Chapter 1- Summer at the Lanes

Rose stared out of the window of the room that her and Bridget had been sharing. She had started a habit of getting up early in the mornings because she liked the peace and quiet. At around 6:00 in the morning, Rose would get herself out of bed, careful as to not disturb Bridget and go make herself a pot of boiling herbal tea and huddle by the window. She had about an hour to herself in the morning before her Wizarding Studies began.

Right- where did we leave you off?

So, Rose finished her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with her brother the famous Harry Potter.

A lot of people in the Wizarding world don't know who Rose is because when Voldemort came to kill Harry at Godric's Hollow she hid in a closet and survived. Rose's story is perhaps the most miraculously mundane tale of survival ever told. But, here she is alive and in the flesh.

Rose often has to tell others that she is in fact Harry's sister as many Wizards don't know about his sister. There's one other thing you should know about Rose….

She's half Muggle and half Wizard. No one is really sure why but she has incredibly weak magical powers. Her powers are still there, she just has to work twice as hard to master spells, and potions, and retain the knowledge. It doesn't help that she's about three years behind in course work at Hogwarts.

She was supposed to catch up on work last year, but there was that whole thing at Godric's Hollow where she hit her head and had a coma, and well, yeah, now she's pretty much back at square one. Well, Professor Dumbledore had hoped that this summer with Bridget would help her catch up on her studies again and give her time. You see, everyone is also panicking in the Wizarding world because of The Prophecy.

Whew. Yeah, a lot happened last year to Rosemary Potter. Not to mention whatever developed between her and George Weasley. Rose and George were still happily dating.

So, that brings us back to where Rose is now- cuddled up on the couch with a cup of tea looking out the window. She was actually thinking about Harry. This was the longest they had ever been apart and she felt guilty that he couldn't come be with her at Bridget's house but instead was stranded at the Dursley home. Rose knew he felt abandoned.

She tried to write him as often as she could and they would exchange weekly letters. Rose often looked forward to the site of his snowy white owl, Hedwig, flying to her window coming to pick up her letter and deliver it between both words: the magic and non-magic one.

Today Hedwig did not arrive with a letter.

Rose had absolutely fallen in love with Bridget's home and her family. Bridget had a quirky little home that had a long spiral staircase lined with green vines. The walls of her home were covered in mossy dew and her dad, Robert, kept up a greenhouse upstairs. Rose understood why Dumbledore had wanted her to stay at Bridget's house. Robert Lane was the perfect man to teach her about potions with his eclectic collection of household plants. Mr. Lane was a rather quiet man but very sweet and intelligent. He had of course been sorted into Hufflepuff House as well.

Bridget's whole family was a long lineage of Hufflepuffs. They had been Hufflepuffs as far back as they went, and the house could be traced on the floating family tree that had been imprinted on the wall. There was only one case of a Ravenclaw sorting- Karen Lane- a third cousin once removed- but even she was nearly sorted into Hufflepuff. Bridget's mother, Edwina Lane, still thought the sorting hat must've made some type of mistake with Karen despite everyone knowing that the sorting hat makes no mistakes.

Robert Lane had taught Rose so much about potions and she was already half way through the first year curriculum in Potion making. Robert Lane also knew a bit about Transfiguration and Astrology- he was a jack of all trades really. Rose appreciated how patient he was with teaching her and repeating spells over and over again.

Edwina Lane was more of a character. Very outspoken and chatty. Bridget had inherited her long wispy blonde hair from Edwina as well as her figure, though she had more of her father's reserved and observant personality. Bridget could still at times, well know how to be assertive like her mother. Bridget was in actuality the perfect mix of both of her parents, and Rose found it fascinating to watch them all interact with one another.

Rose checked the clock above the fireplace in the living room- it was made of wood and the little time hands were floating about in the clock. Rose sighed- her hour of quiet was almost over- she had 5 minutes left to herself. When the long hand moved to the big number 7, she could promptly hear Robert Lane's feet pattering away down the stairs.

"Morning, morning, Rose," He said and greeted her warmly, Rose smiled in return, "Good morning" She replied.

"Have you gone and had yourself a piece of toast love?" Robert Lane asked as he rummaged around the kitchen while swatting tree leaves out of his face.

Rose shook her head and went over to Robert to take a slice of toast he handed to her. She began to eat it as they walked up to the greenhouse to begin their daily lesson.