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 8- Rose

Jarred got an owl. It was a screech owl which he named "Ignotus" after the third brother in "The Deathly Hallows". He was the one with the cloak. Rose secretly thought the name was stupid. For one, who named an owl after a storybook character? It made no sense to her. Plus, Ignotus was about hiding from Death (Death took a form in the story). Ignotus the owl, on the other hand, was anything but stealthy.

Yes, Ignotus could fly without making any noise at all. All owls could (except for the Elf Owl). But Ignotus was so noisy! He kept her awake all night with his constant hoots. Most of the time he just sang soft trills, which were actually quite nice. But whenever he got annoyed he'd let out a fierce rattling screech. It sounded like a cat being forced into a cold murky pool. He'd snap and hiss, it was infuriating!

The only one who got it worse was Sinrose. She had very sensitive hearing, even for an owl. Rose thought Sinrose was being very patient with sharing a room with Ignotus, though her uncomfort was obvious. Finally, Rose decided that Ignotus had to go.

It happened on the night before their departure to Hogwarts. Rose was trying to get a good night's sleep, but Ignotus kept her up. She immediately complained to her mum. "Mum!" she whined "Why is Jarred's owl in my room. He is not my responsibility!"

"Well, Sinrose is in your room. Your father and I thought having the owls in one room would be best." Cedonia explained.

"That's the point. For Emily's 11th birthday you gave her an owl. You gave her an owl. And put it in my room. You left a 7 year old to care for it!" Rose growled.

"But, I thought you liked having Sinrose in your room, dear?" Cedonia crooned.

"Yes, now I do. Now Sinrose is my owl, so I can care for it. But then, she was not. Emily never cleaned out her cage or used her allowance to pay for her treats." Rose said, glaring "She didn't nurse Sinrose back to health last month when someone at the ministry in Uncle Lloyd's department thought Sinrose was carrying dark items. If Tristian hadn't pre formed the counter jinx in time-"

"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Cedonia asked, wounded "I don't get why you always go to my nephew for help, before asking me?"

Rose gave an inaudible response before returning to the topic "You still haven't answered my question. Why do you always bring so much responsibility onto me? Why do you always make my life so hard". Rose looked up at her mother, teary eyed and spiteful. When Cedonia failed to respond Rose gave up and bolted to her room in the basement shouting, "Fine, then! When I come back from Hogwarts I'll be rid of you! You'll see."

And with that, Rose marched off and slammed her bedroom door, and locked it. Then she levitated onto her loft bed, curled up, and started to cry. Eventually, she looked up at her windowsill for comfort from Sinrose. To her disappointment, Sinrose was out hunting, Rose started to cry again.

After calming down a bit, Rose pulled out the book she was currently reading from the hiding spot under her pillow. It was titled, Kokain Nästet (or "The flying squad") by Edgar Wallace. Her friend, Orla Quirke, had recommended it to her. Orla was a year older than Jarred, and had gone off to Hogwarts the previous year. Rose hadn't had a true friend since.

She hoped to be reunited with Orla tomorrow, on the Hogwarts express. Orla was in Ravenclaw, which meant they'd be in the same house. There was no question that Rose would be in Ravenclaw. Rose was the smartest kid in the whole of Upper Flagley, of the muggles and wizards. She was probably the loneliest as well, besides Jarred of course.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the thumping sound of feet coming down the basement steps. Rose quickly hid her book, she hadn't asked whether or no she could read it and Orla's reading tastes could be sketchy. Rose heard her mother mutter the "Alohomora!" and got into a comfortable position as the door flew open.

"What did I say about locking the door?" Cedonia lightly scolded, it was an ongoing battle "Anyway, it's time for dinner. Have you packed?"

When she was silent, instead of running away like Rose did, Cedonia climbed up onto the loft and sat beside her sorrowful daughter. "I have an answer to your question." She whispered.

This made Rose look up so Cedonia continued. "You are a very energetic child, Rose."

Rose just glared. "What does that have to do with anything?" she spat.

Cedonia sighed. "You have a lot of magic. That can be a good thing if you are well taught, if your magic is controlled. But, before you could get to an age where training was even possible, your magic increased immensely. Me and your father were scared. We feared you would try and suppress your magic, which is one of the most dangerous thing that can happen to a child." Cedonia was close to tears, this made Rose wipe away her own and force herself to pay attention. Cedonia smiled and then hugged her saying, "We thought long and hard about the bedroom situation when we moved to Upper Flagley. We gave Emily the attic so she can have her loud parties and ignore the rest of the family while we try to ignore the noise. We gave you the basement so when you could let out your magic without harming anyone. Your father and I picked the ground floor so we could attempt to keep the house's harmony."

This made Rose giggle, and smile for the first time since they had returned from Diagon Alley. Suddenly, Rose remembered something her mother had left out, and stopped laughing. Cedonia looked down at her, worried. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Jarred. Why did you give Jarred his room?" Rose responded "You never said."

Cedonia paused then explained, "Jarred, I felt, needed the space. It has a lot of room for him to explore who he is." She took a deep breath "I'm not sure he knows, quite yet."

Cedonia climbed down from the loft and headed toward the door. Before she departed Cedonia turned and faced her daughter once more. "You can bring Jarred his owl. He needs to get used to Ignotus before your big day tomorrow." And she left the room, and Rose, who was finally satisfied.