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Summary: Rose Riddle is the daughter of Lord Voldemort. Her mother takes her to Dumbledore to keep her safe, but is Hogwarts safe?
The train was moving past curling rivers and illustrious forests that encased the area. Inside the train were many students on their way to the school.
Inside the compartments were students chatting away and talking about their new aspirations and dreams for the coming year. Some of the students laughed while other sat in silence contemplating through their own reflection in the windows.
One compartment in particular held a group of two, one boy with platinum blond hair and a girl with long black hair that swayed like seaweed in the motions of the carts.
She looked dumbfounded and slightly curious. Her eyes were first looking at the boy in front of her, but then became adverted when she looked out at the scenery passing them by.
"My father's name is Claude Wilson, he has been working at a convince store since we sold our farm," she answered while turning her head slightly to see a reaction even thought one wasn't needed.
The boy just mumbled something then the ends of his lips curled down into a frown as he leaded back and crossed his arms. He looked at her with questioning eyes, but they soon turned into frustration.
"You muggle-born's really annoy me," he spat out as he looked the opposite way as her; towards the compartment door.
His suspicions seemed to crumble as he began to think of her as a mere muggle with little to no value. It is indeed odd though, he thought, to have the last name of riddle and be invited to attend Hogwarts.
"My last name is not Wilson, because I was adopted when I was very young," she softly murmured as she continued to look outside, not wanting to see his face.
He perked up an eyebrow as he looked at the portrait of her face in a calm state staring off into the distance. The possibility was still surely there, but I'm not in the talking mood, he concluded.
A group of two boys abruptly opened the compartment door which gained them two shocked looks. One boy had brown hair with glasses that seemed old and broken. The second boy had autumn orange hair, and they both slightly apprehensive.
"Is there any room in here for two?" the boy with brown hair asked as he glanced over the compartment. His eyes seemed to trail over to the girl and stop, not even noticing the boy with the platinum blond hair.
"Not from the likes of you, pott-" he was cut off by a voice across from him.
"Of course," she chirped happily at the boys with a large smile across her face.
The boy with blond hair turned up his upper lip and scoffed at her actions. "Potter and Weasley are not sitting with us."
She turned towards Draco and with a smirk on her face and her body positioned in a way where she could easily get out asked: "Then maybe I will sit with them, is that fine with you two?"
Both the boys happily nodded and she got out and was ready to leave the cart. Draco simply looked at her with dull eyes and reminded her that he was to help her, but his reminder was in vain as she simply brushed it off and walked away.
She walked with the boys as they frantically looked through each compartment looking for an empty space. Luckily for them they were able to find an empty compartment at the end of the cart.
They all sat down together in the compartment, the two boys decided to sit across from her. There was a small silence as they got themselves situated in the booth.
The boy with the brown hair turned to the boy with the orange hair, they seemed to be close friends. They mumbled a few words back and forth before they turned and looked straight at her.
"My buddy here is wondering what your name is, Miss," the boy with orange hair blurted out while smirking and nudging his friend.
"Only if you promise to tell me yours," she said while watching both boys nod their heads in agreement. "They call me Rose."
"What a pretty name Rose, well my name Ron and this is my buddy Harry, you probably already know though," he told her confidently.
She seemed very confused at what he was trying to imply. Back at the farm, it took a while for pop culture norms to make their way through. Frankly she knew very little other than what her friends told her or what she occasionally saw on the television She shook her head slowly wondering what he meant by that insinuation.
"What you don't who Harry Potter is? Have you been living under a rock?" he asked abruptly while leaning closer over the table to look at her.
"No I haven't been," she admitted sheepishly while looking at the distraught boy.
"Come on Harry, show her the scar," he ordered to his slightly reserved friend next to him who seemed like he wanted his friend to stop.
Harry surly did lift up his bangs and showed the girl his lightning bolt scar. This would tell any wizard exactly who he was, except she seemed completely out of the loop.
She moved her mouth to the side and shook her head again awkwardly, mentally agreeing with Harry that his friend should calm down.
Then all of a sudden their compartment door opened to a very distraught girl. She had slightly wavy light brown hair and looked a mix of worried and angry.
"You know how long I have been looking for you two?" she loudly asked while staring both the boys down with angry eyes.
"You told us to find a compartment, and we did," Harry admitted innocently to her while looking at Ron for reassurance.
"Yeah this was the only empty one."
The girl scoffed slightly before moving her vision to the very confused girl that sat across from them. She studied Rose slightly before getting ready to speak again. "And who is she? I haven't seen her before."
"Oh she's our new friend, her name is Rose," Ron stated happily.
The girl nodded at Ron then looked over to Rose. She peered at her skeptically at first. "Hello Rose my name is Hermione granger, nice to meet you," she greeted while sitting next to Rose and shaking her hand.
The three of them, Harry, Ron and Hermione chatted away together catching up on new things. They talked about the school and the teachers and many things like that. Rose on the other hand just looked out the window at the rolling scenery, it was very peaceful.
After what seemed like forever Hermione announced loudly "We are going to be at Hogwarts soon so I suggest you guys get ready."
Rose just simply nodded and continued to look out the window until the train slowed down and eventually stopped. She fallowed the group out with her luggage and exited the train.
Once outside she was greeted by a very tall shaggy man that scared her slightly. He was ushering people around, telling the first years to go into the boats. He seemed like he worked there so she just simply walked over to him and was about to nicely ask for help when he saw her.
He looked at her with very humble eyes and seemed to know her before she knew him. "Dumbledore told me about you, stay here and wait with me," he said with a slight slur of the words.
She looked at him with very questioning eyes, but decided to obey him. It was then that she looked up and saw the majestic castle that stood prominently in front of her. She was looking forward to this next week, but knew very little about what was to come.
Lol I'm such a herpa-derp, when I first wrote this I didn't really think about what book it would start in and now i'm just confused. Should it be the fifth book or the sixth book...ugh I can't decided. I guess the fifth would probably be better, but idk. Any how, so she doesn't know about magic yet which is gonna be a huge shocker, which is what the next chapter will be about :P. Well I hope you guys liked this one, have a nice day/afternoon/night :3 Toodaloo!