A/N: I made some heavy changes to this story, whilst keeping the same flavor and plot that were supplied by SilverAegis. It will be glaringly obvious when you reach them, so all I really have to say is, enjoy and review if the fancy strikes you.
Harry's spine popped painfully as he sat up from the cold, damp ground. His head was throbbing uncomfortably and the bright afternoon sunlight didn't help matters. He moaned weakly and began to massage his temples in an attempt to stave off the migraine. 'Damn,' he thought. 'All the spells I can use and I don't know one to cure a simple headache.'
It had been two years since he defeated Voldemort and almost as long since he broke off contact from his family and friends in the U.K. For most of that time he had traveled the world and learned new things. For the first time in his life, Harry was truly free. There was no war he had to worry about, no people who would nag at him on how to rule his life or smitten girls who annoyed him.
He wasn't exactly happy, but for the first time in his life he was content.
As he dropped his hands from his head he noticed that they were less callused and scarred, and the painful crick he had in his right shoulder wasn't there anymore. Moving and twisting his body experimentally, Harry was ecstatic to find that he felt better than he had since he was still at Hogwarts. 'That coming from a twenty two year old is actually pretty sad,' he though with a wry smile. 'I shouldn't feel this old.' But then, Harry's trained mind finally caught up with him. Why did he feel better? He wondered. And with a cursory glance at his watch, he wondered also why he had slept well past noon.
Almost automatically, he rose to his feet, not even noticing that both the sleeping bag that he was supposed to be sleeping on and his camping gear were not there. With a wave of his hand he conjured a simple hand mirror and hovered it in front of himself, gasping at what he saw. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old! Just how the hell had that happened? He changed the mirror to a full length one and stared disbelievingly at his reflection. He twisted and turned and lifted his shirt to get a better look at himself. It seemed that, for what ever reason, he had de-aged physically to about seventeen years old. It was complete enough that even the scars he had acquired since then had disappeared.
Stepping away from the clearing he was in, Harry finally noticed that his camping gear had come up missing. Also, by the looks of his surroundings, he was back on Hogwarts grounds, just a little ways from Hagrid's hut. 'I hope I haven't been sleeping apparating again.' Harry thought to himself.
But before he had the chance to observe his surroundings any closer or find his lost campsite, he heard what sounded like someone sniffling and sobbing near by. Putting the thoughts about returning back to his campsite aside for a few moments, he turned his attention to finding the person who was crying. It didn't take him long to find the girl. She was curled in a ball, her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her long red hair was in disarray as she rocked herself back and forth in her misery.
Harry began walking toward the little red head as she sobbed her heart out, intent on comforting her. Harry never was good with crying girls, but one thing was certain; he felt an overwhelming need to comfort her. "Hey there, are you ok?" Harry asked crouching near the young girl.
When the red head girl turned her head to him in surprise, Harry was shocked to see what he was seeing: A miniature copy of his mother…
The red head girl gasped when she saw him. "Dad…?" She whispered in a state of shock.
Harry was shocked to hear her call him dad, hell he would have called her mum if it wasn't for the fact that he knew she was too small to be his mother. His face showed a momentary expression of shock before he schooled his features into a more comforting mask of cheerfulness. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your father." he said with a laugh. "You're much too old and way too pretty to be a child of mine."
She giggled and smiled a little bit sadly. Of course, she thought, he looked no older then seventeen or eighteen.
Harry then noticed something on the little girl's forehead. It was a familiar looking lightning bolt scar that he had once possessed. Two years ago, after he had destroyed Voldemort during the final battle, his scar had disappeared, but the parseltongue ability that Voldemort had given him, still remained. But before Harry could ask the girl anything about her scar, the girl who was giving him a curious expression spoke.
"Umm… who are you? I have never seen you here at Hogwarts before." The girl said giving him a curious look while she was slowly edging her hand near her wand. He wasn't wearing Hogwarts robes and so she was immediately suspicious.
Harry saw her 'discreet' movement and had wandlessly summoned her wand to his hand before she was even close to touching hers. She stared up at him with a wide eyed and horrified look. He knew that look; it was a look people had when were helpless. But why would she look at him like that? Didn't she know who he was? He would never attack an innocent person, especially an innocent girl. Still, Harry was sure that she posed no threat with or without her wand. It was mostly a reflex action on his part; pounded into him from years of war. Harry sighed and with a rueful smile, handed her wand back. "Sorry," he said. "I saw you reaching for your wand and…well…reflexes and all. I don't mean you any harm, here, take it." Harry said, his smile changing to a warmer one.
The girl took her wand and sighed in relief. Fortunately, she didn't notice the small gold and scarlet sparks that spit from the end as she took it. "No…I'm sorry," she said back. "It's just… I have been through a lot lately. I'm not sure you heard, but my name had just been pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, for the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"Tri-Wizard Tournament?" Harry asked with an arched eyebrow. What exactly was she talking about? Did she just say the Goblet of Fire? What Tri-Wizard Tournament? The Tournament hadn't been held since his 4th Year. He was pretty sure if the Ministry of Magic was planning to hold the Tournament again, he would have been notified. Thinking that this girl maybe not right in the head, he decided to get up to leave, but she had quickly grabbed his arm.
"Wait, please don't leave. I… I feel safe… when you're close… for some reason…" She trailed off with a blush and began to twiddle her thumbs nervously.
Harry smiled a little sadly at her and plopped down fully on the grass next to her. "So… what's your name?" he asked.
She gawked at him. "You don't know who I am?" She asked. Harry shook his head with a bemused expression on his face. Seeing his look of confusion, she knew he didn't know as he looked simply lost. "My name is Rose, Rose Lily Potter." She said quietly. She expected Harry to glance up at her scar and then begin babbling for her autograph or some sort of reaction. She wasn't disappointed.
Harry froze, and all the blood drained from his face. Did he hear right? No… it couldn't be… He turned away from her and glanced suspiciously at her from the corner of his eye.
"You really don't know who I am?" She asked again while blushing under the scrutiny of his gaze. He was more handsome then her crush Cedric Diggory! With is handsome face, piercing green eyes, and windswept, messy hair, not to mention that his clothes did nothing to hide his physique, no doubt any normal girl would be swooning and feeling like jelly if they were in her position.
Harry nodded a bit wearily. Something was definitely wrong here.
"I'm," Rose began to look uncomfortable shade of red. She took a deep breath and spoke again in a shy voice. "I'm Rose Potter, The Girl Who Lived. How could you not know about me?" she asked quietly and confusedly.
Harry lost his cool facade at the sound of her name and public title, and his jaw dropped. No way could she be who she claimed to be. He was the last living Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. What was going on here? Harry's mind began whirling over every theory he could come up with, from wild magic, to poison mushrooms. Rose giggled at his gob-smacked expression. Snapping out of his daze, Harry scrambled to his feet and began to pace back and forth a few feet from her. Usually he would stun first and ask questions later, but for some reason he felt compelled to believe the girl.
Harry's sudden change in demeanor startled Rose. "Umm… what's wrong? Is there something wrong with me being The Girl Who Lived?" She whispered looking hurtful that someone who was genuinely kind to her a second ago was now reacting different to her because she was The Girl Who Lived. She had expected blind praise, not sudden caginess, and it especially hurt since her friends had abandoned her.
Harry quickly reassessed the situation and began to weave a simple plan. It would be best to roll with everything for the time being, and figure things out as he went along. He didn't feel like he was in any danger. "No, no, it's not that," Harry said waving it off. Either this girl was barmy or the mushrooms he had had for dinner the night before were more potent than even he had thought. Definitely need to go with it… "My name is Harry," he said sticking his hand out for a hand shake. "Nice to meet you."
Rose tentatively took his hand, "Harry…" she said testing out his name. "That's a nice name."
Harry nodded absentmindedly as his mind stuck on one possible theory. He drew his wand and, with a short wave, said, "Tempus Balanus." Blue letters and numbers ghosted from his wand and hovered in front of him.
November 1, 1994
Harry was stunned… He was in 1994! The Year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the year that Voldemort had been reborn. Somehow he had been thrust, not only back in time, but into a an alternate dimension. 'Merlin's beard, that explains why this girl says she's The Girl Who Lived and is participating in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I'm in analternate reality where I was born a girl!' Harry rubbed his temples trying to stave of the migraine that was quickly developing.
Nothing was ever normal for Harry Potter…
"Do you go to Hogwarts Harry? Sorry, stupid question. Of course you're not from Hogwarts. You're not wearing a uniform and I know I wouldn't have missed a nice looking face as you." She said turning pink as she realize what she had just said. "Are you from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang?"
"No," Harry replied back as he had fought down the headache that was coming and at the same time, was trying to get his act together. He needed information at the moment, where he was, what was going on, and what to do now, but that would come later. First, he was going to try and extract information from this girl named Rose, The Girl Who Lived. He took note that parts of the castle that should be destroyed from the war against Voldemort were still standing, meaning that he really was in an alternate reality. "I don't belong to any school. I've been home schooled most of my life."
"Oh, what brings you to Hogwarts?" Rose asked, smiling at him. "Here for the tournament?
"Yeah, pretty much," Harry replied absentmindedly, as he glanced around at his surroundings. There were so many things that Harry had seen destroyed in the war. The Hogwarts Lake was still full; the maelstrom of spells hadn't yet dried it up. The castle itself stood proud and undamaged against the Scottish sky. 'This is so very strange,' thought Harry.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the two.
"So," said Harry, trying to break up the awkwardness of the situation. "You said you were picked as Hogwarts Champion?"
"Not quite," replied the red head looking at him uncertainly. "I was picked under some nameless school. I don't know how, but someone snuck my name into the Goblet of Fire and my name came out right after Cedric Diggory as the 4th Champion. You believe me right?"
Harry nodded to the girl and he began to brain storm again. He felt sorry for Rose, as he himself was in the exact same situation that she was in only eight years ago. He decided then and there to help her.
"You don't seem too surprised," Rose stated when she noticed Harry's thoughtful glance.
"Oh no, I am surprised," he said. And he was, just not that Rose was champion. "You don't strike me as the kind of person that would lie...unless you absolutely had to. I don't think you'd want to like about something like this. So, if you say you didn't put your name in the Goblet, I believe you."
Smiling, Rose knew then that Harry was a kind person. "Thank you," she said with a relieved sigh. "You are the only person who seems to believe me. My friends all abandoned me thinking I was lying to them."
Harry knew how the red head felt, as he was in the same position as her when he had been chosen as Champion in his dimension, but at least Hermione stayed on his side. "I'm the only one?" Harry asked in confirmation.
Rose nodded to the messy haired, green eyed teenager. "Yes, even my friend Hermione didn't believe me and she was the person least likely to leave me." She said in a hurt and sad voice.
"What about your family?" Harry questioned in a quiet hoping voice. The thought of the Dursleys raising a witch curled his toes, but one look at her petite and malnourished form told him everything. "Did you try and talk to them for any advice?"
Rose gave him a bitter laugh, and shook her head sadly. "My family," she spat the word as if it were something foul, "don't like me. They hate me and detest my very existence. I doubt they would give me advice. They'd probably just tell me to die or something…"
Definitely sounds like the Dursleys, Harry thought.
"I take it you don't like them either," Harry said with a small comforting smile. "Well, you're not the only one who dislikes their family."
Rose glanced up at him with a look of confusion. "Say Harry, you didn't tell me what your last name was. Would you mind telling me?" She asked in a small voice as she was looking at his eyes and hair closely. There was something very familiar about him. She did mistake him for her father when they first met.
Harry wasn't sure if he should tell her the truth or not. He figured at this point that if Rose was anything like him at that age, she was just starting to become suspicious of people and detested not being given any information. He figured it wouldn't hurt anything to tell her an embellished version of the truth. "Potter," he said. Rose's eyes widened almost comically, and Harry was pretty sure he knew exactly what was going through her mind. "I'm your cousin." It wasn't exactly the truth, but a version of it.
Rose looked surprised and shocked at what he had just said and suddenly she was a million miles away. Another Potter? She hoped this wasn't a dream. Perhaps now she would never have to go back to the Dursley's again.
"Is that why you were asking for my last name? You wanted to know why I resembled your father." Harry laughed and shook his head at Rose's stunned nod. "It's because we're family. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner." Rose simply started at him with a mixture of shock and hope written on her face. "I never really knew my family either. My parents were killed when I was a baby, a lot like yours, but I was sent to live with my aunt in London." Harry was enjoying the expressions that crossed Rose's face; shock, joy, confusion, then finally disbelief.
"But, what about your eyes, they're green. I never heard of any Potter's with green eyes." Rose said hesitantly. Harry's story had a lot of holes in it. Who exactly were his parents anyway? He definitely looked like a Potter, with his disheveled black hair, but Professor Lupin never mentioned that her father had any siblings. Perhaps one of his parents was a squib. She had heard about Hermione about pureblood families disowning their children when they discovered that the child was a squib. Perhaps that's why, but still, the Potters didn't sound like a family that would do something like that.
"Like yours, from my mother's side," Harry answered. "It seems Potter men have a thing for red haired, green eyed beauties."
Rose blushed at the veiled compliment. She blinked up at him for a few seconds before suddenly standing with a sob and embracing Harry in a rib cracking hug.
Once again mortified that the girl was crying, Harry began to wonder why girls were so emotional. Hesitantly, he returned her hug and rubbed soothing circles on her back till she calmed down. "It's ok," he crooned. "What's wrong?"
Between hiccups, Rose explained that she was happy that she finally had family that cared for her, and she eventually calmed down. The two of them spent the next few hours walking the grounds and getting to know each other better. While they were talking, Harry told her about his 'life' and about how his parents were killed as well as hers during Voldemort's reign. He explained it to her on how he was raised by his grandmother who was a muggle, from his mother's side. He told her how his grandparents were devoutly religious and upon finding out that Harry was a wizard, tried to 'cleanse' the magic from him. Rose nodded sympathetically as she knew exactly where Harry was coming from, what with her aunt and uncle. Harry told her how an old friend of his parents had come to visit one night and arranged a private tutoring schedule for Harry under the guise of a 'Gifted and Talented Students' tutor, to teach him about magic. Then, once he came of age, he left his grandparents house without ever saying goodbye.
Rose told Harry about the Dursleys and about growing up in the cupboard under the stairs, and her cousin, Dudley who constantly beat her up. She told him about how the half giant, Hagrid, rescued her one night and told her about her heritage and how she was really a witch. She told him all about her first year, and how she was the youngest chaser in a century. Harry laughed and told her that he played seeker himself. She told him happily about meeting Ron and Hermione, and how they defeated a troll that Halloween. Rose even managed to get through the fight with Quirrel without her voice hitching. She explained how she had rescued Ginny in her second year, and how Ginny had developed a hero worship complex because of that, but was still a good friend. Rose didn't notice the shadow that passed over Harry's face at the mention of Ginny. Rose was a bit hesitant to mention Sirius, but relented with Harry's warm and encouraging smile. Harry smiled fondly when Rose spoke Sirius and her adventures in third year, her voice overflowing with love and happiness. Harry vowed then and there to make sure Rose stayed happy.
Surprisingly, there was no Golden Trio at Hogwarts. Their group was made up of four people: Rose, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. It was a surprise for Harry when he found out that the three of them turned against Rose after finding out that she was named the 4th Champion.
To Harry, everything was the same as his dimension as she told him about her 3rd year, except this time, Ginny had accompanied the group to the Shrieking shack. Rose had stopped both Sirius and Lupin from killing Pettigrew and Pettigrew had gotten away when Lupin had transformed.
The first major difference, other than Rose being a girl, came in the aftermath of the Qudditch World Cup. Instead of Winky using Rose's wand to conjure the dark mark, she had used Ron's wand. You would think someone would be worried and distraught the thought of their wand being used to conjure the Dark Mark, but Ron wasn't. He actually seemed happy with the attention and seemed eager to tell anyone who would listen about it. Harry was sure yet, but at the moment, he had an awful feeling that things were going to be worse for Rose than they were for himself.
Harry couldn't explain it, but after getting to know Rose, he felt an odd connection with her. At first, he had thought it was maybe because she was his alternate self, but he wasn't exactly sure. He thought it was perhaps sibling love, as she could be her sister, but even that didn't feel right. All he knew was that he had an overwhelming desire to keep her happy and safe.
"You know, this probably wont make any sense, but it feels like I've known you all my life," Rose whispered in a soft caring voice as she smiled up at Harry warmly. Today had become the happiest day of her life, and not even the thought of having to put up with the entire jealous and envious school could have dampened her feelings.
"Me too," said Harry a little remorsefully as he couldn't help but feel guilty for lying to the little red head.
As the two sat next to each other in comfortable silence by the lake, they watched the squid swim lazily across the surface and play with some students from the castle. Before they knew it, the sky was turning dark and the sun was at the brink of the horizon, about to disappear. Neither had said a word for an hour while both were comfortable just sitting next to each other. While Rose was snuggled against Harry's shoulder, Harry was busy thinking about his situation.
Compared to the dimension he came from from, he really didn't mind living in this one where no one would bother him because he wasn't The Boy Who Lived anymore. He was just some everyday wizard. In his original world, almost everything around him was in ruin. His long standing friendships with Ron and Hermione eventually collapsed; Ron because of jealousy and Hermione because of stress. The three of them went their separate ways. Harry began to wander, looking for power and help defeating Voldemort. Hermione became a recluse, simply studying spells and magic theory. Ron was perhaps the worst. He gave in to Riddles promises and joined the death eaters. Eventually, their paths crossed again. It was horrible…
Hermione was raped and murdered by Ron when he discovered that she did not have any feelings for the red head. Instead, she had unreciprocated love for Harry. Despite it all, Harry still loved his friends, and Ron's betrayal cut him deeply. With Ron's betrayal and Hermione's death known to the Order, Harry's relationship with was the next relationship to collapse. The stress of having lost two of her best friends, one of whom was family, finally made her snap. She and Harry had a fight, and she screamed that everything was his fault. She even went so far to say that his parents and Sirius deaths were his entire fault as well.
When things had finally calmed down, she had tried her best to reconcile their relationship, but Harry did not want to put up with her excuses. He knew she had only said those mean words in a fit of anger and stress, but her words were really painful. He shook his head, trying to banish the depressing thoughts away. He really didn't want to think about Ginny right now. Besides, this new dimension offered a fresh start, and a new, but not unwelcome responsibility.
Looking down at Rose, he noticed that she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. 'Poor girl, I bet she wasn't able to sleep well with the thought of being friendless.' Harry thought, remembering how the red head had black rings around her eyes. He himself had lost sleep in his fourth year when Ron turned his back on him.
"Hey Rose, wake up." He said in a soft whisper. "I think you might need to go back to the castle."
Harry smiled softly at how Rose had rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "Whazzat?" She mumbled, snuggling closer into his side with a cute little grunt. "I don't wanna…"
Harry couldn't blame her for feeling comfortable with him. When he had been in his 4th Year, he would have been happy to discover that he had a living magical relative. He wouldn't have wanted to part with a relative who he had just met for a short while either.
"Rose, come on, wake up," said Harry. "You've got to get back to the castle."
"Don't want to," she whined softly as she pulled away from him and began stretching.
Harry finally noticed just how thin and bony Rose really was. Her robes hung loosely from her gaunt frame, and Dudley's cast off did nothing to help. 'Was I really that skinny and bony at her age?' thought Harry realizing that she should be at the age where she was starting mature physically. 'Then again, she was malnourished for so long, she is probably going to remain skin and bone all her life unless I…'
"Hey Rose, how often do you eat at the Dursleys?" He said as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He already knew the reason why, but he had to ask as to not draw suspicion when he helped her. Since he was apparently stuck in this alternate reality and was unsure when or if he was to return, needed to get together a plan to help her.
Rose glanced at Harry nervously. She noticed he was looking at her appraisingly, though not in a perverted way, but in a way Mrs. Weasley would to make sure she was eating well or not. Deciding to tell the truth, she spoke in a soft voice. "I told you before, the Dursleys don't like me. So they don't really feed me that well and I am treated as..."
"I understand," Harry said making a placating gesture with his hands. "Would you like to get into shape?"
Rose frowned slightly at this. She didn't know how to take that statement. "As in working out?" she asked hesitantly.
"Something liked that, but what I'm talking about is, if you follow my directions closely, in a month, you'll be as healthy as your everyday fourteen-year-old girl. Maybe even prettier then the rest of your classmates." Harry said. He frowned when he realized what he had just said. "Of course, you're beautiful now Rose, but what I'm trying to say is you look a bit underfed and malnourished. If you follow my directions just right, you'll feel stronger and less tired whenever you run to your classes."
Rose pondered what Harry said. "You said in only a month? How is that possible?" As far as she knew, it took months, not weeks, to get one's self into shape.
"Easy," said Harry stopping in the courtyard. He did not want to draw attention of himself to the public just yet. "I have can make nutrient and vitamin potions. If you eat properly and exercise daily, you'll look so beautiful; you'll put Fleur to shame."
With a giggle, Rose immediately agreed. She was a bit tired of looking like a waif when she was rightfully fourteen-years-old. "I'll do it, when do we start?" said Rose looking at Harry hopefully.
"Tomorrow possibly," Harry said distractedly. He had nowhere to stay and no money at all besides what he had on his person. He was stranded here with only his wand and weapons that were strapped to his inside robes. Luckily, he had shrunken his trunk and it managed to travel along with him to this dimension. "I'll contact you tomorrow before you go to class."
"Okay," she chirped in a warm voice as she gave him a big hug. "Thank you so much, Harry."
Harry returned her hug. "Rose, can you do me a favor?" he asked
"Sure," shrugged Rose.
"Don't tell anyone about me," Harry said softly and seriously. "Not even Dumbledore or Sirius. Speaking of Sirius, don't forget to send him a letter about the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"What do you think would happen once everyone finds out that The Girl Who Lives has a cousin who is a Wizard? They are going to hound you and me for questions on where I came from and I really don't want to be annoyed. You should know it feels to have admirers coming up to you and bothering you with questions or pictures." Harry said thinking about some of his former classmates in his old dimension.
Rose nodded in understanding. An image of the Creevey brothers popped in her head. "Yeah, now since you mention it, it makes sense," Rose grumbled softly at the memories of Valentines day and how so many guys had tried to ask her to go out with them because she was The Girl Who Lived. She had received so many letters last year, almost all the Owls in the Great Hall that morning was their for her.
"Now, for the reasons why I don't want you to tell Sirius, is because he has a knack at being a bit to curious and should remain in hiding, not wandering around in broad day light when all of the Aurors in the Wizard World are given orders to cast first, ask questions later," Harry spoke softly at the thought of being able to see his godfather alive again. Even though it had been years since his godfather's demise from the Veil of Death, he had still missed him terribly. "As for Dumbledore, well, I have a feeling he wouldn't trust me. I get the feeling that he would mostly likely try to separate us should he find out about me. I'll be honest with you Rose… The thought of losing you is terrifying. Now that I've met you, I don't think it'll be easy for me to just abandon you after hearing about those Dursleys, not to mention, just how lovable you are."
Rose responded by giving him another big hug. Like Harry, she felt the same way. After being able to meet the last surviving family she had left after Sirius, she did not want to let him go. If she had to, she wouldn't give him up without a fight. "I promise I won't tell them anything," Rose promised.
"Good, because if you do, I won't be able to help you become an Animagus." Harry said tempting her, knowing that it would definitely make her consider not telling anyone.
"Really?" Rose asked excitedly. She always wanted to become an Animagus after hearing about how her father and godfather were.
"Yes," said Harry, with a mischievous smile. "I figure that every Potter should be an animagus. But only if you keep your gob zipped."
"Oh Harry! I promise I won't tell anyone! I swear it!" she said practically strangling him.
"Yeah," said Harry as he tried to pry the excited red head from him. "But first, I need to get you back in shape. You can't turn into an Animagus if you're skin and bone." Rose nodded happily to her cousin. Not only was she able to meet her cousin today, she was going to be an Animagus! "Now off you go," Harry said softly as he nudged her toward the main doors of the castle. "I'll contact you soon."
"Okay," Rose said with a small wave, "Good bye."
"Rose?" He said getting her attention as he had just realized something. Rose stopped in the threshold of the door and turned around. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?" Rose nodded with out hesitation. "Ok then, hold on." Harry pulled his wand and pointed it at Rose's forehead. "Defero Lonquito" he muttered, and a small blue rune glowed briefly on her forehead. Harry repeated the spell on himself.
"What…?" Rose started, but Harry interrupted her.
"That spell gives me the ability to speak to you in your mind, and you to talk to me whenever you need to." Harry told her mentally. He didn't mention that it prevented Legimancers from reading her thoughts and gave her an automatic Occulmency barrier. It was a powerful forgotten spell he had discovered on one of his trips to Egypt. Only exceptionally powerful wizards or witches could cast the spell and there were only a handful of people alive that could even perform it if they knew the spell.
"Wow!" Rose shouted. "How do I speak to you?
"Think what you want to tell me while keeping me in your thoughts." Harry explained.
Rose's face screwed up in concentration and her tongue stuck from the corner of her mouth cutely. "Harry, can you hear me?" Rose said testing out the mental link.
"I hear you," He said out loud.
"Wow, that's so cool," Rose said excitedly, unable to control her emotions. "So I can contact you anytime I want?"
"Yes, but you will have to see me every two weeks anyway so I can renew the spell on you. This is probably the best way to cheat on a test, don't you think?"
"You're right," said Rose with a giggle as she thought of the possibilities of being able to work her way through any test. Maybe Harry would help her on her exams and possibility her O.W.L.S. next year!
"Anyhow, another thing is, the spell also has its special uses. If you give me permission, I can read some of your thoughts or if you want, I can even see and hear things from where you're point of view, and visa versa."
Rose nodded though she didn't understand at all.
"The only bad thing about this spell is that it takes constant magic when we contact each other. The spell uses the magic of who ever opens the link first, so make sure you close the link right away if you notice you're tired. Oh, another important thing is the farther we are apart, the more magic is drained. So make sure you use it only when you are in desperate need of advice or something important needs to be said, okay?"
Her only reply was a nod and a hug.
"Now, I need to go and you need to get back inside," said Harry. He gave her a kiss on the forehead goodbye.
Rose blushed a bright shade of red from the kiss. Though Harry was her cousin and he had only kissed her on the forehead, she felt a tingly, excited feeling all over her body. She tried her best to ignore the feelings she knew to be a crush, but she couldn't help but admire how handsome her cousin looked and how nice he was.
"Bye Harry," Rose said waving him goodbye glumly as he had walked away. Though it was only for a few seconds, she missed him terribly already.