Chapter 4:
Harry and Rose sat on their new bed staring at a picture that Sirius had given them. The picture was amazing in two ways. One way was that it moved around, like a short movie. The second and most valuable way that in was amazing was that it was a picture of themselves when they were babies being held by their parents. It made them happy to know that they were actually loved and that their parents weren't like their Aunt and Uncle in any way. Sirius had even told them what their parents were like when they were little and how they all grew up together. Rose and Harry could only hope that they could be just like them.
Sirius also explained to them why and how they had died. Apparently they were betrayed by one of their father's friends, Peter Pettigrew. And Sirius was blamed for the whole thing.
A man named Voldemort had killed them. He had been a very powerful dark wizard, but died the same night that he had tried to kill them. Nobody really knows what happened to him. They only know that nobody had seen him since that day.
"Our parents did love us Harry." Rose hugged the picture.
He could hear the happiness in her voice and it made him smile. "Yeah." They stared at the picture in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
"Harry, Rose!" Both of them jumped at the sound of their names. At first they were disorientated, since it was their first night in their godfather's home at 12 Grimmauld Place. The building was covered in what Sirius said was a Fidelius Charm, that only allowed certain people to be able to locate it. It provided their godfather a safe place to hide away, seeing as how he was now a falsely accused fugitive. "Come down for breakfast."
The smells of bacon and eggs wafted up the stairs making their mouths water. Never before had breakfast ever been made for them. They hurried to get dressed in some of the clothes that Remus had bought for them using the money that their parents had left to them. Not only had their parents loved them, but apparently they were rich as well.
It felt sort of odd to be wearing clothes that actually fit them, and even more odd when they looked in a mirror to see just how skinny they both were. It was sort of sad in a way, but the two of them paid it no attention and just smiled at the change.
When they were finally ready they ran out the door. Harry was the first one out and without noticing tripped over what looked to Rose like some sort of garden gnome. Harry tumbled down the stairs along with the small creature and Rose ran down after them. "HARRY!"
Sirius and Remus came running out of the dining room to see what the fuss was all about. "Are you ok Harry?" Sirius helped the dizzy boy to his feet, realizing what had caused his tumble. "Kreacher." He growled and kicked the elf. The creature mumbled a few things under his breathe and left the room in a huff.
"What was that?" Harry asked as he found his glasses.
"That is Kreacher. He is the family house elf." Sirius explained. "A servant of sorts. He is bound to the Black family, so he must do anything I ask of him."
"He gives me the creeps." Rose said.
"Yes, well, enough of that. Let us eat before you have to leave." Remus showed them to the dining room where their breakfast was waiting. They ate their food happily. Like the four of them were an actual family. They discussed a lot of things, like what school would be like, and how they looked forward to making new friends...they had never had any real friends and it was exciting to imagine such things. Everything seemed so surreal, that they wondered if they were dreaming.
"Unfortunately, Sirius will not be able to accompany you to Diagon Alley." Remus stated as Sirius sulked.
"Diagon Alley?" Harry and Rose said simultaniously.
"It is the place where you will be buying your school supplies." Lupin explained.
"So are you taking us then?" Rose asked.
"Actually I have other matters to attend, but we have called for an escort. He should be here any minute." As soon as he said the words a knock was heard on the door. "Ah, speak of the devil." Lupin opened the front door to reveal a very tall man with
"Sorry I'm late." The giant man said in a strange accent. "Had ta feed the thestrals."
"Thestrals?" Harry and Rose asked.
"Harry, Rose. This is Rubeus Hagrid. He is the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." They took in his proud expression through the thick hair and beard that covered his face. "He is also one of the people who saved you from the house from which your parents were killed and brought you to the safety of Private Drive."
"Hi." They said nervously.
"Tha's enough about me. We should be headed to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said matter-of-factly, but he couldn't hide the red that shone brightly on his cheeks at the embarrassment he felt. Hagrid was not used to being talked up.
After a very uncomfortable ride in a flying motorcycle they finally arrived at Diagon Alley. Another place that was hidden from Muggle's, or nonmagical people's, eyes. "Sorry, bout the ride. Last time I road with ya, you were a lil guy. And I only had Harry."
"Then where was Rose?" Harry asked.
"Minerva McGonagall, was takin care o Rose." Hagrid winked. "She will be one o yer Professors. She is also the..."
"Deputy Headmistress." Rose stated smartly. "It said so on our acceptance letters."
"Right you are, Rose." Hagrid smiled giving her a pat on the back.
The two children looked around with curious expressions. They had never seen a place quite like this. Mostly because everyone they passed was wearing some sort of witches or wizards outfit. But even so, the two felt like this is where they should be. They belonged in this world. It warmed their hearts to no end. They were wizards.
"Now, wha's the first thing on yer list?" Hagrid asked as he led the way down the street.
"Looks like we need robes." Rose said.
"Right, to Madam Malkins then." Rose and Harry followed studiously to the robe store. The day went on rather slowly as they tried to find every excuse to look around. Hagrid didn't seem to mind though as he watched their faces light up with every new discovery. They finally found their way in front of a place called Quality Quidditch Supplies. They were watching as the store keeper was setting up a display in the window, and Harry's heart skipped a beat when he realized what it was. It was a broom...meant for flying. What he would give for such a thing. He glanced down at his list and frowned when it read that the first years were not allowed their own brooms. Harry then noticed that the area they were standing in was starting to get very crowded.
"IT'S THE NIMBUS 2000!" Someone yelled. Even more people began to push their way through the crowd and that is when Harry and Rose got separated.
"Rose!" It was no use yelling though, as the crowd grew even louder.
"Ow." Rose complained as she was pushed to the ground.
"A-a-are you alright y-y-young one?" Rose looked up to see a man wearing a turban and black robes.
"I'm fine." She explained as she stood up. "I just lost my brother in the crowd is all. I'm sure Hagrid will find him."
"Do y-y-you need any asistance?" He asked.
"Wait who are you again?"
"S-s-sorry I am on of y-your Professors, Quirrel." He held out a gloved hand. Rose took his hand with a smile, but when her hand made contact with his, the 'V' shaped scar on her left temple began to burn. She started curling in on herself and brought her other hand up to the scar. "A-a-are you well?" Quirrel looked around him worriedly and started leading Rose into the closest store, which happened to be a cafe. As soon as Rose was seated the burning in her scar minimized to a dull throbbing. She realized that several people were staring at her and wondered just how big of a commotion she had just made. Then she saw the person behind the counter staring as well and walking towards them. She was going to get herself thrown out and she didn't even know what she did.
"A-are you better?" Rose couldn't really think, the throbbing and the man coming towards them was distracting her.
"But this could not be the-girl-who-lived?" The man finally reached their table. "The daughter of the great Lilly and James Potter."
"Y-y-you are R-r-rose Potter?" Quirrel's is widened and then he smiled, but it was an odd sort of smile. A smile that didn't really mean kindness, but that he found it interesting.
"Yes, my name is Rose Potter." She said trying to get a grip on throbbing. "And I have a right bad headache at the moment." She said a little annoyed.
"Oh, let me get you some butterbeer then Miss Potter." He bowed. "It would be an honor to help you out."
"I c-can't believe I d-didn't see it before." Quirrel said more to himself then anyone. "The green eyes, the black hair. You look just like your mother to." Rose vaguely noted that he had stopped stuttering. Maybe it only stopped when he was excited. She tried to stand up, she needed to find a restroom. A hand shot out and grabbed her wrist and the blinding pain returned to her temple. She sat back down and when she opened her eyes the only thing she saw was a golden watch and then nothing.
"Hey look there's Rose." Harry ran into the cafe. She was sitting there with a man, talking wildly to her as she sipped some sort of drink from a wooden cup.
"Actually I have been living with my Muggle family, so I haven't really experienced anything like this before." Harry smiled at her and sat down catching the eye of the man.
"No..." The man was in shock. "You couldn't be Harry Potter."
Harry was definitely confused. "Yes, but how did you know that?"
"My boy, don't you know?" The man looked at him expectantly. "You and your sister here are famous in our world. You are the ones who lived. The only ones to servive the Dark Lords killing curse. The ones who bear the scars that are a symbol of the end of he-who-must-not-be-named's reign of darkness. You my dear boy are heroes."
"This is Nigel." Rose said awkwardly. "He owns this place."
"Right." Harry said slowly. "We should get going Rose, we still have to get our wands."
"You haven't picked your wands yet!" He practically yelled. "This is a monutmental event. Everyone should be present." Cheers rang out around the room as they followed the children out the doors. Rose and Harry looked very embarrassed as they followed Hagrid down the street to Ollivander's wand shop. It seemed like everyone in Diagon Alley had stopped to watch as they entered the store. The two of them tried to ignore the crowd gawking through the windows.
"Hello?" Harry said looking for the owner.
An old man peeked around a shelf behind the counter. "Ah, the Potter twins. I wondered when I would be seeing you." He searched around the shelves for a moment. "Hmmm, shall we start with the eldest." Ollivander handed Harry a short brown wand. Harry took the wand awkwardly and the crowd outside went completely silent, as if waiting for something to happen. "Well, give it a wave." Ollivander ordered.
Harry did as he was told and set the wand down quickly after a few shelves toppled over creating a giant mess on the floor. "Ah, I think not." The wand maker disappeared behind the shelves for a few moments before returning with a longer black wand. That, to, was discarded after a small explosion occurred. "No, no, definitely no." The old man choked out. "Hmmm, I wonder." Ollivander returned with another brown wand. He walked towards him slowly admiring the wand. "Eleven inches, holly, with a pheonix feather core..." He handed the wand carefully to Harry and the instant the handle touched his fingertips a red glow surrounded him, and a warm feeling radiated from his stomach. This was his wand.
"Curious, very curious." Rose and Harry looked at eachother in confusion.
"What's curious?" The said together.
"Well, you see, the core of that wand is a pheonix feather. A pheonix by the name of Fawkes. The bird of this feather gave another feather...just one other." Ollivander frowned. "It is curious that you, Harry, should be destined for this wand, when its brother gave you that scar."
"You mean the owner of the other wand is Voldemort?" The old wandmaker cringed at the name. "Sorry."
"Yes that is exactly what I am saying." He turned around to begin the hunt for his sister's wand. "I'm afraid I don't have another brother to his pheonix feather, Ms. Potter, but I'm sure there is something here for you."
Rose felt very dejected that he would think that just because they were twins, that they should need wands of the same core.
The first wand Rose was given made the ground shake uncontrollably sending the wand rolling across the floor, and a few people as well. "Sorry."
The second and third caused small fires to ignite on some paperwork on the old mans desk. Rose gave up apologizing since the wand maker didn't really seem to mind. He just looked thrilled at the challenge of finding the right one. Finally as the fourth wand was placed into her waiting hand the same glow engulfed her that had Harry, and the feeling of butterflies overwhelmed her. "Ah, ten and three quarters inch, holly, dragon heartstring." The crowd outside the window broke into a thunderous roar.
Harry and Rose laughed as their giddiness overwhelmed them and the raised their wands in the air crossing them together. As they touched sparks flew from the ends and an invisible force pushed them apart, sending the two kids stumbling away from eachother. "Whoa. I guess that wasn't such a good idea." Both children laughed again and turned to the window as they heard the sound of Hagrids voice.
Their eyebrows shot up as Hagrid stood there with two cages. One had a white owl and the other had a smaller black owl. "Happy Birthday Harry, Rose."
(-B Haha yeah I know, I need to update sooner. :P I hope you like this chapter none-the-less, cuz I practically rewrote it three times. XD I actually figured out somewhat of a storyline for it and planned some things out for the future stories. :D Please let me know what you think, cuz I don't want ppl getting bored on me. Plz Review and enjoy B-)