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Running down to the rivers
running past the light,
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Rose walked out from the common room after hearing the last bit of Amara and George's argument. Rose did not understand, Amara seemed nice when they talked earlier. Sure she did ask about her blood status but she said nothing wrong about it, in fact she told her how her family were blood supremacist. But Amara was quick to tell Rose she wasn't.
Rose was so lost in her thought that she didn't notice were she was going. So naturally, she collided into someone.
ROSE'S POV:
Crash!
I collided into someone a tad taller than me and went tumbling to the ground. I looked up to see the boy that had been sharing a compartment with Percy in the train the day before. He had blond hair and brown eyes, he was wearing a yellow robe. 'Hufflepuff' I thought. I scrambled to get up from the floor as he did the same. I think his name was Cedric but just in case that was not it, I was only going to apologize and leave. To where, I had no idea.
"Sorry, I should be looking to where i'm going." I told the Hufflepuff.
He shook his head. "Don't worry, I wasn't paying attention either."
"Wait, you are Rose right? Percy's friend?" He asked me.
"Yeah that's me. Cedric right?" I asked him.
"Yes that's right. So tell me what are you doing here?" All of the sudden he looked concerned.
"Oh, well. I am not really sure. I kinda run out of my common room and ended up here."
"Well, do you know where you are Rose?" Cedric asked.
"Not really." I answered feeling ashamed. How could I have been so stupid?
"Don't worry, I'll get you to the great hall." He said while smiling. I smiled back. He told me about the classes and how there was this really bad teacher called 'Snape' who's favourite past time was to torment all the Gryffindors.
When I entered the great hall it was to see one tall red headed boy making his way to me. Cedric waved me off and walked to his table. What surprised me the most was the fact that it wasn't Fred who was making his way to me, or Charlie, or even George. It was Percy and he had an expression between anger and relief at the sight of me.
"Where were you?" He asked me with the irritation and concern written all over his face.
"I just went for a walk." I told him.
"More like a jog." He said under his breath. I grinned at his words and made my way over to the twins who were talking to Lee.
"Hey" I greeted the while sitting besides Fred, with Lee and George at the other side of the table.
"Hi" They said in unison.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run out like that. I am also sorry for not believing about Amara or Lilith or whatever." I looked at them with an apologetic expression.
"Don't you worry Rose-" George began.
"-All is forgiven." Fred finished. I saw them both flash a smile at me. I look over at Lee who was grinning like mad. 'Yup' I thought, 'All is well.'
I couldn't help glance over to my right. At the very end of the table, was Amara. Scowl in her face and book in hand. Maybe I should talk to her and give her a chance to explain.
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I entered the potions classroom the next day, (Tuesday) for my first potions class. It was the class I was more dreading. After what Cedric told me, and Charlie didn't help the nerves since he confirmed everything that Cedric had told me. I still hadn't been able to talk to Amara since she left the dorm in the morning and returned late at night. She also avoided me in the corridors, and in lessons.
I sat on the table nearest the door so the professor would not take notice of me. Fred sat on my left side, with George on his other side, and Lee on my right side. Suddenly the door flew open and in came in a man with black robes and greasy black hair. He had a crooked nose and pale face. However as he scanned the faces in the classroom, his face paled even more than before when he caught sight of me. He looked as if he had seen a ghost and all of the air had been knocked out of him. Without a word he sprang to the door and walked through it, slamming it shut as he fled the classroom.
I looked over at Fred, confusion written over both our faces and said:
"Well that was... weird."
SNAPE'S POV:
I walked into my classroom and looked at every single face of horrible first years. I scanned all of their ugly faces until a saw one face that scared me six-feet to death. There she was sitting on the very back of my classroom, the eleven-year old face of Lily Evans.
I could feel my face pale. It could not be true, she died. I saw her dead. Without a second thought I sprang out of my classroom and straight to the headmasters office. I muttered the password to the gargoyle and it flung opened.
"She looks exactly like her!" Those were the first words to come out of my mouth when I caught sight of Albus. He was calmly shuffling papers in his desk.
"Severus I have been expecting you." He said calmly.
"The girl." I gasped "The girl is the bloody spitting image of her! Of Lily!"
"Yes well, I will be having a chat with the girl soon Severus."
"Who is she? She can't be. Can she?" I asked the man.
"I think both you and I know that she may in fact be the Potter's eldest daughter." He was still calmed.
"NO!" I shouted "Rose Potter died that night, she did not make it. She is dead."
"Only one man has the answer to that question" He said.
"Damned Sirius Black." I cursed under my breath and sprang out of the office.
ROSE'S POV:
Snape returned a couple of minutes after he had disappeared and continued the class as he probably normally did. He refused to look at me, or acknowledge me for that matter even if I had the answer.
The rest of the day was full of professors giving odd and disbelieving looks, even some portraits gasped as I walked passed them. I couldn't understand why they looked at me that way. 'Had I done something wrong?' I thought every time.
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(Thursday)
Fred and I where doing a paper on Sopophorous Bean and the right way to extract its juices when I noticed Fred glance at me nervously for the fourth time that evening. I sighted and turned to look at him.
"Freddie?" I started "What's wrong?" He looked at me doubtfully but I guess he decided to tell me about it since he opened his mouth to speak.
"Rose, do you remember the day at the platform?" he asked. I nodded.
"Well, you were crying. I tried not to push it in case you didn't want to talk about it, but mum always said that it was better to talk about things that letting them all inside you."
I sighted but decided to answer with the truth.
"Well," I began, playing nervously with the hem of my blouse. "When I told your mum that my parents had dropped me off at the station I was lying." I paused for a minute while he processed but he just nodded his head like saying he understood.
"I ran out of my car when I saw the station. My dad was saying awful things about you, and Charlie, and George and basically everyone in your family. I kinda lost it and rushed into the station. He was also saying thing about how he would lock me up in my room and all sort of hurtful stuff." I paused to breathe after I had rushed my words. I looked over at Fred to see him staring at the fire in the common room with a grim expression.
"Fred?" I said tentably.
"Have you talked to them?" Fred blurted out. I shook my head.
"Well I think you should write to them." He told me "You are going to have to talk to them when you go home anyways." I felt a tear rush down my cheek but I was quick to wipe it off. I looked at Fred and forced a smile on my face. I walked into my dorm to write to my mum.
FRED'S POV:
"I ran out of my car when I saw the station. My dad was saying awful things about you, and Charlie, and George and basically everyone in your family. I kinda lost it and rushed into the station. He was also saying thing about how he would lock me up in my room and all sort of hurtful stuff." Rose paused a moment, to breathe I suppose.
I can't believe it. I mean I suspected that there had been and argument between them since they weren't with her at the platform. Was it our fault that her parents had gotten upset with her? Charlie said her father looked about ready to kill him when he was with her.
"Fred?" I heard Rose asked.
"Have you talked to them?" I blurted out. She just shook her head.
"Well I think you should write to them." I told her. Forcing a smile in my face so I wouldn't upset her. "You are going to have to talk to them when you go home anyways."
A tear escaped her eyes, I wanted to wipe it out of her cheek but Rose beat me to it. She looked at to me and forced a smile. She stood up and made a beeline to her dorm. Leaving all her stuff behind, and me to stare at where she had disappeared. I had no idea what I going to do. Surely there was nothing I could do except being with her and trying to cheer her up, but I knew that wasn't going to be enough. I sighed and looked back to my essay.
ROSE'S POV:
I don't know what to write. 'Hey mum, look i'm sorry for running out like hope all is forgiven see ya at christmas!' didn't really sound like a good start. I thought about what could I write, I didn't have much but I began to write in the parchment. After forty-five awful minutes I finished the letter. It read:
Dear mum,
I made Gryffindor house, I know you do not know much about the houses here, but that means i'm brave. Look i'm really sorry about running out of the car like that, there is no real explanation as to why I did it. I know both me and father stepped over the line, but I am willing to overcome that if I receive an apology.
Greetings, Rosie L.
P.S. If you want to respond, just pet the owl and ask him to wait. Also give him a treat, it could be anything really.
I set the letter on my bedside table, to send tomorrow. Which meant I was probably getting their responses by Saturday morning. I was planning on asking Charlie for his owl the next morning. Before I could contemplate some more thoughts I drifted to sleep. The last thing on my mind however, was how worried Fred had been.
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I woke up earlier that usual the next morning. Today was Friday, my first week passed by in an open and close of eyes. I changed into my uniform and headed towards the owerly, I hoped I could find Charlie there. If not I would just borrow a school owl.
Either way, it seemed luck was on my side today. I saw the red head of Charlie Weasley walking up the stairs of the owerly, I followed him up not wanting to say a thing since he seemed to be deep in his thoughts and I didn't want to scare him. I watched him go inside the owerly and waited a couple of seconds before I followed him inside.
Once inside I saw Charlie tying three different letters to his owl. I thought about turning back but my letter was urgent, and even if he couldn't lend me his owl he could help me tie my letter to a school owl.
"Hi" I greeted Charlie from the door. He looked up and he grinned when he saw me.
"Hello Rosie, watcha doing up here?" He asked me.
"I was just wondering if I could borrow your owl? I need to send a letter to my mum." I told the boy.
"Yeah no problem, just give me the letter I will tie it with the others. If you are waiting for a response you will probably get it until tomorrow morning. Is that okay?" Charlie asked me.
"Sure, I don't mind. Thanks by the way."
"Don't mention it." I handed Charlie my letter and waited for him so we could head to the great hall together. He was doing small talk but I was sure there was something he wanted to tell me, so I looked up and said:
"Charlie, I don't mean to be rude but..." I trailed off but quickly resumed to what I was saying. "Is there something you wanted to ask me?"
"Yes actually. Fred told me about the row you had with your parents." He confessed while looking down at his feet.
"'Course he did." I muttered under my breath.
"If there is something that we could do to make you feel better, you know you can ask us right?"
"I know Charlie. Thanks but I'm fine, I promise." I told Charlie. He looked as if he wanted to argue but decided against it, instead he smiled my way and went into the great hall.
I walked over to Lee who was sitting alone. I wondered why the twins weren't with him but I figured it was because they were still sleeping. I ate breakfast and checked my time table, we had flying lessons all morning. I looked up to the clock hung over the great hall and noticed we had only five more minutes for breakfast and the twins were still sleeping. The bell rang and I grabbed two pieces of toast and wrapped them in a napkins so I could give the twins, I headed out to the training hall.
"Wonder where they are." Lee pondered out loud.
"Sleeping of course. There loss, they were both very excited about our flying lessons." I told him. Just as if we had summoned them, two red headed figures were sprinting to catch up with us. Lee and I both turned around, and sure enough Fred and George were clutching their stomachs and gasping for air.
"Did you ran all the way from the dormitories?" I asked the boys. Beside me, Lee was also clutching his stomach, but he was doing it from laughing so hard.
"Yes," Gasped George.
"Neither of you have food on your bags, do you?" Fred asked still catching his breath.
"I might have saved two pieces of toast." I merely shrugged. They both straighten up and looked up at me.
"Really?!" George asked excitedly. I nodded in his direction.
"You are the best, Rosie!" Fred exclaimed as he swung one arm around my shoulder. I gave them both their breakfast and continued to walk towards the lesson.
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At the end of the flying lesson, everyone was shaking with fear except for Fred, George, and I. Surprisingly, flying came naturally for me. I really didn't know why since I had never even rode a broom. We also had potions and History of magic for the last two classes for the day. 'Great' I thought, note the sarcasm. 'My favorite classes.'
The rest of the day passed by quickly. The twins and I decided to head down to the lake to enjoy the sun while Lee finished his paper on goblin wars. It had been a long first week of term to say the least, and I couldn't wait for the rest.