I WILL NEVER OWN HARRY POTTER. THOUGH I WISH I DID.
MEETING AT DIAGON ALLEY
It had been a week since Rose had done the magic that hurt Sirius, and she refused to do magic again unless she had to. Sirius hated her even more. Harry was a little afraid of her. Remus was the only one that still treated her like when they first met in Crofton. During this time, Rose had grown almost use to the strange ways of the wizard world. She had also done a lot of reading in the Black's library.
Today she was going to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies with Harry, Remus and Sirius. Harry had seemed exited about going. He had told her, during one of his braver moments or when he had just been talking about the weird gamed that wizards played on flying broomsticks. Quidditch, maybe? Rose had wanted to learn how to play, but didn't want to bother anyone with her requests. But back on topic, Harry had said that he planned to meet up with his best friends Ron and Hermione at some book store.
Rose had chosen to do Arithmancy, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures as her encore classes. Potions was said to be taught by the evil Snape. So Rose was determined to make that her best class. Snape wasn't going to make her class a bad experience if it was the last thing she did. Nobody had the right to take the fun of school away from her!
Remus had said that Diagon Alley was going to be fun, and that's were Rose was going to get the most important thing a witch or wizard could ever own, her wand. Rose didn't see the importance of a wand like everyone else did. She could do magic without a wand. And, according to her research, your wand was what tracked your magic and told the Ministry if you did something you're not supposed to.
Rose had done many things that she wasn't supposed to do. In the Black's library she had seen many books on black magic. Apparently most black magic was illegal. It didn't make any sense to her. People were aloud to carry guns in America, even though most things done with them, when not used in war, were illegal. So why couldn't she know of black magic, even though most people use it for evil. Remus had told her that the library was full of dark books and not to go in there. But after catching him doing the exact opposite of what he instructed her to do, all rules practically flew out the window. Rose had expressed her opinion and was now free to visit the library and read as she pleased, as long as Sirius didn't catch her.
Rose was actually in there now. She was snuggled up in a large chair in a corner with a blanket thrown over her lap and a thick volume bound in old leather. The writing inside was small and the pages were faded. An old book on dark magic. She was reading about a topic that had unnaturally interested her, Horcroxes. It happened when a wizard split his soul into pieces and safely preserved it in an object. The only way to split your soul was to do something so foul, so inhumane. You had to commit murder.
That's how Remus found her. He had come up to tell her that they were getting ready to leave for Diagon Alley. She looked just as Lilly had in the library at Hogwarts. All curled up in a chair in the corner, huge, old book in her lap, a small smile across her face when she found a topic that she was particularly interested in. But this wasn't Lilly, this was Rose. Just like Harry was Harry, not James.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked and smiled as the girl looked up from her book with a confused look until she remembered where they would be going and nodded.
"Yup." She sighed as she marked her page with a piece of string and untangled herself from the blanket on her lap. Rose walked with long strides over to her godfather.
"Okay, let's go then." Remus smiled and Rose followed him out of the room.
They walked down the stairs and hall quietly so as not to wake Sirius' mother's portrait, then entered into the living room to find Sirius and Harry chatting near the fire place. As soon as they walked in Sirius sent a glare in her direction while Harry refused to meet her eye. Why they were still mad was a mystery to Rose. Sure she may have gotten a little out of hand, but Sirius got what was coming to him. But, sadly, only Remus agreed with her.
The transportation plan was simple, floo network. Sirius didn't even great his best friend when he entered, just walked in, threw the powder into the fire place and disappeared in green flames. This hurt Remus, though he would never show it. Sirius was just really good at holding a grudge. Harry went next, then Rose and finally, Remus. Everyone emerged covered in soot as usual. Rose, still on a magic strike, had brought wet-wipes in a small denim purse. Sirius refused his, Harry, not wanting to be on his godfathers bad side did the same. Rose frowned at their stubbornness and handed on to Remus who great fully excepted. Sirius continued his glaring. Harry seemed to find a spot the floor very interesting.
"Well, since Sirius is a big meany that won't accept an apology," Remus said just loud enough for Sirius to hear. The Black haired man growled. "It'll be just the two of us shopping. Harry and Sirius are going together." Remus informed Rose.
"Sounds good to me." Rose shrugged. The couple went out into the street.
"How about we go and get your Robes first?" Remus asked.
Rose looked over at the man beside her and the strange clothes he wore and then down at her skinny jeans and dark gray shirt with an American flag on it. She had no intention of wearing some thing like that mans clothes. But she had a feeling that she didn't have a choice and with a sigh she answered her godfather. "Okay then." Remus chuckled at her reluctance.
He led her through the crowded street to a building he called Madam Malkin's
"Wait, Remus!" Rose stopped him before they could enter, "I don't have any money."
"Yes," He sighed, "But I do." He finished and showed Rose a leather bag filled with coins. Galleons, Stickles and Knuts. He had to explain to her that he was her guardian and that he was the one to pay for her things, though she promised to pay him back anyway.
Together they walked into the store. A small squat witch with a smile came over to them, "Hogwarts to?" She asked.
"Yes thank you." Rose said before she was pulled away from the patiently waiting Remus. Rose quickly found that she was being led to a stool next to a familiar blond boy. Rose quickly changed her stunning red hair to a dull brown and her glowing brown eyes to pail blue. When the witch turned to look at her, Rose winked and mouthed I'm still here. Then she whispered almost inaudibly Metamorphmagus.
The witch caught on to her game quickly and winked. She led Rose over to the stool next to the blond and helped her step on to it. The boy had turned to look at her.
"Who are you?" He asked rudely. His pointed face showing clearly that he didn't care.
"Who are you to address me as such?" She asked with a scowl.
"I am Draco Malfoy." He said in a way that stated 'your not worthy of my time'.
"Well than, Draco Malfoy, I am Rose." Rose noticed that this was the same way they had first met. She stuck out her hand to shake his, the boy easily excepted.
"I haven't seen you at Hogwarts before. What year are you in?" Draco questioned.
"The reason you haven't seen me before is simple. I've never gone. But I will be joining as a fourth year at the start of term. What year are you in?" Rose smiled politely.
"I will be starting my fifth year. Have you any idea what house you will be in?"
"I have already been sorted. And it really freaked me out when the hat started talking inside my head." Rose chuckled slightly, "I had ripped it right off in shock!"
"Oh so you're a mudblood." Draco sneered.
"I don't have a clue what that means." Rose chuckled again. Draco sighed with irritation.
"It means you are a muggle born." Seeing Rose's blank face he continued, "Meaning that your parents are not capable to perform magic."
"Oooooh," Rose exclaimed, "My parents are dead, but I'm pretty sure they were a witch and a wizard. I heard my godfather talking about their Hogwarts years with my brother."
The blond boy looked thoughtful. "What did you say your sere name was again?"
"I didn't." Rose smirked. She let her hair turn back to the original red and her eyes back to the glowing brown. Rose loved the speechless state she left Draco in.
"Rose?" He asked. Rose nodded. "But I though that you are in…."
"America." She finished when the boy beside her trailed off. Draco was clearly confused.
"How is that possible? How did you get here?"
"Harry did this thing called, umm, Destination Apperation and found me at the park."
"Harry?" Draco asked.
"My last name is Potter. So Harry Potter is my brother. And Remus Lupen is my Godfather." Rose answered. Draco gaped. And then she laughed.
"Dear," the lady that had been hemming Rose's robes said, "your all done."
Rose wondered briefly when the woman had gotten there but brushed that thought aside. "Thank you." She said and stepped of the stool. She then went to put the new robe into a bag. Remus took it to the counter to pay for it. "Bye Draco." She said with a wave.
The rest of shopping had not been as fun as Madam Malkin's. Remus had taken Rose to get all of her books, a potion making kit and all the standard ingredients. Remus even bought her a barred owl, a small creacher with huge yellow eyes. Now I was time for her wand.
Remus took her to a narrow shabby shop with gold letters that were beginning to peel and read Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C. on the door. One lone wand sat on an old looking purple pillow inside of a dust covered window. Bells chimed lightly from some were in the building when they entered. Rose looked around her and saw that it was a small room with only a small wooden chair in a corner in which Remus had just sat. Rose felt very uncomfortable just standing there; she noticed the huge pile of thin boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling. Those must be the wands.
"Why, hello there." Said a soft voice, and in entered an old man with wide pail eyes, similar to the moon. And this must be Ollivander.
"Hi Mr." Rose greeted politely. She began to wonder if he was ever going to plink.
"Ah yes Ms. Rose, I was wondering when I was going to have you in my shop." He looked her up and down. "You look a little to old to be a first year." Rose heard Remus snort from his chair. The old man ignored him. "Now which is your wand hand?" He asked her. Rose noticed that he had finally blinked.
"Well I'm left handed." Rose answered. Not sure if that was what he was looking for. He quickly pulled out a measuring tape from one of his pockets. Rose didn't really care when it started measuring all over her and Ollivander had gone over to thee pile of wands.
"Yes well that's quite enough." He said when the measuring tape was finding the circumference of her waist. He brought over a wand for her to try.
"Holly and unicorn hair, ten inches. Rather bendy, good for charms." Rose took the wand and gave it a flick before it was snatched away. "No, no. Maple, phoenix feather, eleven and a courter inches." Rose didn't even have time to wave the magic wand before it, to, was taken away. Many more wands were tested and Rose could tell that Remus was getting bored. Mr. Ollivander, on the other hand, seemed to get more exited with each failed wand. "Maybe," the old man said as he pulled out a new wand, "I have never tried a combination like this. Pine, basilisk venom, nine and a half inches, good for curses and hexes. A very deadly combination if I do say so my self."
Rose took the wand in her hand and instantly felt a tingling sensation in her fingers. Every thing around her seemed to glow a pail white light. This was her wand.
"Yes very good, very good." Mr. Ollivander stated. "How interesting."
"What is it Sir?" Rose asked. "What's interesting?"
Ollivander looked her hard in the eyes. "That there," He gestured to Roses wand, "Is an odd wand. I expected someone of great age and knowledge to be chosen. But it appears that you are the witch the wand wants. You will be a powerful witch, Ms. Rose. Very powerful indeed." Rose was speechless. That was interesting.
"How about you wait outside while I pay for you wand, Rose?" Remus asked.
"Sure thing Remus." Rose said. She picked up her bag of school supplies and waited outside the door. She looked down the street and was just barely able t see a messy mop of black hair next to the top of a brunet, surrounded by firey red; Harry and his friends.
Remus emerged from the shop a moment later. Rose had stuck her wand point up in the pocket of her jeans. Remus led her away from the shop and towards the mass of red Rose had spotter earlier.
When they finally reached the group of people all eyes were on her. Rose wasn't surprised at all. It's not every day that you see some one you never knew existed.
She saw that Harry was standing next to a bushy brow haired girl and a lanky red haired boy with a long nose that she guessed was Hermione and Ron. Sirius was next to a man with red hair as well that had begun to thin, they probably had just been talking. Sirius glared at her, as if interrupting his conversation should be punishable by death.
This, however, when unnoticed by the rest of the crowd. She smiled warmly at Harry and his friends, making eye contact with each of them and then moving on to the rest of the red heads. She finished with Sirius. A cold glare was sent her way and she returned calmly but firm, the smile no longer graced her features. She noticed that a woman and the man that she believed to have been talking to Sirius were gapping at her. There were also two boys that were completely identical and a small girl that looked about the same age as her. "I don't believe I have met any of you." Rose said finally breaking the silence that had filled the group. The two identical boys stuck their hand out to shake hers. The boy on the left stuck out his right hand and the boy on the right stuck out his left hand. Without thinking, Rose crossed her arms over each other and shook both of their hands at the same time. The two boys seemed baffled by her instant and logically silly response. "My name is Rose. It's a pleaser to meet you." The boys shared a look and then turned back to her. Then the one on the left spoke, "Well I'm Fred." "And I'm George." Said the one on the right.
"Well George were do you think this one came from?" Fred asked what must be his twin.
"I'm not sure Freddy but she's got a funny accent."
"Ya think she might be able to hear you speak and would be willing to answer your questions if you just asked?" Rose said sarcasm dripping from her words.
The twins laughed. "Well I guess that would make sense." Fred said.
"Well then," George started, "Why is it that you have such an accent?"
"I lived in the U.S. for as long as can remember. Until my birthday in July when Harry, Remus and Sirius came and found me, I've been living with then since."
"Why did they take you with them?" Gorge asked.
"Harry's my older brother." Rose answered bluntly. Woman she noticed earlier gapped.
"But you can't be Rose Potter!" She exclaimed, "Rose disappeared when she was only a couple months old. Poor thing is dead dear. You can't be her."
"I assure you, ma'am, that I am in fact Rose. Remus did this weird thing with a potion or some thing and it said my parents were James and Lily Potter." Rose stated calmly.
"I didn't know Harry had a sister." The brunet said.
"I didn't either." Harry stated plainly. Rose sent him a smile that he returned feebly.
"Nice hair by the way." Fred put in. Rose looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks." She said thinking about her dark, blood red locks that had driven the Williams crazy as they had tried to dye it brown or black so that she would be 'normal'. Key word, tried.
"It's not the famous Weasly hair, mind you." The girl that looked her age stated.
"Well I'm not a Weasly, mind you." Rose stated with the same attitude the other girl had used. Rose didn't like her. She seemed snotty and attention seeking. The girl huffed at this and tried to start a conversation with Harry. She was flirting /throwing herself at him. It was disgusting. But either luckily or unluckily, Harry was too oblivious to understand what was happening. Boys were so stupid some times.
"Hey Rose, Why so talkative? Trying to not be as much of a freak as normal?" Sirius asked. Rose could feel anger begin to boil up inside her. But she was determined to keep her cool. She didn't need another blow up. She didn't notice the collective gasps that came from the rest of the group at Sirius' cold words. "Well Sirius," Rose started eye contact and fist clenched, "I am not a freak, and I will talk when I am talked to, but not any another time. You don't talk to me so I don't talk to you." Many people gaped at her. "Oh you're a freak alright. And every one should know that so they know not to associate with you. And that nasty temper you've got. You're a dangerous freak." Sirius replied. Rose could feel her nails digging into her palms and her body shake with rage. Wasn't it enough that she had to live fourteen years of her life sleeping in a coat closet? Cooking since she was able to stand and reach the stove. She was always told that she was a freak, and always told that she wasn't wanted anywhere. Not even by her parents. That's why she was left on their door step. Nobody loved her.
She felt tears prick her eyes and fall before she could stop them. She looked down in shame. Now every one would know how weak she was. How much of a freak she was. How she couldn't handle words. She looked back up at Sirius. Her brown eyes glowed even brighter. She heard the crackle of flames and new what had happened. She had lost control again. But what happened wasn't up to her any more. It was up to her magic. And right now, she didn't care. Sirius was a jerk and deserved all that he ended up getting from this. She saw the fear begin to ebb its way into his eyes. Good. He should be scared. He should be terrified.
Remus looked disappointed in her. And she was disappointed in herself too. Rose took a deep breath. Hurting Sirius wasn't worth disappointing Remus. Another deep breath. Harry looked so scared right now; and it was because of her. Another deep breath. Her hair wasn't on fire now. More breathing. Her body stopped shaking. One last breath. Rose opened her eyes to see every one staring at her. Her palms hurt. She looked down at her hands and saw why. She had dug her nails deep into her hands and she was bleeding, a lot. She focused for a second and then her wounds began to heal themselves and the blood disappeared. Then she looked at Remus. A small smile graced his features. She had controlled herself, kind of. And she didn't hurt any body.
Rose looked up at Sirius. His smirk was all too prominent, all too cruel. She sent a sorry glance to Remus. He nodded and smiled weakly. Sirius was his best friend. But he should pay the price of his unkind words. Unknown to him and every one else around him, Rose didn't plan on hurting him with magic. When she used magic, innocent people got hurt. Even that tinny bit she had done with her hair catching flame could have been dangerous. She could have lost control and accidently set some thing, or some one, alight.
Instead, Rose swung a punch at Sirius; in one fluid motion, she had pulled her left arm back and then shot it straight forward. A loud crunching noise signified the damage she had done. The damage, sadly, was no more than a completely demolished nose. But the others around her were all shocked. Sirius himself had fallen down from the force of the punch and was now on the ground, whimpering nonsense.
Rose let her arm fall back to her side and looked down at Sirius in disgust. Blood was poring from his face and the bone was sticking out at an odd angle. She ignored the fearful looks she was receiving from those around her. She looked up at Fred and Gorge, but they avoided her eye. Rose turned to Remus; his gaze was flickering between her and the man on the ground that was still whimpering and attempting to steam the flow of blood from his nose. He caught her eye and without another word he walked to her and draped an arm over her shoulder then they walked away, but not before sending a sorry look to Harry, who nodded and looked at his Godfather in disgust.
Her godfather pushed through a crowd that Rose was not aware had surrounded their group of red heads and brunets. Remus took her through the street until the group they had left behind was hidden from view behind all of the other busy shoppers and by standers. Once he had judged that they had gone far enough, Remus squeezed Rose tighter to his body and disaperated.
She didn't know that once they were gone, Harry and his friends had instantly helped Sirius up and began shouting at him for his cruelty, saying that he deserved what he had gotten and more. All she knew was the proud look that Remus had given her. The praises he had given her for controlling her temper, and then the scolding she had gotten for punching Sirius in the face. He told her that she did well not blowing him up, but violence was still not good, ever.
Remus gave her a hug and told her that this was and improvement, and that he expected even better next time. Rose silently hoped that there wouldn't be a next time. Maybe it was just her, but she didn't enjoy being angry. So with the conversation now finished, Rose took her knew school supplies and headed up to her room. Wondering when Harry would be home. Home, since when did she start thinking this place to be home?