Rose slumped in the tatty, yet comfortable armchair that Hagrid had offered her.
For the past several days at Hogwarts, Rose had been uncertain about how she felt toward her fellow classmates. The moment she had returned to the castle after the first task, her classmates everywhere were hailing her like they had Cedric when he had been chosen as champion The hostility everyone had been showing her vanished, with the exception of the Slytherins. Even Hermione, Ron, and Ginny seemed to warm up to her, but she had continued to ignore them.
Why you may ask?
Stubborn like her mother or so McGonagall had told her before. She felt it was her right for them to apologize to her first, before they even attempted to try a friendly conversation with her.
So she waited for a few days, hoping her ex-friends would come up to her and apologize after the first task, but they did not. Hermione did however, walk by her after transfiguration class and congratulated her on her victory, but nothing else was said.
Oddly enough, Rose didn't really care. She knew that should she make up with Hermione, Ginny and Ron, her old friends, she would have to eventually tell them about Harry Evans; her supposed boyfriend. No doubt they had been really curious as to late on whom this Harry Evans was and why she had never even mentioned him when she was spending time at the Burrow.
In retrospect, she thought, Fate was being rather fair to her right now. In the past, she had been dealt a bad hand but it looked like things were balancing out a bit. While she was still friendless and had no one at Hogwarts to talk to, she still had Harry, someone with whom she could share her feelings and someone who she knew she had feelings for.
In her mind, it was kind of a bit of a trade off.
While losing her friends, she had gained someone who she could trust with all of her heart, someone who she could depend on, and someone who had actually been in her shoes and knows how complicated her life was. The only thing she could not trust Harry with, was her true feelings for him. She was unsure if Harry would return her feelings, or if Harry felt that she was too young for him.
While Harry was mentally twenty two years old, but physically eighteen, Rose was a fourteen year old girl; someone who was still coming into her own, so to speak. Thanks to the potions that Harry had given her, she was a little more developed them those her age, as if she were possibly fifteen or sixteen already.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts about her growing figure and her love interest, Rose began to think about the other things that have been running around her life.
Cedric seemed to not only resent her for not accepting his apology after the first task, but for threatening to remove his special manly parts. Not only did he lose a lot of respect and face at Hogwarts when he failed to achieve his task, he was humiliated by the fact that the green eye girl who was a fourth year, had completed the task and was currently first place in the Tri-Wizard Tournament to boot. The looks he gave her these days were a mixture of anger and disgust. Sometimes they were even predatory, but Rose didn't quite care what Cedric held against her nowadays. She was too busy trying to sort out her feelings toward her classmates.
At one point, she was relieved and happy that all of her fellow classmates no longer showed hostility and distrust toward her, but at the same time she was angry at how quickly they had changed after the first task. That was when she started to believe that no one around her had never really treated her like a real friend. They all seemed to just want to get buddy-buddy with her because they either wanted to shag her or be friends with 'Rose Potter, The Girl Who Lived'.
She sighed again for the hundredth time that day.
"Thinkin' hard, Rosie?" Hagrid asked offering her a cup of tea in one of his bucket sized tea cups.
Rose nodded. Normally, she would bring this to Harry, but Harry was currently off to destroy the second to last horcrux, the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. He wouldn't really destroy the artifact, just the soul fragment of Voldemort inside of it.
"I'm confused Hagrid," she said softly. "I'm not sure who to trust anymore. The way all my classmates just changed their opinion on me instantly, really ticks me off. At once point, they're all calling me a show-off and a liar, the next, they are treating me like a queen. It's so frustrating." The red head said nearly in tears. She didn't bother to mention to Hagrid about how many of the Ravenclaws were begging her to teach them the spells she had used against the dragon. The shield she cast didn't technically exist, and the Ice Lance had been forgotten and forbidden thousands of years ago. Harry had discovered it while he was traveling through Cambodia and kept it a closely guarded secret…till he taught Rose. She was a bit confused, though, why Harry had not scolded her yet for casting spells that he had forbidden her to.
The huge half giant that was sitting across the table from the red head could only smile at her sadly. He knew perfectly what Rose meant since could remember the year he was framed for opening the Chamber of Secrets and many people who he called friends abandoned him. "I really don' know wha' ta say, Rosie. Th' only thing I can really tell yeh, is tha' I'm impressed an prou' to hear tha' you haven' broke down yet from th stress. I'm sure yer parents would have been prou' to see how strong yeh are. I heard abou' yer yellin' match with McGonagall and let me tell yeh, yeh left her right horrified and shocked fer hours on end after yer words."
Rose cringed at the memory of herself telling McGonagall off about how unfair she and the Hogwarts teachers were being. She had lost Gryffindor a hundred points and a recieved few detentions with Filch for her disrespect. Curse Filch and that trophy room anyway. How the hell does it get so dirty every few days and why did it have something to do with Fred and George Weasley?
"Anyhow, what's this abou' a boyfriend I hear? I remember seeing 'im in Hogsmeade with yeh."
Again, Rose winced. Lately, everyone seemed to be asking her about Harry. First it was her former friends, then her housemates who seemed crazy about him, then the girls from the other houses, and now Hagrid. Though she was sure Hagrid didn't have any kind of a crush…she hoped. Though Rose didn't voice it or didn't risk using legillimency, she had an awful feeling that Dumbledore had put Hagrid up to questioning her. Lately, she had noticed that all the portraits in the castle seemed extra attentive toward her and there was always teacher or a prefect nearby, as if waiting to catch her in the middle of a scheme.
"His name is Harry Evans and yes, he's really my boyfriend." Rose said simply. It would be best to go along with the existing story for now. She and Harry could sort things out later.
Hagrid chuckled. "No kiddin', I saw you kissin' 'im on the lips after the firs' task. If I hadn' seen it myself, I'd say yer fellow classmates are quite jealous of yeh."
Rose giggled at how true that was. The kiss she had given Harry absentmindedly at the first task told everyone that he was hands off and taken off the market. "Yeah, Parvati and Lavender have been bugging me daily about him. It's not just them either. It's the older sixth and seventh years, too. They're all asking me how I was able to catch such a handsome person."
Hagrid didn't look like he wanted to talk about boys and handsome teenagers, but he had a determined look on his face, as if he were doing someone a difficult favor. Lord knows Hagrid would do anything for Dumbledore. "Speaking of that, how did you meet him and how old is he?"
Rose cocked her head to the side, her suspicions confirmed. Time to pop the balloon. "Did Dumbledore ask you to ask me this Hagrid?" She said innocently and if she had to admit out loud, a bit too bluntly.
Hagrid began to visibly sweat. "Err…course not," He said not doing a good job lying. "I was jus'…curious."
Rose raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Hagrid had actually managed to lie to her straight in the face and looking her in the eye. She wasn't the only person who had been training lately. Time to lay it on thick. She thought for a second, recalling the story Harry had given her to tell people who were a bit too insistent. Now that Rose thought about it, she was sure that Harry knew this was coming.
"Well, Harry's a good old child hood friend of mine back from Surrey. He's seventeen-years-old, and he was home schooled. I doubt the Ministry has any records about him. I forgot his place of birth, I remember he told me once, but I forgot. Anyway, he and his family never stayed anywhere for long. Harry was raised in many places, including Surrey when I met him." The red head said, lying so perfectly that she understood why the Sorting hat wanted to put her in Slytherin.
"How did yeh meet 'im?" Hagrid said anxiously. Relief was written all over his face.
Rose inwardly rolled her eyes at how discreet Hagrid was when it came to gathering information. "When we were kids," She said smiling slightly. "When I was getting picked on by my cousin and a bunch of her friends, Harry came and rescued me. That's all you need to know Hagrid." She said looking sharply at Hagrid as if to say, 'don't ask anything else'.
"But… how did you two wind up boyfrien' and girlfrien'?" He said testing the red head.
Rose's eyebrows rose sharply at the bravery that Hagrid was showing. Time for more story.
"I've always had a crush on Harry since we were kids, because to me, he was my knight and shining armor," Rose said glad that Harry wasn't in listening range. It would be so embarrassing if he heard her now! "Before I went to the Weasleys this past summer, I met up with Harry again and we discovered we were both magical. And let me tell you, he was quite surprised that I was The Girl Who Lived, he had always thought my name was Rose Dursley." She said shivering for effect.
Rose hated to lie to the half giant, but Harry had insisted that should anyone ask about him, she was to use any story she deemed good. She made sure to run it by Harry to make sure there were no holes that anyone could pick up on, and she and Harry had agreed on a childhood friend tale.
"Before we knew it, we were going on a few dates and things went on from there," said Rose hoping that Hagrid wouldn't ask her more questions.
She wasn't exactly surprised when Hagrid questioned her again.
"Why didn' you tell Hermione and Ginny any o' this? I heard from a few of yer classmates tha' not even Hermione and Ginny knew that you were datin' with this Harry feller."
Rose shrugged, a bit suspicious as to how this conversation was going.
"I was going to tell them, but the Quidditch World Cup and the Tri-Wizard Tournament popped up. When I became Champion, it just slipped my mind," She said lamely. Luckily for her, Hagrid fell for it.
"Anyhow, I've got to go now Professor Hagrid," teased Rose. "It's been nice talking to you again."
Hagrid patted her shoulder fondly, and nearly bowled her over. "It's good ter know tha' yer still visitin' me. Hermione, Ginny, and Ron haven' visited me since you were all together as friends. I only see 'em durin' lessons now."
Rose couldn't exactly blame them. Hagrid had just introduced them to the Blasted Ended Skrewts and she didn't fancy getting near them during Care of Magical Creatures. Also, she didn't mention, the only reason she came down to visit Hagrid, was because of Hermione staring her campaign for house elf freedom and she did not want to be asked to join. She mentally thanked her possible future boyfriend for the heads up.
"Later, Hagrid," Bidding her first friend in the Magical World goodbye, she went straight back toward the Hogwarts castle.
On the way to the Gryffindor Tower, Rose bumped into her former friends who seemed excited about something. When the three of them saw her, they froze in mid-step and stared at her. Seeing her former friends cease walking and staring at her, Rose stopped walking as well.
"Hi Rose," The first person to speak was Hermione.
Rose nodded her head in greeting. "Hello Hermione," She replied back politely.
"How's it going?" A hesitant Ginny asked.
Rose shrugged. She was wondering what Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were doing hanging together. Last she heard, they had gotten into a huge row about something and they weren't talking to each other. "Not bad, just came back from visiting Hagrid. I haven't been able to talk to him in a while what with the tournament around the corner."
She noticed briefly that all three of her former friends looked guilty at the mention of the half giant. Most likely, they felt bad for not visiting him in a while. "Anyhow, I've got to go now, later," Rose said turning her back to them and walking off before they could say another word. She didn't notice the forlorn look on Hermione's face, but she did notice the look on Ron's. When she rounded the corner away from the eyes of her ex-friends, Rose shivered in disgust. Ron had been leering at her the way he looked at Fleur Delacour these days.
Ever since she had finished taking those health modification potions and started exercising, she started to attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex. Though she tried her best to not wear anything too revealing, short, or tight, they were still staring at her like a band of hungry wolves. She hated the way guys looked like her. As much as Parvati and Lavender may like guys ogling them, she really wasn't that type of girl.
"The only person I want to stare at me is Harry." The she said with a slight flush to her cheeks. She didn't mind if Harry looked at her like that.
"Excalibur," said the red head, when she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Entering the Gryffindor Common room, Rose was about to go up to the girl's dormitory, but one of the Gryffindor prefects stopped her.
"Rose, the Headmaster wishes to see you. The password is pumpkin pasty," The female prefect said seriously.
With a sigh, Rose turned around and headed back out of the Gryffindor common room. On the way out of the portrait, she saw her former friends again approaching. They were chatting amongst each other, and didn't even notice that she was walking toward them.
"I'm telling you Hermione, the House-Elves don't want their freedom! They're happy as they are. Why do you insist that they need to be free?" Ginny said heatedly to the bushy haired girl.
Speaking of house elves, Harry had asked her if she would ask Dobby if he wanted to work for him. Dobby had accepted when she informed him that he would also be serving her; The Great Girl Who Lived and the one who had freed him. However, in return for doing that, Dobby had requested her if they could take Winky as well. So now, both elves had proclaimed her as their mistress and Harry as their master.
It was quite a shock for the little elf when he found out who Harry really was. He had fainted right away and the thought of it still sent Rose into a fit of giggles.
"How can you and Ron be so cold? They're being treated like slaves Ginny! Do you understand? I can't believe Dumbledore would keep slaves at Hogwarts!" Hermione snapped, glaring at Ron who was no longer paying attention to her.
"Hi Rose," Ron said no longer paying attention to Hermione, instead staring at the red head. He began to ogle her, much to Hermione's disgust.
Rose inclined her head in greeting and continued to walk right past them. Taking a turn, the last thing she heard before she headed up the stairway, was Hermione talking in a sad voice.
"She's so distant nowadays."
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Rose opened the door to Dumbledore's office and strode in before being invited. She held no respect for the man anymore, and didn't feel like he deserved it anyway. She plopped down heavily in one of the cushy chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk and looked up at him with impatience.
"Greetings Ms. Potter, how are you this fine evening?" Dumbledore said in greeting. If he was offended by Rose's rude entry, he didn't show it.
Rose shrugged nonchalantly in response. "I was doing fine until you called me to your office," she snapped, not bothering to hide her hostility toward the old man.
Dumbledore didn't as much as flinch at her words. Though Dumbledore did not reprimand her, the portraits in the office shook their heads in disbelief and began to mutter amongst themselves.
"Would you like a lemon drop Rose?" asked Dumbledore.
"No sir," She said curtly. "Can we get to why I was called here? Please, no mind games. I'm a busy girl and I'm really not in the mood for trick questions."
Again, Dumbledore showed no change in his emotion other than the twinkles in his eyes dimming slightly. "Rose-" Dumbledore started, but she interrupted him.
"Call me Ms. Potter sir, only my friends can call me by my first name."
"Very well Ms. Potter," Dumbledore said, the twinkles in his eyes disappearing completely. "I wanted to question you on your attitude lately. Why have you shown such hostility towards me and your fellow teachers?"
Rose narrowed her dangerously. "That's really none of your business, sir," She said icily. "We are here for school related subjects, aren't we?"
"On the contrary Rose," Dumbledore began, but Rose interrupted him again.
"Ms. Potter," The red head corrected.
"My apologies Ms. Potter," Dumbledore said looking a bit uncertain. "Ms. Potter, what I mean to say is; it really is my business as it is related to school. You showed us all a powerful display of magical ability during the first task, you have been showing hostility against your teachers as of late, you've seemed to snap at your friends a lot, and if I may say so myself, I am curious as to what is going on with you Rose. I am only trying to look out for you."
Rose's eye began to twitch at how the headmaster seemed to be forgetting to call her Ms. Potter on purpose. She knew he was trying to get her angry so she would make a mistake and something she had been keeping secret. "First off Headmaster, I said it before, I will say it again. It's Ms. Potter and you may not call me Rose. Only my friends are allowed to call me by my first name, and there really aren't a lot of people on my friend list right now." Rose's voice was monotone and her face an emotionless mask as she invoked her occlumency training. "As to what I did during the first task; I recall you telling me that I would become more powerful as I grew up. Were you lying to me, Headmaster?"
"No Rose, I did not mean it like that. What I meant was…"
"Again," Rose interrupted calmly. Harry's cold personality had really been rubbing off on her as of late. "It's Ms. Potter. And to address your second point, the reason I am showing 'slight' hostility against my mentors is because they are being unfair and they allowed other students to tease me and insult me."
"I apologize, but your teachers…"
"Are not doing their jobs," Rose said finishing his sentence for him.
Dumbledore had begun to get annoyed. One of his most important and favorite students was interrupting was showing him no respect. If only he could use legillimency, he could quicklyfind the answers he was looking for.
"About me snapping at my friends, I have no friends. I began to realize that no one really did care about me, instead they only wanted to buddy up with the girl who lived."
"That's not true Ms. Potter," Dumbledore said hastily interring her. "Plenty of people care about you. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley care about you very much as you are a daughter to them. Though you may not know it, your former friends miss you and they really do care about you deeply."
"Friends, Headmaster," hissed Rose angrily. "Don't betray their friends or their trust. I am beginning to realize that the wizarding world is really not worth it. Yes, learning and studying about magic is fun, but having to put up with people whispering and pointing at you behind your back can get frustrating. How am I supposed to enjoy my childhood when I have to put up with dangers every year at Hogwarts, relatives who hate me, and people who I cannot even trust?"
Dumbledore was speechless. Rose Potter had a big point. Before he could even say anything, Rose spoke again. "I'm leaving your office Professor, whether you are dismissing me or not. You are my teacher, not my guardian. You have no right whatsoever to demand answers out of me. So stay out of my life," Rose said turning to leave.
Before she could even touch the door handle, Dumbledore spoke, but this time, he didn't speak in his kind or calm voice, but in a slight angry voice. "You will sit down Ms. Potter, we are not talking yet."
Rose shivered slightly at the anger in Dumbledore's voice, but she didn't want to show any weakness. "I Rose Lily Potter, the last descendant and true Heir of the Gryffindor line… Command's you to open this door!" Immediately the door opened for her.
Dumbledore was gobsmacked. He had his suspicions that the Potter line was descended from the Gryffindor line, but had no proof until Rose had pulled the sword from the sorting hat two years ago. Even then, the full proof was before him now. Only the Headmaster and a descendant of a founder could command the castle. Still, he had an obligation and said obligation was leaving his office now. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Ms. Potter, sit down. I will not repeat myself!" He thundered out, not knowing why he was losing control. He had yet to talk about the mysterious Harry Evans that had appeared in the girl's life.
Rose turned around with a dark look on her face. "Our conversation is over Headmaster. You are asking questions that aren't any of your business. I will be taking my family heirloom by the way." She said. She flicked her wand at the glass cabinet encasing the sword of Gryffindor. The glass vanished and the sword floated serenely into Rose's outstretched hand. "By the way; taking twenty points away from me like that? It just proves my point about how unfairly you command and control this school."
"I… I…" Dumbledore was truly speechless for the first time.
"Have a good evening, Headmaster," said Rose, turning and leaving with the Sword of Gryffindor hid in her robes.
"You are walking a dangerous path like Tom Riddle, Rose," Dumbledore said in a last ditch effort to keep the girl in his office. Rose halted just outside the door. Not even turning around, Rose spoke in a dangerous voice that sent shivers down Dumbledore's spine.
"I told you before Headmaster, it's Ms. Potter. As for the path I'm walking on, it's the path that I chose, not you. Didn't you say it is the path we choose which makes us who we are? You seem to be forgetting that. You allowed Tom Riddle to walk the path of darkness and you are just repeating the same mistake over by leaving me at a place I hated like him, keeping secrets from me, and claiming that I am too young to know things. You made the mistake of turning Tom Riddle into Voldemort, not himself. You could have stopped him from turning dark, but foolishly believed in some belief that he would one day repent for his crimes."
Taking a small breath, Rose spoke again, this time, her voice was so cold, the temperature in the room began to get colder and Fawkes released a small pitiful trill.
"I will never walked the path that Tom Riddle went down and don't you dare think you are doing what is best for me for my parents sake," She said, whirling around to face the old man. Her face was furious and her eyes were full of tears. "I know that Snape was the one who lead my parents to their deaths and you hired him to be a Potions master, believing that he had truly repented! You kept that a secret from me and you are a god damned fool for doing it! I know the future, and I know he will kill you! So don't lecture me about things you don't fucking even understand you old bastard! You were equally responsible for my parent's death and hiding their true will from everyone! My parents never did want me sent to the Dursleys, but you sent me there anyway! So don't you dare go telling me I'm walking the same path as that bastard Voldemort when you are the reason why he walked that path in the first place!" She screamed at him.
Without another word, she ran out the Headmaster's office in tears, leaving a shocked and shaken Dumbledore behind.
"How could she had known that I… no… what did she mean by she knew the future?" Dumbledore said to himself hoarsely. Though he wouldn't have admitted it, Rose Potter's words hurt him deeply.
"Headmaster," The portrait of Godric Gryffindor, who hadn't spoke in a decade, said. "If what my descendant saying is true about you hiding my great grandchildren's will, you had better leave her alone or I will make sure you will not have much authority in Hogwarts then you are supposed to have."
The other three founders, who were portrait next to him, nodded in agreement. Salazar Slytherin, who was known to not speak in possibly three decades, spoke in a cold, dark voice. "You are playing a dangerous game Albus Dumbledore. The girl is well informed and she knows the truth. It is best if you start telling her whole truths and no longer half truths if you want to keep her trust and prevent her from walking a dark path like Tom Riddle. She may not be my blood heir, but she is my last true living magical heir. I will make your life a living hell if you try to interfere with hers."
Dumbledore said nothing but sat down on his seat exhaustedly. What Rose Potter had said to him disturbed him greatly, especially her comment about how she saw his future and seeing him die in the hands of Severus Snape. The fact that the child knew that his Potions Master was the reason why the child lost her parents, made his heart ache. No one was supposed to know that Severus Snape was the reason why the Potters were targets and the person who heard half the prophecy, except for him and Severus Snape.
When he had taken Severus in as his Potions Master, he had truly believed that the man had repented, but seeing and hearing Rose Potter call him a fool for believing and trusting the former death eater, stricken his heart. Did Rose know what the prophecy said and how did she know that Snape was indirectly responsible for the death of James and Lily Potter?
The looks that the Founders and the past Headmasters and Mistresses were giving him suddenly made him feel slightly unwelcome in his very own office.
And underneath it all, Albus knew that this Harry Evans had everything to do with the changes in young Rose Potter.
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Rose slammed the door to the Room of Requirement hard and required a comfy couch. She flopped down heavily on it and Rose began to curse herself for losing her cool. How could she have been so dumb to tell Dumbledore about the things that she wasn't even supposed to know about?
The only people who were supposed to know that Severus Snape was the real reason why she had no parents were Snape and Dumbledore. She had almost jeopardized her and Harry's mission in defeating Voldemort because she couldn't control her emotions.
"I wish Harry was in Britain. I can't seem to concentrate without being able to talk to him." Rose lamented to herself, not caring that sometimes she couldn't think straight when Harry was near her anyway.
While Harry was in Germany, in search for the diadem of Ravenclaw, she was unable to contact him because the distance was so far that she would have depleted her magic should she try using her mind link. Once he destroyed the piece of Voldemort's soul in the diadem of Ravenclaw, he would then move on to the ring of Gaunt that Harry had discovered that Dumbledore had yet to even know about. By all appearances, that meant he would be gone for a few days and Rose was left alone and unwilling to talk to anyone else for that period of time.
Rose sighed heavily and forlornly. "I miss him," She said wanting her heart to stop thumping in pain. If it hadn't been Harry, she would have long since broken down and gone insane during the weeks after she had been chosen as champion.
She curled on the soft cushion and wished she had a cup of cocoa, and a small end table appeared with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Rose took a grateful sip from the mug. "Thank you," Rose said to the room. She could almost feel the castle welcoming her.
Strange…Shrugging it off, she asked the Room of Requirement to provide her some reading material, namely the Witch Weekly magazine. The current issue appeared on the end table and Rose picked it up. What she saw on the front cover made her nearly spill her drink.
There was a picture of her looking scrawny and weak a few months ago, trying to hide in her voluminous robes, and a picture of her from now, looking extremely healthy and sexy at the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
Rose Lily Potter: Just how does she do it?
By: Lilith Cervantes
Rose Lily Potter, 14-year-old, The Girl Who Lived has grown into a beautiful young woman! Not wanting to sound mean or cruel, but the mysterious fourth champion of the Tri-Wizard is no longer considered small and puny!
Though we are not sure how young Rose Potter has grown from a scrawny little girl into a beautiful normal 14-year-old girl, we are amazed at the changes.
Just how did she do it?
Many of us girls working at Witch Weekly are dying to know her secret!
Parvati Patil, a pretty 14-year-old girl and roommate of The Girl Who Lived quoted: "I don't know how she did it and she won't share it with us. Not wanting to badmouth my roommate or anything, but at the beginning of the year, she really didn't look all that at first, but after she was chosen as champion, she grew up and her curves seemed to grow up at such a pace, I'm jealous."
Just how does Rose Potter do it? How could she have developed her body so fast and make it look so lusciou, without making her face look old?
Another Hogwart's student, who shall remain nameless says, "Though I hate to admit it, I'm jealous of her pretty figure. She didn't even look like that at the beginning of year. She looked like skin and bone! I think she's using some illegal potions or possibly dark magic."
But there are no potions or normal cosmetic spells that can change one as much as Rose Potter has changed. Many of our top researchers claim that performing such a spell or using a potion is impossible without increasing one's entire physical appearance.
Another nameless student tells us they have seen young Ms. Potter wake up every morning and run laps around the lake to stay in shape.
One of our researchers claims that it is possible that young Ms. Potter is taking some kind of advanced nutrient potion, and by working out, her body is developing with the potion to give her a pretty figure.
Is that even possible? Can someone's body have really changed from a child's body into a desirable body in just a few months?
Stay tuned loyal readers. We will solve this mystery as quickly as possible. Maybe even have an interview with Ms. Potter herself.
For the second time that day, Rose lost her temper. She knew exactly who had taken the photos of her. "Ooh, when I see Colin Creevey again, I'm going to hex him from here to the moon! How dare that little bastard take my picture and give it to Witch Weekly," She remembered seeing Colin taking pictures of her and as much as she had tried to get him to stop, he wouldn't.
Ooh… he was going to pay!
She was disgusted and angry to see how people were still talking about her behind her back.
Turning the page, Rose's eyes bugged out when she noticed yet another picture. This time there was a picture of her running up to Harry and kissing him after the first task. The two of them looked like they were madly in love since they didn't let go of each other for a while, she had to admit as the pictures were moving and both of them did not let each other go while they were hugging.
Rose Lily Potter: Is she taken or not taken?
By: Lilith Cervantes
It seems that our little Rose is experiencing the joys of womanhood ladies and gentlemen. This picture, taken by Hogwarts student, Colin Creevey, has provided us with a picture of young Ms. Rose Potter kissing an extremely handsome young man after the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
We apologize ladies and gentlemen that we do not have much information on this young man who we can only identify as a hot and sexy teenager. The only thing we can tell you folks is that he calls himself Harry Evans and he currently lives in Hogsmeade.
Just how did Rose Potter meet with this young Harry Evans and is their relationship a romantic one or just a friendship relationship?
Word around Hogwarts claims that he is Rose Potter's boyfriend and that he and Rose has gone quite…
Rose couldn't read any more and threw the magazine on the ground before stomping on it viciously. "When Harry gets back, I'm going to pull a huge lawsuit on those nosy bastards. How dare they try to interfere with my private life?" She snarled out loud.
First thing's first, tomorrow, she was going to have a long talk with Colin Creevey. "I wonder how Harry is going to take this." Rose said out loud. She knew Harry was going to be mad . He was trying to avoid being put on the Daily Prophet and that idiot Colin had managed to hook a picture of the two of them together.
She prayed Harry wouldn't kill Colin before she did…
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"Ms. Patil! Ms. Brown! Please leave Ms. Potter alone!" McGonagall barked at the two gossiping children at the back of the class.
Rose sighed in relief and glanced gratefully at the transfiguration teacher. Ever since that article in Witch Weekly had come out about her using some weird kind of potion or spell to make her look like what she was now, she had been approached by girls all over Hogwarts, including some that she did not know. People were offering her money, gifts, and many other things if she would give them some information on what she was using to make her look as gorgeous as she was now.
Oddly enough, even Cedric and Malfoy had approached her and asked her if what she was using would work on men.
She pointedly ignored them all. After all, they had treated her like dirt before the task. Why should she treat them any differently?
Cedric backed off silently, not wanting to lose his privates, but Malfoy couldn't leave without a few parting jibes. Rose responded with a few well placed hexes. A detention was worth putting Malfoy in the hospital wing.
But Malfoy hadn't learned a thing. Almost immediately after being discharged from Madam Pomfrey's care, he verbally attacked her again, this time insulting her parents. Rose hit him with an incarcerous and used a permanent sticking charm to hang him from the ceiling. He missed a whole day of class as teachers had tried their best to take him down. In the end, McGonagall had 'politely' asked her to release the spell. Since Malfoy was the instigator, she received no punishment except for some subtracted points, because she had used her wand against him.
After the yelling match she gave McGonagall, the teachers have been extra nice to her lately. It was like the whole school had turned a 180 after the first task.
"Now that Ms. Brown and Patil are giving me their full attention," The Deputy Headmistress said sending a glare to the two girls who blushed in embarrassment. "I have something important to say to you all."
Everyone gave the Transfiguration teacher their most utmost attention.
"This year at Hogwarts we will be holding a Yule Ball," she paused to let the giggling from the girls and the groaning from the boys die down. "The Yule Ball is a traditional part of the Tri-Wizard Tournament that gives us the opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now the ball will only be open to fourth years and above. Although you may invite a younger student if you wish…"
Rose was annoyed that Lavender and Parvati were still giggling. Just what was so funny and interesting about a Ball anyway?
"Dress robes will be worn," Professor McGonagall said not even paying attention to them, "and the ball will start at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then…"
This time, McGonagall took the moment to stare deliberately around the class.
"The Yule Ball is of course, a chance for us all to… err… let our hair down," she said, in a disapproving voice.
Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes as both Lavender and Parvati giggled harder then ever. She knew why they were laughing and she found it immature that they were laughing about it.
Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.
"But that does NOT mean," Professor McGonagall went on, glaring at the giggling girls, "That we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way."
This time, the Deputy Headmistress turned her gaze to Rose, knowing full well that she was most likely to raise hell with her latest attitude and angry temper problem.
Rose was tempted to say, "Why are you looking at me for?" but had desisted. It would be a dumb question that anyone could answer. She knew she had a temper problem and she heard from Hagrid that she had inherited it from her mother.
The bell rang and there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders.
Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Ms. Potter, a word, if you please."
Making sure she had everything in her shoulder pack, Rose began walking toward the Transfiguration teacher who immediately began to speak.
"Ms. Potter, as a Champion, you and your partner…"
"I know Professor. I know that I am required to have a partner for the dance. As a Champion, I must go, correct?"
The Transfiguration teacher blinked.
"I read about the Tri-Wizard Tournament in Hogwarts, A History." She said answering the old woman's unasked question.
The old woman nodded at this, not surprised that her student knew. She had been showing a higher understanding in magic as of late. It would not surprise her if young Rose had begun studying and reading everything she could get her hands on.
"Well, if you understand, know that you will be unable to return to the Dursleys for Christmas break and…"
While the Transfiguration was nagging away, Rose couldn't help but give the old woman a look of disbelief. Go back to the Dursleys for Christmas break? Hah! That would be the day she proclaimed herself as Voldemort's daughter.
"Professor," said Rose, when the Transfiguration teacher had asked her if she had any questions. "Will it be okay for me if I stay in Hogsmeade for Christmas break? I'll return to the castle and of course, I will be present for the Yule Ball, I promise."
The Head of Gryffindor raised an eyebrow at this. "What would you want to stay in Hogsmeade for child?"
Brushing off the child comment, Rose spoke in a serious voice. "I need some privacy. As you can tell, I'm not a social person at Hogwarts these days," She said, not hiding the fact that she had been indeed an anti-social witch the past few weeks. "A lot of people tend to annoy me because of my fame and reputation, so I was wondering if it was possible for me to stay in Hogsmeade, where I can find peace and quiet during vacation break."
By the time that Rose had finished talking, McGonagall's lips had thinned out into a straight line, meaning she disapproved of this very much.
"And just where are you planning to stay in Hogsmeade? The Three Broomsticks is quite expensive during Christmas time."
Rose blinked.
"Well… I was going to stay at one of the homes my parents left for me in their will. I want to see if I can find anything about them. I was never told much and I was planning on taking the time to find anything about my parents." Rose lied, thankful for her occlumency. She really wanted to stay at Harry's place in Hogsmeade for a while.
McGonagall's eyes softened at the mention of the girl's parents.
"I will talk to the Headmaster about this. If it was up to me Ms. Potter, I would give you permission, but sadly, I do not have permission."
Rose nodded to the Transfiguration teacher. "Thank you Professor." She said in a thankful voice.
Before she could even leave, the teacher's voice had spoken again.
"Ms. Potter, I must ask you to refrain from threatening Mr. Creevey next time. He really means no harm and I'm pretty sure he would not even dare attempt to do something foolish again."
Rose was thankful McGonagall couldn't see her roll her eyes. A few days ago, the first thing she had done to Colin Creevey when she found out about the article photo he sold to Witch Weekly, was drag him out of his dormitory and threaten to chop off his manhood should he ever sell a picture of her again. Should she even find out he took another picture of her and sell it to anybody, even would be wishing he was facing the Hungarian Horntail instead of a certain red head.
"I can't guarantee his survival." Rose responded back while leaving. "But I'll try."