The story of Rose Lillian Potter.

Prologue.

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Eleven-year-old Harry James Potter, First-year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood frozen in a dusty old classroom deep in the bowels of the castle he had spent the past several months, the classroom reeked heavily of the garlic that was so well associated with the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

The man standing before him wasn't the one he had been expecting.

'Professor Quirell?' Harry gasped.

Professor Quirrell had his back turned to him, 'yes...I wondered if you would be joining us, Mr Pottter,' Harry desperately tried to equate the new equation, but was unable to... 'I, I thought snape?'

'Severus? yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he...? next to him, who would ever suspect little old st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell.'

'but Snape, he tried to kill me!'

'No, no, no Mr Potter, I tried to kill you, were not for Severus and that mudblood Granger.'

Sent into a blind rage. Harry drew his wand to cast the first spell. However, before he could even start to think of an incantation Professor Quirrell turned sharply on his heel, silently guiding his wand through a flurry of flicks.

Harry soon found himself with his back lying on the cold damp stone floor, bound tightly by a very thick rope.

'Well, well, we seem to have struck a nerve. Very interesting indeed. I could very easily kill you now Mr Potter. But my master wants to deal with you himself' Professor Quirrel continued, before turning his attention back to whatever was in front of him, falling silent for a while.

The silence was only interrupted by the occasionally frustrated growl from Harry's former teacher.

'Use the boy... use the boy.' a bone-chilling voice broke in as if the very air itself was bending to serve a new dark master.

'Yes, of course, your always right my lord, Potter is the key to this.' Quirrell replied before turned to face Harry once more. 'you'll come here, Mr Potter!'

Abruptly, it was if all the air within Harry had been stolen from him, and he started to struggle to replace it as he helplessly found himself floating towards Quirrell and the object the stood behind them.

Harry found himself standing before a familiar ornate mirror. Sparking a memory he had never revisited since the event took place.

'So- Back again, Harry

Harry felt as if his insides had been turned to ice. He turned behind him. Sitting on a desk against the wall was none-other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked right past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn't noticed him.

'I-I didn't see you, sir.'

'Strange how short-sighted being invisible can make you,' Said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling.

'So' Dumbledore continued slipping off the desk to join Harry on the floor, 'you like hundreds before you have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.

Back in present, Harry floated in front of The Mirror of Desire: a self-explaining name for such an enchanting object Harry realized, gazing into it now though, he didn't see his family as expected.

But only two people, himself and Hermoine holding hands and smiling, Hermoine let go and handed the Harry in the mirror, a blood-red stone, placing it in his pocket.

Then she gave him a shy smile then a peck on the cheek followed one-armed hug giving the Harry outside the mirror a wink, then both vanished, a sudden weight in Harry's pocket brought him back to reality.

'Tell me what you see boy, or you will die here and now, by the dark lord's hand!'

The invisible grip around Harry's throat become increasingly tight, making it near impossible to breathe and speak.

'I see P-P-Professor Dumbledore a-a-and m..m..myself, he-he is shaking my hand I-I have w-won the house cup f-for Gry-' He managed to stammer in reply before the grip rendered it impossible to speak... he didn't dare tell what he had truly seen.

Still tied up, and with the stone in his pocket pressed uncomfortably hard against his leg which had a warm liquid running down it, there was no getting away.

Harry quickly found himself flung through the air, landing painfully upon the cold damp floor once more, his head feeling like his brain had started to rattle uncontrollably inside his skull, the faint sound of running liquid in his ears.

turning his attention back to the mirror, Quirrell cursed.

The bone-chilling voice whispered.

'But master, you are still weak.'

'I have strength enough for this.' The voice replied in a dreadful whisper.

Soon the former professor reached up to his purple turban, and slowly unwrapped it from around his head.

When it fell to the floor at Quirrell's feet. Harry found, anothis face, its eyes red as blood, filled with absolute hate.

'Harry James Potter, hailed by all as The-Boy-Who-Lived.' The face said after a moment. 'Do you see what you have reduced me to, mere shadow and vapour of what I once was. I'm nothing but a parasite!' The face snarled as it shouted.

Voldemort took a number of calming breaths before continuing. 'Young Quirinus hunted me to whise I was hiding. He believed it easy for him to end me. believing he held all the cards. He truly wanted you to have a normal life. Such a sentimental fool. Something about owning a debt to your mothis. you see, this was the only way I could take corporal form.' The face explained while Quarrel made gestures with his arms and hands.

Yes, he was very reluctant to join me, but I 'persuaded' him that his 'sacrifice' would be worthwhile, hmm, you look a little uncomfortable Harry,' with a disturbing smile, Voldemort flicked his wand, removing the bindings from Harry, then continued his tale as Harry stood up cautiously.

' Now after what you did to me ten years ago, you have escaped me twice. The Philosopher's stone that you carry in your pocket. It will allow me to continue my work,' Voldemort explained... 'I can give you back your parents if you joined me, Harry, all you need to do is to give me the stone.'

Harry backed away shaking his head... 'LIAR... I'LL NEVER JOIN YOU!'

'Don't be a fool,' snarled the face. 'far better to save your own life and join me... or you'll face the same fate as your Parents.' Quirrell was now walking backwards at him so that Voldemort could still see him. the face was now smiling as it watched Harry shakily draw his wand from the floor and quarrel stopped, 'good, I always value bravery... yes, boy, your parents were very brave... let us see how far your education has taken you. CRUSIO!'

It was as if large sharp needles stabbed deeply into his skin constantly, overwhelming him while his skin was most sensitive. Harry couldn't even cry out or gasp for breath. He desperately wanted it all to simply end.

Just as Harry was able to breathe again, tears had started flooding his eyes. Voldemort gave a feral smile, like a cat that was toying with its dinner

'oh... it seems Hogwarts isn't the school it used to be... CRUSIO!'

The needles returned in force, forcing old wounds to reopen, and cutting out new. Soon black dots started to dance in Harry's tear flooded eyes, why wasn't he allowed to just rest in peace.

Then the needles withdrew once more just before Harry was able to pass out. 'yes, we are quite done.' Voldemort whispered 'and so ends the Tale of The-Boy-Who-Lived. AVADA KEDAVRA!'

Harry's vision filled with neon green light, followed by bright gold, all the while Harry was filled head to toe with incredible blinding pain the likes that couldn't be described, The last Harry heard before the world around him faded to black was an ear-shattering scream.

In black emptiness, Harry found a golden light… The golden snitch, he tried to reach out and grab it, but his arms were far too heavy to move, his whole body felt sore and unmovable.

Soon light flooded into existence as Harry finally opened his eyes.

The snitch was replaced with his black wire-frame glasses, and beyond them, the smiling face of one Albus Dumbledore, looking very much relieved.

'Good afternoon' said Dumbledore, Harry stared at him for a moment. Then the memories started flooding back into his consciousness as if coming back from a reboot.

'Sir! The stone! It was Quirrell! He has the stone! Sir- quick-'

'Calm yourself, or I'm afraid that Madam Pomfrey will have me turfed out, you are a little behind in the times, I can assure you Quirrell does not have the stone.'

Harry looked baffled… behind indeed.

'Then who does? Sir, I-'

'Please relax, you have been through much, Mr, or I should say, Ms Potter.

Harry swallowed confused, his eyes caught a strand of dark auburn hair, wasn't his hair black, and a lot shorter? 'Wha… What do you mean Professor? How long have I been here?'

Now paying attention to it, Harry noticed his voice was several octaves higher than what it should have been.

Letting his gaze drift, Harry found himself in a familiar setting, the white linen sheets of the Hospital wing… on the bedside table next to Harry seemed to be half a candy shop.

'You have been here for three long weeks, both Mr Weasley and Ms Granger have been extremely worried about you, as for your changes, I'm afraid I can't say that I understand what happened that caused your transformation when I arrived, I found you alone as you are now, the chamber almost in ruins…. I had feared that I might have been too late, you were scarcely breathing when I got there, I'll have to add that you look almost identical to your mother when she was your age.'

Harry felt like passing out once more, the information came to quickly, The magnitude, purely overwhelming, then something came to mind, 'Professor, before I passed out, there was a bright green light, followed by a blinding gold... what were they

Professor Dumbledore's face became a ghostly white, his blue eyes ashen, the twinkle that they were known for, completely gone, the headmaster stood silent, for a what seemed to be close to an hour. 'Harry, I cannot express how fortunate you are to survive that curse a second time. the bright green light was the killing curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, no being no matter how great has the right to take the life from another, as for gold I suspect that It was your mother's protection that saved you, Love is a magic that no one will ever truly understand and, might be what sparked your change in gender…'

Harry let the statement settle in… then asked 'My mother's protection?'

'Your mother died to save you, Harry. Love is a very powerful magic your mother's love for you left its mark on you, no scar or anything else visible, I do not think it will be able to save you from the killing curse, but I do not doubt that it will always be there to protect you when it can.'

Finally, Dumbledore seemed to have regained some of the colour in his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, 'I assume you will want a new name…unfortunately it seems this change is impossible to reverse, as both myself, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Snape have all tried but failed to find a solution, I do have to admit that Severus might not have tried his hardest.'

He then turned his attention to a carton, he picked it up…' Even though he has a brilliant mind, and every bit the Ravenclaw, I have found my fondness for Mr Bott's confections have decreased over the years.' he committed just before popping a bean into his mouth, 'Alas, Ear wax…The Weasley twins would have greatly enjoyed his company… I shiver thinking about the possible outcomes.'

When Madam Pomfrey can allow it, I'll contact the ministry of magic so you can have your name, this something you will want to spend time thinking about, remember in the magical world, you can only change your name once.'

He- no, she nodded slowly. Just when it seemed the headmaster turned to leave, Harry asked: 'Professor, what happened to the stone?'

"Seems I can't keep you distracted for long Harry, the stone has been destroyed."

'Destroyed?' said Harry blankly. 'But Your friend - Nicolas Flamel -'

"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. 'You did do your homework properly then, didn't you? Well, Nicolas, his wife and I had a rather lengthy conversation over tea, and we all agreed it was for the best."

"But that means that they will die, won't they?"

'They have enough elixir to sort out there affairs in order and then, yes they will die.'

Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement held in those emerald green eyes.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it's like going to sleep after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the stone was not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life, you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all else - the trouble is, humans do have a knack for choosing what is worst for them."

'Professor… You know Wh.…' Harry asked.

'Ms. Potter, please use Voldemort's real name, fear of a name will only increase the fear of the object in question.' Dumbledore interrupted and Madam Pomfrey squeaked and nearly split the potion she was about to administer. Giving the headmaster both impressed and fearful look as if the man in question would show up any second, then after a minute turned reprimanding.

Harry nodded before continuing, 'It, it won't be the last time I'll see Voldemort, is it. He didn't die… did he?'

Dumbledore showed his age, though answered, 'No I'm afraid he didn't die, because, put simply, Voldemort can't die, he has found some means to escape death that will have to be undone, before he will move on to the next great adventure… and yes, he will attempt to return to being fully corporal again, all we can do is prepare and pray that it isn't anytime soon.

Before the headmaster could leave though Harry asked 'Professor - do you think you could have Ron and Hermione visit when they have -'

'No! you need your rest young lady! Madam Pomfrey intervened, his tone firm, make sure that this was not negotiable

'Please, I need to see them… I'm resting, laying down and everything, just give five minutes,' Harry pleaded. 'You let Dumbledore in…'

'He is the headmaster Harry, quite different…' after a minute the normally strict healer crumbled and sighed. 'Oh very well, but five minutes only.'

She then went to let them in, as they were waiting just outside the door, wanting to be let in.

Harry brightened at the sight of them, then Unconsciously bit his lower lip in sudden nervousness… he… no, wait… regardless of what terms should be used, Harry had realized that these two were not necessarily his friends anymore, but friends of a different looking Harry Potter… and was Harry, Harry anymore?

Harry started to feel a little uncomfortable under Ron's gaze as if he was looking for something and couldn't . shrinking down under his gaze,

'N… Nothing changed mate… while still best friends.' Ron said quietly as he dropped his gaze.

Hermione wrapped his arms around Harry in a warm hug… 'I'll admit this is a bit surprising and overwhelming… But no matter the three of us will always be close friends… I promise we will never abandon you.' After that Madam pomfrey had them removed so

Harry fell asleep, his mind stuck on Ron and his odd behaviour, all his words seemed forced as if his thoughts were very different from what he had said… Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable, one line playing in his mind, 'Ms Potter.'

as lonesome hours past, it dawned on Harry, that perhaps it didn't need to be bad thing... if it that the Boy-Who-Loved could be left behind... and more importantly, the Dursleys. Then it might worth while to lead this new life, though it lead to many question that Harry wasn't sure he... she? wanted to ask yet.

It was a mentally exhausted Harry Potter that fell asleep, a future all but certain.