It was all a dream. Rosalie repeated that over and over inside her head, despite feeling Harry's hands on her shoulders. His emerald green eyes filled with concern, he bombarded her with all sorts of questions, managing to speak a mile a minute without taking a breath. Standing like a deer in headlights, fully aware of the many eyes looking her over with curiosity, she found herself unable to answer a single one, even one as simple as how she traveled to the Weasleys' home. Incapacitated by fear, nerves, or both, she silenced his incoherent rambling by handing him the Hogwarts letter, her name clearly printed on the front. Looking from the letter to her, he resembled a bush baby she had seen in a nature documentary at school."Why don't we take a seat?" A kind-faced woman stepped forward and guided her to the brushed wooden table. "You're in a bit of shock, dear. How about a nice cup of tea?"
The woman, presumably Mrs. Weasley (or the frumpy woman who bred like rabbits, according to her father), grabbed a tea cup from a cabinet. Instead of using a kettle, tea poured out of her wand tip. A jar of honey levitated from another cabinet and tilted on its side to add a few drops to the cup. Taking a sip, Rosalie was unsure where to begin, hardly believing herself that she left home.
Retrieving her necklace, stolen from the cookie jar in the kitchen (her mother's 'secret' hiding place), she explained her parents' years long deception, inhibiting her magic with a spell. The more she spoke, those feelings of hurt resurfaced, creating a giant lump in her throat. Mrs. Weasley's comforting pats on her back made her wish that it was her own mother, who was more willing to believe she was poisoned by a vindictive sister than to accept her daughter's abilities.
She introduced her to her children she had not already met: Bill, who worked as a curse breaker in Egypt, Charlie, a who studied dragons in Romania, Percy, who recently began working at the Ministry, and Ginny, the youngest and the only girl.
"You're more than welcome to stay with us, Rosalie," offered Mr. Weasley, conjuring a piece of parchment. "I'll write a quick message to Dumbledore to tell him of your situation though I'm sure he's already aware of where you are...doesn't miss a trick, that man. I'll write to Ludo as well to ask for another ticket for the World Cup. You won't want to miss it."
"And you can stay in my room with me and Hermione," said Ginny, nodding to the bushy-haired girl beside her. "There's plenty of room."
Rosalie followed both girls up the rickety staircase, taking in her surroundings. The Burrow was unlike any house she had ever been in, with its many crooked stories and clutter. Her mother would faint at such disarray but to Rosalie, it felt cozy, not like a model house in some fancy magazine.
Ginny's room was about the size of her closet back home. Her doubts about being able to fit faded away as her eyes roamed the small room, amazed by the moving posters of bands and quidditch players on the walls. Harry and Ron entered the room, carrying her suitcase and a bowl of strawberry ice cream.
"My mom makes it herself," said Ron, holding out the bowl. "It always cheers me up."
"Thanks," she replied, as Ginny placed another cot, with a blanket and pillow, next to one at the end of her bed.
"I'm sure this all must be daunting but you'll adjust quickly," assured Hermione. "I can share all of my notes over the years to catch you up. I held onto my old books so you can read them, if you like."
Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Only you would want to read during the summer." He sat on Ginny's bed, with his own bowl of ice cream. "Hermione's top of the class, if you couldn't guess. Bet McGonagall has her tutor you once you're in Gryffindor because no one else can handle it...or wants to relive all that again. I could barely get through it the first time."
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns
FanfictionRosalie Dursley has always felt like the outsider in her family. Whereas they can be judgemental and cruel, she shows compassion and kindness. When long buried secrets are revealed, she finds herself joining Harry at Hogwarts, against their wishes...