you with its exact wording, but know that it talks of the defeat of Voldemort. It states that a child born at the end of July whose parents have fought him three times will have the ability to defeat Voldemort. There are only two children who fit this criteria: You and your god brother Neville Longbottom. I was never one for divination, but Voldemort most likely believes it to be true and that is why we have gone into hiding.

Secondly, if we do die, it was Peter Pettigrew's fault. He was our Secret Keeper under the Fidelius Charm. We wanted to have your Uncle Sirius do it, but he said he would be obvious and wanted to take no chances. James, Sirius, and Peter are suspicious of your Uncle Remus because he is a werewolf, which is complete poppycock. But your father trusts his friends and we made Peter our Secret Keeper as a diversion. I have a bad feeling about him. He was always a bit of a coward in school, and isn't much better now. Not very talented with a wand, either. But again, if your father trusts him, so will I.

That is everything important I have to tell you right now. There are other things towards the end of the diary, beginning in my 7th year when the war was going strong, that may be important.

Again, I hope you never have to read this, but we are at war and must be prepared. Remember that your father and I love you with all our hearts, and always will. Be safe, and stay strong my little Rose.

With love,

Your mummy Lily

Rose's head was spinning. Her mother-her mummy- had given her all this information. And the prophecy? She assumed it had been fulfilled when Voldemort had tried to kill her and failed. That memory was quite vivid in her mind. Her mother's pleas and sob, Voldemort's cold, high pitched laughter, the acid green light of the Killing Curse.

Stop thinking about it! Get yourself together, Potter. The raven haired girl shook her head to clear her thoughts. She looked behind her and saw that Hagrid was still counting coins and putting them into a bag. Rose quickly stuffed the letter back in its envelope and tucked it into the diary. I'll need to read this later, she thought.

"Alright Rose? C'mon, let's get back to them infernal carts." Hagrid led her outside the vault where Griphook locked it up. After returning the key to her, the goblin ushered them back into the cart.

"Couldn't yeh go slower?" Hagrid asked Griphook.

He replied with a nasty smirk. "One speed only." This time they plunged even deeper through the caverns, wind whistling in their ears. At one point, Rose had leaned over the side of the cart to look down at the gorge, but Hagrid pulled her back in by the shoulder.

After a few minutes they arrived outside vault 713. There was no key to this vault. Instead, the Gringotts employee had to gently stroke the door, which melted at his touch. Hagrid stepped inside the vault. The emerald eyed girl tried to peer into the room from her seat in the cart, but only managed a glimpse. It seemed to be small for being in the high security section.

The groundskeeper grabbed a package from within and got back in the cart. He had withdrawn a grubby, brown paper parcel. The object within looked to be only a bit larger than her fist. Kinda disappointing. Hagrid saw her trying to figure out what it was, and spoke to her.

"Don't go pokin' yer nose into this. Secret Hogwarts business. More'n my job's worth tah tell yeh."

After another dizzying ride, Hagrid and Rose exited the bank.

"Rosie, would yeh mind if I slipped to the Leaky Cauldron for a pick meh up? Them Gringotts carts do meh no good. 'specially on top of that Knight Bus." The groundskeeper did look a little green. The raven haired girl did not want to be left alone in Diagon Alley, but she did feel bad for Hagrid.

"It's quite alright Hagrid. I'll just go and-," Rose consulted her supply list. "-get fitted for my robes. Which shop should I go to?"

"Yeh'll prolly want Madam Malkin's. It's 'cross the street over there." At that Hagrid walked away, the crowd parting to let him through. The girl herself had to fight against the crowd to cross the street and her to the robe shop. She was short enough that most adults didn't even see her.

A bell jingled as Rose stepped into the store. A plump woman wearing mauve robes stepped over to her. The girl assumed this was Madam Malkin.

"Hogwarts, dear? We've been getting a lot of them. Actually I have a young man being fitted up right now."

As the shop owner led Rose to the back, she saw the aforementioned 'young man'. He had a pale face with pointed features, slick blonde hair, and steel gray eyes. He stood upon the stool next to her's, having his robes pinned up by a second witch.

"Hello," The boy spoke in an aristocratic drawl. "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." The green eyed girl replied politely.

"My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one anyways and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Rose was strongly reminded of Dudley. Except he was lean and a bit tall for his age.

The boy continued on. "Have you got your own broom?" Her lips curled upward at this. She used to have a toy broom when she was 1. Uncle Siri had gotten it for her birthday. One of her earliest lucid memories was her dad and uncle chasing her through their backyard while flew a few feet off the ground.

"No."

"Play quidditch at all?" The girl shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. She had never played quidditch herself, but had heard many, many tales of her father's flying days from her uncles. It seemed as if that was their favorite thing to talk about. That and the pranking regime they held over Hogwarts.

"I do- Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in?"

"Well no one really knows until they're sorted." Rose shot back. She was getting very ticked off by this guy's attitude. Probably a snobbish pureblood.

"Right, but I know I'll be in Slytherin," Ah, it makes sense now, Rose thought. "all our family have been- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"And give up a chance to learn magic? No thank you, besides, Hufflepuff is a great House. Hard working, loyal, modest. Everything a person should be in life." Her mum Lily had had many friends in Hufflepuff. In fact most of Rose's bedtimes stories had centered around her parents' friends in different Houses.

"I say, look at that man!" The boy pointed to the window. In it was Hagrid holding two ice cream cones, nodding at them to show he couldn't come in. Rose smiled back at him.

"That's Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

"Oh I've heard of him. They say he's some sort of savage- lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and sets fire to his bed."

The green eyed girl let some of her anger pour into her gaze. "Please do not judge and belittle someone before you've even met them. And he's not a savage as you so eloquently put it, he's the gamekeeper and a very nice man."

The blonde sneered at this. "Is he now? Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead." Rose said bluntly. She didn't want to elaborate on it with a snobbish git, anyways.

"Oh, sorry." Not sounding very sorry at all, he continued on. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were both magical, not that it should make much of a difference."

"But of course it does. They shouldn't let the other kind in, don't you think? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts till they get their letter. No, they should definitely keep it in the old wizarding families." He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. "What's your surname, anyway?"

Thankfully, Madam Malkin interrupted before Rose could answer. "That's it, you're done, my dear." The girl hopped down from the stool and went to the counter to pay for her robes and cloak. She met Hagrid outside and continued on with their shopping.

Rose and Hagrid spent the afternoon gathering all of her school supplies. First to the apothecary, where Rose picked up a basic potion kit (and some extra ingredients that the gamekeeper didn't notice). Next the equipment shop, where she bought herself a cauldron, stirrers, brass scales, potion phials, dragon hide gloves, and a telescope for Astronomy. She also bought herself a three-compartment trunk, which she stored all of her purchases in. After that was the parchment and quill shop, where she bought several pots of different colored ink, dozens of rolls of parchment, and a huge box of different feathered quills.

However, Rose had the most fun in the bookshop, Flourish and Blotts. First, she picked up all of the assigned course books. Then she moved into the more entertaining books. The raven haired girl picked up several books on pranking, which went unnoticed by Hagrid. It was only fair that she attempt to carry the torch as a next-generation Marauder. Rose also picked up an interesting book entitled Mind Magicks: A Rudimentary Guide to Legilimency, Occlumency, Aura-Sight, Memory Withdrawal, and Intent-Based Spells. It was quite thick, bigger than the dusty dictionary that her Aunt Petunia stored on a bookshelf in the living room. Now that tome was purely for show, she'd never seen a Dursley once open a book thicker than a comic or newspaper.

Rose also picked out several reference books the shopkeeper had recommended, like Hogwarts: A History, Notable 20th Century Wizards, Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and The Pureblood Pride: A Muggle-born's Guide to Magical Society and the Workings of the Wizengamot. The girl was intrigued by all these books since they mentioned several things she had overheard from her parents. Her father had had a seat on the Wizengamot, and had voted there up until they went into hiding, when he then signed Dumbledore as the proxy.

Rose was only reminded of Hagrid's presence when she went up to the counter to pay for her many purchases.

"Gallopin' gorgons, Rosie. That's a lotta books. Yeh sure like to read, don'cha?" The green eyed girl smiled at this.

"Yes, I really do love to read." It was true. Books had always been somewhat of an escape for her. Dudley refuses to chase her into a library on principle alone. Honestly, she wasn't even sure if he could read that well.

"Ah, yer just like yer mum. She loved to read, too. Always was a smart girl." Rose's smile grew even wider. She loved to hear about her parents from others. The girl herself only had about 4 months worth of memories from them.* One thing she could recall vividly was her mum's library. There were three ceiling height shelves filled with books, and another, smaller bookshelf with Rose's own kids' books.


Hagrid had then taken her to a menagerie.

"I wanted ter get yeh a birthday present. Don' expect you've gotten lotsa gifts from them Dursleys."

"Thank you, but you don't have to-" The groundskeeper cur her off. "I know I don't have to. Yeh know what, I'll get yeh an animal. Not a toad, they went outta fashion years ago. An' I don' like cats, make me sneeze. I'll tell yeh what. I'll get yeh an owl. All the kids want owls; they're dead useful, carry yeh mail and everything."

10 minutes later they walked out of the shop with an owl in a cage. It was a gorgeous snowy white owl with soft, round amber eyes. It had flown over to them and landed on Rose's shoulder as soon as she had stepped into the emporium. The raven haired girl was profusely thanking Hagrid, who was blushing a bit at his ears.

"Don' worry 'bout it. Now all that's left is yer wand. Have to go to Ollivanders-only place for wands, and yeh've gotta have the best." Her wand was what Rose was most looking forward to buying. She could remember stealing her father's wand from him, waving it around trying to make sparks fly out of it like her mother would do.

The wand shop looked to be quite shabby from the outside. It was narrow and decrepit, with fading gold letters in the door that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The window held a single wand laying on a dusty purple cushion.

The inside seemed even smaller as they stepped inside. The walls were lined to the ceiling with long, thin boxes. Rose could feel the ambient magic washing over them, a strange tingling sensation that crawled down her spine. But it was a good tingling, almost like a reassuring presence.

A soft voice called out to them from behind the counter. "Good afternoon." Rose jumped in surprise, and she assumed Hagrid did as well as she heard a loud crunching noise and he jumped off the spindly chair.

"Hello, sir." Rose replied somewhat awkwardly. The man was staring at her with his shiny, silver eyes. His pale face was framed by wild, shoulder length gray hair.

"Ah, yes. Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Rose Potter." He stated, not asked. "You have your father's hair. It seems only yesterday that he was in here himself, buying his first wand. Eleven inches long, pliable, made of mahogany. Powerful and excellent for transfiguration." Mr. Ollivander was creeping closer to Rose with each word. "Your mother on the other hand favored a willow wand. Ten and a quarter inches. Swishy. Nice wand for charm work. Well, I say your mother favored it-it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

By now Ollivander has come so close to the green eyed girl that they were almost nose to nose. "And that's where…." The old man was lightly stroking Rose's scar, which was normally covered by her bangs. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands….if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…" The old man shook his head, as if to clear out the memories.

The wand maker then spotted Hagrid. "Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again…. Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"

"It was, sir, yes."

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled." The gamekeeper was suddenly nervous.

"Er-yes they did, yes. I've still got the pieces though."

Ollivander replies quite sharply. "But you don't use them?"

"Oh, no, sir!" The older man shot him a piercing look. Hagrid was gripping his pink umbrella quite tightly. Rose had not seen him use this in any way, though she suspected he may have his wand hidden in there.

The wand maker continued on as if nothing had happened. "Well, now-Miss Potter. Let me see. Which is your wand arm." The pale man was pulling a tape measure out of his pocket.

"I'm right handed, sir." Rose held out her arm, and the tape measure-by itself- flew around the girl measuring everywhere. Head to toe, should to floor, 'round the head, elbow to finger, you name it. As it did this Ollivander explained some of the wandlore to Rose.

Each wand was made with a unique core, from either unicorn hair, phoenix tail feather, or dragon heartstring.

By now the tape was done measuring and had landed in a heap on the floor. Mr. Ollivander has taken down some boxes from the shelves and made his way over to Rose. "Right then, Miss Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Just give it a wave." Rose just barely lifted her arm before the wand was snatched away from her. And so began a long process of trying out wands only to have them grabbed from her. Instead of growing disheartened at the pile of abandoned wands, which was steadily getting larger, Mr. Ollivander seemed to be excited.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere—I wonder now—yes, why not—unusual combination—holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

As soon as Rose grabbed the wand, she felt a warmth spread throughout her. The raven haired girl raised the wand above her head and brought it down, swishing through the air. Red and gold sparks were thrown from the tip of her wand. Hagrid whooped, and Mr. Ollivander started to clap.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh very good. Well, well, well….how curious…..how very curious." The wand maker was now putting Rose's wand back in her box and wrapping it in brown paper, still muttering to himself. "Curious…..curious…"

Rose decided to speak up. "I'm sorry, but may I ask, what exactly is so curious about my wand?"

The old man turned his head sharply and stared the girl in the eye. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather—just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother—why, it's brother gave you that scar." Rose gulped at this new information. So her wand shared a core with Voldemort. Well that's just fan-bloody-tastic.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember…. I think we should expect great things from you Miss Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Be-Named did great things…. terrible yes, but great."

The green eyed girl shivered under the wand maker's gaze. Quickly she payed for her wand and she and Hagrid exited the shop.

Rose was silent on the trip back to Privet Drive on the Knight Bus. By the time they got back, it was almost 5:00. Hagrid helped her carry the packed trunk up to her doorstep.

"Well, goodbye now Rosie. I'll be seein' yeh September Firs'. Owl me if yer relatives give yeh any trouble." With that, the gamekeeper got back onto the bus, which vanished with a crack.

Now, Rose thought, it's time to face my uncle…...


(A/N) Hehe, well, it's been a while since I've updated, hasn't it? I really am sorry about that. For some reason this chapter was extremely hard to write. I tried to make it somewhat different than canon, but that obviously did not happen. And please read the entire Author's Note as it will answer some questions you probably have and clear some things up.

I've been receiving quite a few questions about Rose's memories and other powers. I said in the prologue that she has Aura-sight, near perfect memory, and crude Legilimency and Occlumency skills. Rose knows that she has the powers, but does not know the name for them. Her Occlumency was built up by studying Muggle meditation in her cupboard. The Legilimency is passive and she was born with it, similar to Queenie in FBAWTFT, except she can't read people's thoughts, she can only tell if they're lying. This could also be passed off as a Muggle skill if she wanted to hide it.

Next is her Aura Sight. It's not going to be extremely powerful, and she won't use it very often. Again, she's self-trained, so it won't be very powerful at the moment. In order to see the blood wards she has to concentrate A LOT, and seeing as how blood wards are the strongest wards out there, her skill is shoddy at best. The Mind Magicks book will help her develop all of her skills.

The biggest one is her memory. Again, she only had about 4 months worth of memories prior to her stay at the Dursleys. This means that she will have a wide knowledge of the wizarding world because she has memories of interactions with her family, but also hearing her parents talk about the war. As a baby she couldn't understand it, but she does now that she is older and her brain is more developed. Think of it as watching an adult show with your parents when you are a small child. All of the dirty jokes, innuendos, and inappropriate themes go right over your head because you just don't understand them. But you still have the memory of watching it, so as you get older and your mind becomes dirtier, you start to understand the references. That is what it is like with Rose. She has the memories of conversations, interactions, everything. As she gets older and her brain develops, she registers what exactly was going on and now has the knowledge of these events.

Now most of you will say "that's way too many memories for a four month period. Technically not. That's roughly 122 days, or 2,928 hours of memories. Don't get me wrong, she will forget some things and she's not gonna be like "I was read this bedtime story at 8:05 on August 23." No. It's not gonna be that good. Her memory is just substantially longer than most human children's.

Well I hope that clears some things up. Again, I'm sorry it took so long to update. I will try from now on to update weekly, and to write longer chapters. Thanks!

-Ravenpuff