Chapter One;

The First Year- Part One

Rosie stared around at the platform in absolute bewilderment, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she struggled to swallow around the large lump in her throat.

Hogwarts…she was finally going to Hogwarts…

She couldn't stifle the excited laugh that bubbled from her mouth like melodic music as she gazed at the gleaming red train. She just...she couldn't believe it!

She'd always known there was something different about her but she could never put her foot on it. Of course that was until Professor McGonagall had arrived on her doorstep with her Hogwarts letter.

It'd be at least a month since Professor McGonagall had visited the farm and explained to her parents that their daughter, their only daughter, was gifted with magic. Rosie remembered the meeting like it had happened only minutes before.

Her heart had stopped, literally stopped, and her breath had caught when she'd opened the letter and read it.

"Th-there must be a mi-mistake..." Rosie had stuttered out as she met eyes with the stern looking woman. For the first time in her life, Rosie Hunter had felt genuine fear. Having heard about such an amazing, magical world she didn't want to return to her average, ordinary life where her supposed aspiration was to be a farmer's wife. She'd always wanted more with her life.

Sure, she could ride a horse as easily as breathing but she didn't want that to be the only achievement in her life.

When the stern lady had curtly explained that Albus Dumbledore did not do mistakes, Rosie burst into tears of unsuppressed joy, which her parents had mistook for tears of anguish. Professor McGonagall met Rosie's eyes as her father launched into how Rosie's dream was to be a farmer's wife and so on, and to her relief, Professor McGonagall looked like she was going to get Rosie to Hogwarts with or without her parents consent.

All eight of her older brothers had been envious of her at first, teasing her continuously and spooking her horse while she was riding it. It would have gotten to Rosie, well it did in all honesty, but she was not going to admit that. It would have gotten to her if she hadn't found her escape.

Whenever they'd spook her horse it would usually buck her off, flinging her to a possible injury, but instead of dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes, she floated gracefully as if an air current had embraced her and didn't want to witness her falling and possibly being hurt.

Honestly, Rosie believed her father and brother's were relieved that she was a witch, preferring that to the alternative. The two of her brothers that had accompanied them to the station had joked on the long car ride to Kings Cross that they'd assumed she was an alien and that their "real" sister had been swapped with her at birth. They probably wouldn't have been able to promise an alien to a farmer like livestock, she'd thought bitterly at the time.

Rosie had rolled her eyes and dug her elbow into the closest brother's ribs, sneaking a glance at her father to see if he'd noticed the quick maneuver.

He hadn't as he was busy chuckling to himself.

"We did have our suspicions when you turned the horses blue Rosie…"

She'd had to endure similar jibes all the way to the station, the small wicker cat basket on her lap wiggling slightly as her cat,Valkyrie, tried to get out. "If I'm trapped...so are you. For now at least." Rosie thought, as the patted the top of the basket guiltily.

Rosie's oldest brother, Nate, nudged her towards the train a big smile on his face as he ruffled her hair, earning him a murderous glare as she ducked away from his hand. He chuckled as he shoved his hands deeply in his pockets. "You better hurry on kiddo, you're already running late as it is."

She nodded but bit her lip softly and tried not to bolt towards the train without saying good bye. She was nearly free... nearly.

She was excited, very excited. She had the opportunity to do what no one else in her family had ever been able to do.

Learn magic.

Have a choice in the course of their future

It was just that she'd thought she would have had more time to say goodbye…it just felt so rushed. Sure, she was literally jumping up and down for joy at the fact that she was going to be off the farm, but she loved her family.

Her family pulled together into a bone crushing hug and Rosie felt the air being forced from her lungs as her family hugged her tighter.

"Now...don't forget to...t-to write..." Her mother burst into tears and her father pulled her close to him, resting his chin on her head as he soothingly rubbed her back. Rosie felt her stomach drop. Her mother was devastated to see her go and here she was counting down the seconds until she could run onto the train and not look back.

She dug her fingernails into her palms guiltily, trying not to give her mother exactly what she wanted, Rosie to beg to return home and forget all about her magic. As guilty as she felt, there was no way in hell she could forget about her magic.
Upon the suggestion of their father, Nate and Tom helped shove Rosie's trunk onto the train and gave her one last, tight hug. "Be good kiddo okay? We won't be there to protect you anymore."

Rosie slapped their arms and grinned brightly, feeling a rush of affection towards her two oldest brothers. "I can always put them in a headlock like Nate taught me. Or elbow them like Tom taught me."

Tom laughed and ruffled her hair before pushing her onto the train. As Rosie cast them one last look she caught a family four standing not to far away from where her family was.

The parents were giving her family disgusted glances and Rosie wrinkled her nose.

Rosie didn't really understand the direction of the looks so she hurried and claimed a seat in a compartment, placing Valkyrie's basket on the seat beside her as she looked out the window, not realizing she had a perfect view of the odd family.

The older of the two children had long shaggy hair and a slightly pale complexion but his grin made his facial features friendly and open. His mother whispered some harsh words to him before his father brutally shoved the boy into the train. As he was shoved onto the train the boy caught her eyes and his widened slightly.

Rosie broke eye contact and pushed her dark auburn hair out of her eyes, leaning back against the seat as she felt the train give a small lurch as it started forward. Her heart leapt with excitement and she beamed.

The train was truly on its way and Rosie was in the compartment alone. Being alone suited her, it gave her time to get the whirlwind inside of her that she called emotions under control. A few minutes into the long journey she'd let her cat out of the basket. Valkyrie was now stretched out across the seat sleepily, her sleek, sky grey coat looking as soft and warm as ever, her ice blue eyes a complete contrast. Rosie patted the cat behind the ears as two loud boys passed the compartment.

She watched them curiously until she realized it was the boy who'd she'd seen on the platform. She felt her good mood lessen as she felt guilt over seeing that boy being...being manhandled and not being able to do anything.

He must have noticed her too because he nudged his companion, whispered something too low for her to hear and they both entered the compartment, sprawling down on the seats directly across from her without a single word passing between the boys and Rosie.

Having them sitting directly across from her did help her notice the smaller details of the appearances of the boy from the platform and his mate.

The boy from the platform had dark shaggy hair that fell over his face in just the right way, making his pale grey eyes stand out in comparison.

His companion on the other hand had unruly black hair that he kept ruffling and big hazel eyes, framed by glasses.

Rosie felt a slight blush color her cheeks, they were quite handsome.

Rosie held her hand out to them, a small smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Rosie Hunter."

The platform boy took her hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Sirius Black." Rosie noted that he said his name in a way that meant that everyone should know exactly who he was.

When Sirius released her hand Rosie held it out to the boy with the glasses, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she scratched the back of her cat's ears absently.

"And you are?"

The other boy shook her hand and grinned crookedly. "James Potter." Rosie noticed he'd also said his name as Sirius had, as if they both had a high air of importance.

Sirius leaned back in the chair, his grey eyes analyzing over the pretty girl. She was short, he could tell that and her smile had the tiniest hint of naughtiness in it, like she was up to something. She had eyes that were a soft blue one moment and a dark grey a moment later.

Sirius froze and leaned forward on his chair, his elbows leaning on his knees as he looked into her eyes intently. He didn't think it was the trick of the light, it couldn't be.

"How'd you do that?" He asked curiously, watching her eyes intently and waiting to see if they changed again.

Rosie frowned and looked at him as if he'd just said the sky was purple and made of hedgehogs, almost like he was a mental patient.

"Do what?" Rosie asked skeptically, running a hand through her hair. Was there something on her face? Food, perhaps? Or had her brother's done something to sabotage her first year at a new school?

"Your eyes." James filled in, running a hand through his hair as he watched the girl with great curiosity, his position matching Sirius's.

Rosie made an understanding noise and visibly relaxed. Now that, that wasn't that bad. "Oh...you mean the colors right? Yeah..I don't know why, but they've just always done it..." She trailed off with a shrug and cast her gaze out of the window, taking in the unfamiliar scenery.

She'd never liked talking about her ever changing features, especially since she had no control whatsoever on it.

"So you're a metamorphagus?" Sirius asked wistfully, almost as if the boy would have traded anything to be one at that exact moment.

"A meta what?" Rosie felt stupid asking a question they both seemed to know the answer to but realized she'd never learn anything about the new world she was in if she didn't bother asking questions.

James cocked his head to the side and ruffled his hair again.
"Didn't your parents teach you about them?"

Rosie lightly bit her lip and shrugged again. She wished, oh Merlin, she did. She wished her parents had spent time teaching her about magic instead of planning her wedding seven years too early.

"My parents are muggles. I grew up on a farm." She said said farm with a great level of distaste. Rosie had never really enjoyed living on the farm. Sure, she'd adored riding the horses but being made to muck out seventy four stalls? No thank-you.

She watched carefully as the two boys shared a quick look and said at exactly the same time; "Wicked."

Admittedly not the best of my work... Please review if you don't like a particular bit and I'll work on it.