A/N: Hey guys! Here's chapter 2 I'm sorry that chapter one was a bit slow but I needed to set the foundations for the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I sure did enjoy writing it for you.

Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not J.K. Rowling, I'm just playing in her sand box. I don't own anything you recognize ;)

Chapter 2 – Home at Last

23 June, 1974

It's been almost six years since that day. Almost six years since I watched my father die at my mother's feet. The nightmares still swarm my mind. I could have gone to the Potter's that night They lived right across the street after all, but in my panic, in a nine year old's panic, I ran to the first person that came to my mind, to my grandmother. She had taken me in without a question, which I knew that she would in my subconsciousness but we had left almost a few days after. She had collected my things for me and then we had gone to America. That's where we have been living for the past six years, her working on a couple of jobs here and there, and me… well, I've been studying at Wizarding Intelligence for the Completely Capable Adolescent or for short W.I.C.C.A. I've never really had any friends - well, besides James, that is but I've been an outcast here at W.I.C.C.A, what with my strange "telepathic" powers, with my ability to know more than I should (that is without being a gossip) and the fact that I am several shades paler than all the other students, almost as if the sun has never touched my skin.

I looked up into the mirror. I had the same pale skin since I was a little girl, almost as white as the bone beneath the skin. My thick, wavy chestnut brown hair fell past my shoulders and reached my mid back. The fringe that laid across the right side of my face fell in my forest green eyes; Forest green eyes that would flash amber whenever I got too mad or I slipped into one of my "mood's". The girl in the mirror –Me, my mind whispered trying to remind me of who she was exactly – was beautiful, if you had a thing for the pale, mysterious kind of girl. But in my own mind, I wasn't beautiful. I just looked tired and alone, and haunted. No, I wasn't beautiful, not to myself at least but that didn't stop all the American boys to fall hard when they got a glimpse of me. Just because I wasn't beautiful to myself, it didn't mean that I was hated by every girl because of their vanity, their jealousy. Just like my mother, my mind whispered again but I pushed the thoughts away as I turned away from the mirror on my wardrobe door.

"Rose are you almost ready?" Grandma Adams called from downstairs and I let out a sigh. Yea I was ready. I had my bags packed, my room completely cleaned out and I had no friends to say goodbye to but was I ready to return to my true home? I wasn't quite sure.

"Yea, I'm ready" I replied with a bit more volume then I would have if she had been standing next to me. I pocketed my wand from the bedside table and grabbed my bags, carrying them down the stairs with me. I smiled softly as I watched my Grandma humming as she cooked us what she said was a "proper" breakfast. My Grandmother wasn't that old – barely fifty-one – and she looked incredibly young for her age but I couldn't bring myself to call her by her name. It just felt disrespectful towards the woman that raised me for the past six years, as if I was her own daughter.

"Morning Rose, we're going to go to the Ministry of Magic after we have breakfast. We will probably being floo-ing to the London Ministry of Magic." Lucinda said before continuing to hum softly to herself. Rose sat down at the table and waited for Grandma Adams to finish cooking.

After a breakfast consisting of eggs, sausages, bacon, toast and apple juice, Grandma Adams and Rose picked up their bags and apparated to the American Ministry of Magic, leaving their little home in Mississippi behind. The Ministry was bustling with business this morning and Rose looked around in humour and fascination as she had only been inside the Ministry once before and she was too burdened with grief to remember much about it. Both Grandmother and Grandchild made their way over to the front desk, where they were greeted warmly by the lady sitting behind it.

Rose wasn't paying attention to the conversation as Lucinda talked to the woman behind the desk. No, Rose's mind was on other things whilst she tried to push away all the thoughts that buzzed around inside of her head. Rose could hear anyone's thoughts if she concentrated hard enough. Touch usually helped her to be able to zone in on a particular person's thoughts, but touch also helped to reveal a lot more than a person's current thoughts. As that was the case Rose wore gloves where ever she went just in case; there was no need to subject one's self to the oddity that one was. As it was Rose could still hear the thoughts swarming around, they were more like a buzz than anything coherent but still it annoyed and distracted Rose from things that she should have been focusing on. It wasn't until Grandma Adams' hand fell down on Rose's shoulder that her mind returned to her and the buzz of incoherent thoughts evaporated from her mind.

"Come on Rose." Grandma Adam's gently pushed Rose in the right direction and Rose felt her hand fall from her shoulder when she was walking in the right direction. The thoughts didn't evade Rose again as now she had something to focus on but once Rose had nothing to focus on she knew that they would come swarming back to her. They made their way to the fireplaces in silence and they called out "London, Ministry of Magic" before they dropped the powder into the fire and disappearing from sight.

They had just left the London Ministry of Magic and were making their way to Belmont Street in Camden in the Muggle car that the Ministry had offered to them. It wasn't an extraordinary car. It only after all had to fit the two of them plus everything that they had brought from America with them. Still, it was only a fairly new Cadillac, just big enough to fit them and everything they had brought with them. Rose remembered the house with perfect clarity, almost as if she had never lived in America at all. She looked up into the sky down the road almost as if expecting the dark mark to still be there but it wasn't and that only showed the fact that she hadn't been on this quaint little road for all of her life.

When they had brought everything in, Grandma Adams turned to Rose and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm going to be heading out for a little while. Will you be alright here by yourself?" Grandma Adams asked Rose. Rose simply nodded her head and when she had found her voice said, "Yea, I'll be fine." With that, Lucinda kissed Rose on the top of her head and apparated to Hogsmeade. Rose took her things and started the menial task of unpacking her belongings. Little did she know what her Grandmother was up to.

Lucinda walked up the steep drive of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had arranged to meet with an old friend whom was now the headmaster of the school, Albus Dumbledore. They had gone to school together, they had known each other's secrets and they had trusted each other with everything. But after his mother's death he became distant and with his sister's death they had lost all contact with each other completely, though that was not due to the lack of Lucinda's efforts.

It wasn't long until Lucinda found herself outside of the Headmaster's office. "I need to see Albus Dumbledore, please," She said to the gargoyle. It swung open and Lucinda stepped onto the steps before it could start swivelling towards the door that waited at the top.

"Come in Lucy," Albus called from inside the room when the staircase stopped moving. Lucinda smiled at the nickname and walked into the room.

"How are you, Albus?" Lucinda asked genuinely curious as to how her old friend was.

"Better now that you're here," He teased the infuriating twinkle deep in his eyes. Lucinda only laughed and smiled in return. "And how are you, Lucy?" Albus asked, his concern for his friend marked deep into the lines of his face.

"Troubled. You heard of what my daughter did didn't you?" She asked her worries settling in the depths of her eyes.

"Yes I heard. I couldn't believe it that little Kayley could do such a tragic thing. How is her daughter?" Albus asked

"She's dealing, but I'm worried about her. It was Rosemarie that I came to talk to you about. She was meant to do her sixth year at W.I.C.C.A but I pulled her out. I thought that she would benefit greatly if she attended her sixth and seventh year here. Do you think it would be alright for her to do that?" Lucinda asked, slightly afraid that Albus would turn her granddaughter away. She relaxed when Albus smiled and the twinkle shone even brighter in his eyes.

"That would be wonderful. Yes, I quiet agree. You will, of course, have to send me her O.W.L results so that I know how she is coping with the work load. You will, also, have to send me the classes she wishes to enrol for," Albus replied, his eyes twinkling and his lips smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while.

"Albus there's something else that I wanted to discuss with you about." Lucinda said, her tones hushed as she continued. "There's something about Rose that is quite unique. She has great telepathic powers, Albus. She can hear people's thoughts when she's distracted. She can zone in on a single person's mind and communicate with them. With a touch of her hand, she can see every thought that a person has ever had. I don't know what to make of it. She wears gloves to try and keep her powers under control. She may insist on keeping them on, you need to make sure that the teachers allow for this exception. I dread to think of what could happen if anyone were to find out." Lucinda practically begged, but Albus only smiled and gave a gentle nod of his head.

"If she can perform magic at the same level as her peer's with them on than I will try to make sure that she is allowed that exception, but I can't promise anything." Albus replied.

"Oh thank you, Albus," Lucinda replied smiling happily now. The two old friends continued to catch up. They spoke with each other for hours on end.

Rose had fallen asleep after unpacking her things and making her bed. She woke up in the early twilight and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand sleepily. There was no noise down stairs and she knew that her grandmother hadn't returned. The sun had barely just set and Rose pulled on her favourite black leather jacket and decided to take a walk down to the park and the old 'Maraudy' Fort.

Rose stumbled upon the house before she could even think about what she was doing and she stared at it in horror. It had been burnt down and now there was hardly anything left of it. It appeared to be barely standing. Everything had a burnt, charcoal look to it. It was nothing but another black shape against the darkening sky. Rose could feel tidal waves of emotions crashing down on her, but she didn't cry. She couldn't cry. Her heart had hardened over the years and Rose knew more of tragedy than she knew of happiness. Tears were hard to come upon for Rose, and even now, as she looked upon the house of her nightmares, she didn't cry.

Rose instinctively reached up to the hallow at the base of her neck, as if she would find the wooden heart James had carved for her there, but of course, even as her fingers reached to touch it she knew that her fingers would only touch skin. The heart had been stolen from her and she had never found it again. Rose turned around to look at the Potter's house and wondered if he still lived there. Or had he moved?

But, of course, the school year had just ended and if James did indeed live there he wouldn't have been at his home in any case. He would be on his way home. Rose didn't bother going down to the old Fort. It was too cold and it was getting darker the longer she stood there. She turned away from her old home and from the Potter's house and started making her way back the way that she came.

Rose lay down on her bed, her arm covering her eyes. The memory of that night came flooding back to her mind. Rose fell asleep, the nightmares flooding her mind once more. She couldn't handle it any more She needed to forget. However, she had no way to forget - not that she even wanted to forget her father. She just wanted to forget that night and the horror that I brought with it.

Kayley awoke in surprise. She could feel Lewis sleeping beside her, his naked body radiating heat. Kayley could feel something else though; the connection between her and Rosemarie had just stirred. Kayley smiled softly as she laid her back down on Lewis's naked chest. Her daughter was back home, back here in London and she was positive of one thing in particular.

Rosemarie was going to receive a very - unwelcome surprise visit from her mother.

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