HOGWARTS FOR ROSE

I (SADLY) WILL NEVER OWN THE AMAZING HARRY POTTER! EVER! *TEAR* *SOB* *SNIFF*

Rose can do wand less magic.

Sirius and Harry were in a state of shock, only for different reasons. Sirius was shocked that a young girl could do the most complicated form of magic, when even Dumbledore could not. Harry was shocked that someone was just now bringing it up.

He remembered how Rose had warmed up the air around them when she had them tied up and under the playground equipment. Didn't Remus remember that? Why hadn't this been brought up sooner? Harry didn't know the answer, so he asked.

"Why is this just now being brought up?" Sirius stared at him.

"Well Harry," Remus started, "I had just seen her do it when we were outside."

"But don't you remember when we first talked to her? She was taking deep breaths and it got warmer. She had done wandless magic before you guys appirated." Harry stated.

"Oh ya! I remember that!" Sirius said, jumping in to the conversation.

Remus remembered the warmth. He had thought it was his own magic acting up. He contemplated what Harry had said before he spoke again. "Well I guess were just going to have to ask Rose tomorrow at breakfast." And with that he turned on his heels and marched up the stairs and to his room. "That makes sense." Harry heard Sirius say before he to left to go to his bed room. Harry stood there for a moment and then went to his bed.

It was morning and light was streaming through a window and on to Rose's face, waking her from a dream. It had been a good dream, one with people who took her away from the Williams and into a world of magic. Well, She thought, Better get breakfast Ready. Then she paused. Was that sunlight on her face? Her coat closet didn't have a window. She opened her eyes to find that she was in the most beautiful room she had ever seen. The floors and walls were white and so were the pillows. The dresser, curtains and comforter were black. There was also a full length mirror near what looked to be a closet. Her unpacked duffle bag sat at the end of the bed. Were the hell am I? Rose asked herself. Then the idea that her dream was not really a dream but a memory made her smile. She had truly left the Williams with some strange people she had only known for an hour or two. Isn't that what your told NOT to do since you're like three?

Dam it! She had run away with people she didn't know and only trusted slightly because of their lacking of the dark mark. Draco had told her to watch out for people like that. He said that they could, and most likely would, try to hurt her. But they had known who she was, sort of, and it didn't look like she was harmed in any way. She was actually in a bed; this was a first for her. And she was in a beautiful room. So they must not want to hurt her. Last test was to see if the door was locked. It wasn't. So Rose left her room and decided she would cook breakfast.

She reached the stairs and careful not to fall this time she descended them.

The hallways were long and dirty. That's one thing Rose noticed about this house. It was covered in filth. She would clean later. The boys would enjoy that. Then Rose realized she had no clue were the kitchen was. Oh well I'll find it. She thought. Rose walked down the long hall, peeking through doors as she went, until finally she found the kitchen.

The kitchen was a little cleaner that the rest of the house. Thank goodness. Inside was a small round table with four chairs around it, a sink that was half full with dirty dishes, an old looking gas stove and oven, a toaster and a small refrigerator. Pots and pans hung from a rack above the counter next to the sink.

Rose was happy to be able to cook again. She walked over to the fridge. In side was all sorts of meats vegetables and dairy products. Rose smiled and grabbed the milk carton, the eggs and what looked to be a pack of bacon. She quickly occupied herself with gathering the ingredients she would need to make pancakes. Rose even found vanilla, which was her secret ingredient and made her pancakes taste amazing. The red head mixed the food items together in a large glass bowl at the counter with a whisk. And when she was positive that there wasn't a single chunk, she poured the batter into a large square shaped pan that was warming up on the stove. While she cooked the batter into pancakes she had the oven warming up, so she could put the finished pancakes in there and keep them hot for the boys. Rose put the finished pancakes on a round stone in the oven. Then she cleaned the pan she had cooked the pancakes in, then put it back on the stove and used it to cook the bacon. The fat sizzled and popped, threatening to splash onto her skin and burn her. But she had cooked for the Williams since she was old enough to reach the stove, about ten years ago, so she didn't burn.

The bacon was almost done when three people walked through the door.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked and Remus and Harry stared in confusion.

"I'm just making breakfast. Do you guys like pancakes?" Rose said.

"Who doesn't like pancakes?" Harry exclaimed.

"Why are you up so early?" Remus asked.

"Jet lag I think." Rose answered. The bacon was finished and she grabbed a plate from a cabinet on the other side of the room to put it on. Harry had grabbed four more plates, some silverware, while Remus grabbed the maple syrup. Sirius sat down at the table ready to eat. Harry and Remus set their loades down on the table and then sat down themselves. Leaving a chair for Rose, who had just finished scrubbing the pan and was bringing over the pancakes from the oven.

As soon as Rose's pancake mountain was on the table, everyone began to tuck in. Harry had to admit, Rose's cooking put Mrs. Weasly to shame. It was even a little better than Hogwarts. "Hay Rose, how do you cook so well?" he asked.

Sirius and Remus, who had been stuffing their faces, looked up for the answer.

"I make it with love." Rose said with such a strait face that none of them could keep their chuckles in. "No really. I love cooking and getting it just right. That's why it's so good."

Nobody laughed, just nodded in understanding. That made sense after all.

"Well it's bloody fantastic!" Sirius stated mater of factly.

"You truly have a talent Rose." Remus said.

"Why thank you for your kind words of praise!" Rose said in a way that made her sound like she was some sort of noble person. Like the queen of England. All laughed.

There was a short silence after in which nobody found discomfort.

"Hey, Rose. Can you show us some of your magic?" Remus asked. He thought it was a good way to start the questioning. "Sure." Rose replied.

She began to stare intently at Harry. It was kind of creeping him out. Then Rose's hair began to shoot back into her head and turn black. Her cheekbones lowered, the freckles disappeared, and her nose became shorter and rounder. Then her eyes turned to a brilliant emerald shade and a lightning bolt shaped scar carved its self into her forehead. After a minuet Harry was looking in to the face of, well, himself, kind of. It was Rose. But she had turned into him! Harry was aw struck. Remus and Sirius were in a similar state. Was Rose a Metamorphmagus like Tonks? But Rose's show was not over yet. After a moment of being gapped at, she screwed up Harry's face and then it began to lengthen. Her hands began to curl back into huge paws, a bright silver fur spread around Rose's newly formed mussel. In the time it takes to tie your shoe, Rose had transformed from Harry into a wolf with a gleaming silver coat and red tipped ears on the top of her head.

"Wow!" Sirius exclaimed. "That is amazing!" Remus complimented. Harry just continued to stare in amazement. Was she an animagus to?

Rose morphed back into herself in a matter of seconds and laughed at their shocked faces. She found their disbelief and aw quite amusing.

"Why so shocked? I bet trained Wizards like you can do much cooler stuff than that."

"Well some can. But normally it takes years to master what you've just done!" Harry shook his head. Rose was defiantly an interesting person. She still looked confused.

"Really? I've been doing this since I was little. It's really not that hard."

Everyone just stared. If Harry was in her shoes he knew he would be uncomfortable. The staring always seemed to get to his head. But Rose seemed too deep in thought to notice.

Rose was actually very confused. Why couldn't trained Wizards do something as easy as change their form? Maybe they were trained in potions and pulling rabbits out of hats, not shape shifting? Remus also had seemed shocked, really shocked, last night when she burned the paper. Was she supposed to use like a magic wand or something. The thought of her waving around a sparkly silver stick with a star on the end was not something that sounded appealing. It sounded childish and stupid. But Draco's wand had just been a stick. But waving a stick around sounded just as silly.

"Well then Rose, since you are obviously very magically gifted, maybe we should have a chat with Headmaster Dumbledor and get you signed up to go to Hogwarts this year. How would you like that?" Remus asked.

"What's a Hogwarts?" Rose asked now even more confused.

"Hogwarts is a school of witch craft and wizardry. Were children go when they're eleven though seventeen to learn how to control their magic, and how to cast spells and make potions." Harry said with a sigh. "It's the best place in the world!"

"Oh. Well that sounds awesome! But I'll be so behind everyone else. I don't know a single spell! Or how to make a potion! And I've never held a wand in my life!"

Sirius Remus and Harry chuckled. This school year was gonna be a fun one. That's for sure. And hopefully no one will die this time. At that thought Harry shuttered. Cedric's death still hunted his dreams. He wondered briefly if Rose had ever seen death. Hopefully not. Nobody should have to experience that. Ever!

"Well then I guess then when we are all dressed and such we should floo over to Dumbledor's office to sign you up little flower." Sirius said with a stretch.

"Little flower? Are you series?" Rose asked.

"Of course I'm Sirius!" Harry and Remus groaned in unison.

"Sirius that joke was never funny." Complained Remus. But Rose laughed. "I see what you did there. Highly humorous." She giggled. Sirius smiled, Lilly had done that same thing the first time she heard his name pun. He missed her and James.

"Well at least someone finds that joke funny." Smirked Sirius.

"Pads the joke gets old after the second time." Harry stated matter- of-fact-ly.

"WHAT EVER!" Sirius groaned. The man crossed his arms and pouted. Rose laughed again at his silly antics. It was going to be great living here. Right now she had all she ever wished for; a family that would have fun together. Together meaning with her as well.

Then she began to wonder; if the boys in front of her were wizards, does that make her a witch? Rose's imagination wondered to her image of a witch. She had green skin, a wart on her nose, black robes, a pointed hat, and riding on an old beat up broomstick. She almost shuttered at the thought of becoming something like that. But neither Harry, Sirius nor Remus met the normal description for a wizard. A man with a long white beard, a tall pointed hat, and colorful robes. They wore normal people clothes and Harry and Remus were clean shaved. Harry probablly couldn't grow facial hair though. With a slight chuckle she went back to eating her breakfast.

"Well let's go then. Is every body ready?" Remus questioned when Sirius finally came into the living room. They had been waiting there for about half an hour. Harry took it upon himself to entertain everyone and had been teaching Rose how to play a game called exploding snap. Harry was smeared with soot and Rose had a bit in her cheeks and forehead. When Sirius finally came Rose pulled two towels out of the air, and after a gasp escaped from Harry, who will never be used to wandless magic, she cleaned herself off and passed him one to do the same. The siblings stood and walked over to the two adults at the door. "Alright, well we're planning on flooing over to the headmaster's office."

"What's flooing?" Rose asked. There were so many new terms for her to learn.

"I'll show you." Harry said as he walked over to the fire place. He grabbed a jar off of the mantle piece, reached inside and pulled out a hand full of blue powder. He threw it into the fire. "Headmasters office, Hogwarts." He called before the fire turned a bright green and Harry stepped in and disappeared. Rose was in shock. "Wow!"

"Alright, Harry didn't do a very good job explaining how you do that." Remus and Sirius chuckled. "All you have to do is grab a hand full of floo powder and through it in the fire. Say were you want to go very clearly and then step in." He smiled when he was finished.

"Coolio!" Rose exclaimed before she walked over to the fireplace. Following Remus' directions carefully she pulled out a hand full of floo powder from the gar. She threw it in the fire place. "Head master's office, Hogwarts." She said mimicking Harry's words then stepped in. As soon as she did she felt as if she had turned into a top. She spun around extremely fast and then landed with a thud in a different fireplace. Of course Rose lost her balance, and her face came in very close proximity with the floor but did not actually make contact. Rose looked down at the floor, her nose mere inches away and noticed that she was floating! She willed herself to go higher and her body rose of the ground. She stuck her fist out in front of her and the other one on her hip and she began to fly. She felt like Super Man. If only she had the cape. Rose couldn't help but laugh as she flew over a gapping Harry and an old man that met the nonmagical people's description of a wizard. She decided it was time to come down and meet what must be the Headmaster just as Remus appeared from the fireplace. Rose landed gracefully in front of Harry, a large smile stretching from ear to ear on her face. That had been really fun.

"Uh, well, this is Professor Dumbledor." Harry said gesturing to the man next to him. "And sir this in Rose." He said with a gesture in her direction. The old man smiled. "Well it is very nice to meet you Rose. And if you don't mind me asking, what spell did you use to fly like that. I haven't seen anything like it before."

"It's nice to meet you to sir." Rose shrugged "And to fly, I didn't use a spell."

"Really," Dumbledor said fascinated, "How interesting."

Remus came over to Rose and put a hand on her shoulder. Sirius stood behind Harry.

"We were wondering if Rose start up at Hogwarts this year." Remus spoke. Rose couldn't fight her smile from growing even larger on her face. A school of Magic! Every freaks dream! Who wouldn't be exited? Weirdoes!

"But of course," Dumbledor smiled and his lightning blue eyes twinkled, "She obviously is skilled in magic already!" Sirius and Harry were fighting to contain a snort.

"She will need to be sorted and choose her classes very soon though." The headmaster continued. "We could sort you now Rose and I could give you a list of the classes available for you. But I need to know your age so that I know what year you will be in."

Rose smiled. This was simple. But how would she be sorted? And what would she be sorted into? Answer now, ask later. "I'm fourteen Sir."

"Good, good. So you will be taking classes with our fourth years. Now lets get to the sorting." Every one watched as the old man waved his wand and summoned a dirty old hat from one of the many shelves behind him and handed it to Rose. "There are four houses at Hogwarts; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They all have their own famous history and are all good houses- "Are you kidding? Not a single person that's gone into Slytherin hasn't been evil!" Sirius interrupted. Dumbledore's eye twinkled. "Just put it on and the sorting hat will tell us which house you will be joining." Dumbledor instructed Rose.

Rose grabbed the hat and placed it over her head, letting it slip over her ears and eyes.

Interesting, interesting. Rose ripped the hat of her head in shock and looked up at Harry. "It's talking inside my head!" She exclaimed. Every one chuckled.

"It's supposed to do that." Sirius explained. Remus just shook his head and smiled.

"Just put it back on and leave it on until you are all sorted." Remus said.

Rose slowly lifted the hat back onto her head.

Now that was silly.

'Sorry I wasn't expecting a voice inside my head. That's not supposed to be normal.'

That's humorous. Now let's see. Very brave, that's good. Loyal to those you trust. But you don't seem to trust just anyone. And my, what a brain you have, always knowledgeable. Willing to fight for what you want, how very Slytherin of you.

'Not Slytherin.' Rose thought.

Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could do great things in Slytherin.

"No! Don't put me in that house!" Rose's brain-voice said angrily.

Well if you're sure than you must be GRYFFINDOR.

Sirius, Remus and Harry cheered loudly and pounded her on the back. The Headmaster clapped and whore a large smile across his face. Rose couldn't decide if she liked him or not. Every one there seemed to like him. And he kind of reminded her of a grandfather.

"Good job little flower!" Sirius shouted.

"Ya, congratulations Rose!" Harry exclaimed.

"All of us were- "ARE!" interrupted Harry. "-And are in Gryffindor." Remus finished with an annoyed look in Harry's direction. Rose laughed.

"Well thank you for joining Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Now," The old man handed over a piece of thick yellow paper with no lines. Rose took it with interest and looked down at it to see a list of classes.

Arithmancy

Muggle Studies

Defense Againsed the Dark Arts

Potions

Transfiguration

Herbology

Charms

Divination

Astronomy

History of Magic

Ancient Ruins

Care for Magical Creatures

Rose was exited. Arithmancy was obviously math. Which, she was going to take. Herbology starts with herb and that's like a type of plant so that must be gardening class. Rose loved gardening. Transfiguration, potions, Charms and Defense Againsed the Dark Arts sounded fun. She wondered how many classes she could take.

"Now Rose you must take Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, and Defense Againsed the Dark arts. You are free to choose any two more classes. I will be awaiting your owl in two days time." Dumbledor smiled.

"Good Bye Headmaster." Rose called.

"Bye Professor!" Harry shouted over his shoulder.

"See you at the start of turn Mr. Potter and Ms. Rose."

They stopped in front of the fire place. Harry grabbed a gar from a shelf close by and pulled out a handful of blue powder.

"Number twelve Grimmuald Palace." He called after throwing the powder in and then he himself stepped in. Rose copied his actions, and after the uncontrolible spinning, stuck the landing in a fairly familiar house. Two grown men came after her covered in soot. She looked over at harry to see that he was brushing soot off of himself. Rose looked down and found none on her own clothes, so she quickly summoned three wet wipes from the air and handed one to each of the dirty people. They thanked her in turn and used it to clean themselves off.

"Hey guys?" Rose asked. The people around her looked up. "Why do you seem to hate Slytherin? I mean not all of them can be bad right?"

Sirius looked shocked that anyone would ever mention a name that foul around him. Harry and Remus wondered why Rose would ask. Remus answered her question.

"Slytherin is the house You-Know –Who was in. Why do you ask?"

Rose shrugged. "The Sorting hat almost put me in Slytherin."

Every one was shocked. Rose remembered how the hat had told her about people thinking that Slytherin being evil. Harry gaped at her. Sirius clutched at his chest and dramatically fell to the floor, faking a heart attack. Remus just looked speechless.

"What?" Rose asked playing dumb. "It's just a house, right?"

Remus sighed. "I guess it is just a house. But the Gryffindors and the Slytherins have been in a feud since the beginning. Since all of us are Gryffindors, we all have a very negative relationship with the Slytherins." He finished.

Rose ignored the glare sent to her from Sirius, but not the slap on the back of the head that he got from Harry. She walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She was hungry, so it must be near noon. She made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. She set a bowel at each of the four spots at the table and a plate. Sirius got and extra sandwich, Rose had noticed how he had always taken seconds or thirds at meals. The rest of them got one sandwich and four more sat on a small plate in the middle of the table.

Harry led the two men into the kitchen were Rose had just finished setting the table. Sirius was fuming at the idea of being near an almost snake. Harry now knew never to tell that he had to argue with the hat to be a Gryffindor. He couldn't handle it if his Godfather hated him. Remus seemed to take the news well though. He didn't seem angry at all, just confused. Harry was almost happy.

They sat down at the table together. Sirius refused to even touch the food in front of him, even though the smell made all of their mouths water. He simply sat at the table with his arms crossed over his chest and sending glares over to the girl sitting across from him. Harry ate silently while Remus and Rose talked about what classes she would take.

"Well I'm defiantly going to take arithmancy." Rose had stated.

"And why is that?" Remus had asked.

"I love math. Numbers just seem to make life easier. And if I can master it…" Rose shrugged and Remus laughed. "That makes sense." He had said.

"Any idea what other class you'll take?" Harry asked, jumping in to the conversation.

Rose smiled. "Either Care for Magical Kreachers or Herboligy."

"You know, my friend Hagrid teaches Care for Magical Kreachers."

"Coolio! Well I love animals. The Williams had a dog once but didn't like how much he seemed to enjoy me over them, so they gave him away. And I don't really know what I would do with ruins. I got English and Spanish in my head so I probable can't fit another language in there." Rose finished by knocking on the side of her head.

"You know Spanish?" Harry asked.

"Si, Yo hablo Espanol y Ingles." Rose stated happily.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked with a blank face.

"It means 'yes, I speak Spanish and English'."

"Shut up!" Sirius shrieked. "Nobody cares about what languages you speak!"

Rose turned to Sirius slowly. The one thing she hated most was being yelled at. An invisible wind whipped her baggy clothes around her body. Her hair burst in to flames and dances on her scalp. Her glowing brown eyes seemed to shine even brighter.

"Don't you even dare." Rose growled in a voice that was inhumanly low.

"And who's going to stop me?" Sirius asked, failing to hide the quiver in his voice, "A stupid little snake like you?" The flames on Rose's head grew stronger as did the wind.

"Yes." Was all she said before a wind hit Sirius hard in the chest, blasting him into the wall on the other side of the room. With a satisfyingly loud thump, Sirius struck the wall and slumped to the floor. A large dent in the stone wall he hit.

Then it was all over. Rose stopped the magic and they stood there for a moment in silence only to be interrupted by Sirius, who moaned in pain. Then turning on her heels, Rose left the Kitchen for her bedroom, hoping nobody would follow her. Nobody did.