A/N: I've always wanted to write a fanfic for the hp universe. I just didn't really know what I wanted to write about. I decided instead of revising over and over again, I would just publish it. If I wanted to do a different story, I can just do a different story. Ha, ha!
Prologue: Her Beginning
For as long as Rosie could remember, Rosie Anh had no mother. It was just her father, her brother, and Rosie. Just the three of them and she was perfectly content with that. The only thing Rosie did know about her mother was that she died around the age Rosie was 3 or 4. The facts were a little blurry.
What Rosie did know was that her parents had an arranged marriage. Both were of pure-blood descent with families extremely involved in high wizarding society. Despite that, Rosie's father loved her mother very much. At least that's what Rosie's father told her. He didn't like talking about her very much. It was a sensitive subject.
If Rosie could choose a word to describe herself it would have been silent, but resilient. Well- it was actually two words, but who's counting.
At 11 years old, Rosie thought she was going to be a squib, which was a major problem with someone coming from her magical bloodline. It would have been the talk of the century if Rosie had turned out to be a squib. She would have been the family's biggest laughing stock, but Father– he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He was the black sheep of the family, the only one who had a modern mindset about who should be allowed magic and who should not, and that was everyone. Even his best friend was a muggle.
By the end of summer, just a few weeks shy before Hogwarts was about to start, Rosie was still showing no signs of magic. The outer ring of the family was growing quite concerned. That meant they were being nosy– a lot more than necessary. Then it happened. It was one of the last days of August and Rosie had gotten into an argument with her brother. They were fighting about something ridiculous like whose turn it was to play the seeker in hide-and-go-seek. Rosie had gotten so angry that the roses in the garden had shed every single one of their petals. They were left bare stem and branches.
When Father came running, he was overjoyed, yet angry. Extremely conflicting feelings. He was in a laughing fit, but he was still trying to be angry. He was happy for Rosie. No doubt about that. She had finally gotten her magic. Although, when it came to the flowers, Father was more than a little upset. He had grown those flowers himself without magic. Now he had to start all over from scratch.
That night, Rosie's letter came. The letter she always wanted. Hogwarts was magic. It was above and beyond everything Rosie had hoped for. Magic was wondrous and beautiful, and Rosie knew she could never give that up for anyone or anything.