Disclaimer: this is all fanfiction. Rose Zeller is actually in the order of the phoenix. The world of harry potter is owned by JK Rowling.
Chapter 4- Rose
Of course, Jarred just happened to have walked into the living room. Rose was about to exit the room before Jarred spotted her when she heard a low hoot from Sinrose and saw her start to attack Jarred. Oh, no! Whenever Sinrose did anything wrong, especially anything Jarred related, Rose would be blamed. Even though Sinrose was really Emily's responsibility, Rose named, cared for, and trained Sinrose. And whenever Sinrose scattered nuts around the garden, attracting gnomes; or stole Jarred's stuff; Rose was blamed. The unfairness of life!
To Rose's astonishment, Sinrose stole a parchment from Jarred's grasp, and dropped it into Rose's open hands. Great. Now she was in even more trouble! Rose tried to ignore it, but her curiosity failed her. She stole a glance at the paper. It was empty of both picture and text. She scanned it, and realized it was a letter! And furthermore, though Rose couldn't see how she had missed it, the Hogwarts crest was emblazoned onto the top right corner, where a stamp would normally be placed.
Rose turned the letter, this way, and that! Searching hungrily for any evidence of who the letter was addressed to, and what it could possibly be about. To her disappointment, no matter how she looked at it, the letter remained blank. She sighed, and was about to give the letter back, when she noticed something. To her horror, a bottle of revealing ink (her mum had tons, just lying around!) had a leak in the container.
Before she could do anything, a big fat blue drop of ink spilled on the letter. Jarred would kill her. She always seemed to mess up, but Jarred on the other hand! He'd go to Hogwarts and learn fancy spells, with a fancy wand, and genius professors. And friends that actually liked you, not just your powers. A tear started to fall, but she wiped it away before anyone could notice. She wondered if once Jarred had learned more magic he could fix the letter, she looked down to inspect the damage. She gasped, and reasoned (upon new information), that that wouldn't be necessary.
Where the ink had spilled words had formed, then new words, and new words, and a name. Her letter now read;
Rose Zeller
23, Upper Flagley
The kitchen The living room
Rose gasped, her biggest dream had come true a whole two years early. She jumped up and down squealing; "It's for me! I'm in Hogwarts! Mum! Dad! It's for me!"
Her parents, who had been watching the whole affair, stone faced from the couch, jumped up gaping. "Our daughter's in Hogwarts! We have a 9 year old in Hogwarts!" Cedonia screeched.
Cedonia ran towards her daughter and engulfed her in a suffocating hug.
Just like always, her dad took a different approach. Wilford had never truly been a part of the wizarding community, and therefore had only two sources for understanding the magical world around him. His wife, Cedonia, and the daily prophet. He did not question either source, he had no reason not to believe everything they preached.
So when Cedonia read Emily a story about an evil guy with a hairy heart, Rose wasn't the only one with nightmares. When he overheard Jarred (5 at the time) telling his stuffed bear about a magical wishing fountain, Wilford spent a month searching for it before Cedonia explained that it was just a myth. And when the daily prophet said that the famous 5th year Hogwarts student, Harry Potter, was a self centered, vain, and power hungry liar; he drank up every word as fact.
This is why Wilford told Rose, with a stern look, that she had to be careful. "He is dangerous, you have to look out for yourself. We both know that you are smarter and more talented, always remember that." Rose shook her head in agreement but did not respond, her dad started to speak again, content on boosting Rose's spirit to it's maximum, "You are probably the youngest person to ever attend Hogwarts. If you hold onto your honor, and believe in yourself, you will do great things. In fact, you could even become more famous than 'the boy who lived' ever was. You can do more than live, you can prove your worth."
Rose smiled. She knew she could make her parents proud. It was unbelievable how amazing things had turned out for her!
