You might notice that much of the dialogue is from the original books, and so I would like to make it clear that much of it does belong to J.K. so the credit to anything you recognize will no doubt go to her. Just wanted to put this up for some of the dialogue that I did take directly from the books. I will try my best to diverge from it as I go to make it more original and my own.

The Whomping Willow

The end of the summer came too quickly for Rose's liking. She was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, but her month at the Burrow had been the happiest of her life. It made her anxious for when Mr. Weasley was finally able to get her a hearing to discuss her safety and the issue of her guardianship, so she no longer would have to return to the Dursley's. Mrs. Weasley had already promised her that even without the hearing she wouldn't let her return to her relatives. It just seemed so odd that every time Mr. Weasley had come close to getting her a hearing something would come up to become a priority and distraction from her case.

On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Rose's favorite foods, ending with a mouth watering treacle pudding for desert. The whole evening they had to try and keep Arnold, the ginger kitten that Ginny had gotten to bring with her to Hogwarts, off the table as it tried to eat their food. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blued stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.

That night before bed, Rose made sure to take out her journal and update it with the events of that day as she did every night. The journal had been a gift from her Aunt Petunia last Christmas but was locked away when she returned with the rest of her things. She had to write down everything that happened in it since she returned from school, since she wasn't able to before. She dated every entry and put in as much detail as she could. When she was done she put her journal back in her mokeskin pouch and hung it up before falling asleep in bed with Ginny as their was only one bed, they had to share.

It took a but of time getting ready the next morning. They were all up at dawn, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and stockings; People kept colliding on the stairs, half dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.

Rose couldn't see how it was possible for eight people, six large trunks, two owls, a rat and a cat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. That was before Mr. Weasley showed her exactly how everything was going to fit when he opened the trunk to show her how it had bee magically expanded so the luggage fitted easily inside, much like her mokeskin pouch.

When at last they were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced behind her in to the back seat, where Rose, Ron, Fred, George and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and smiled. Ginny turned around in her own seat next to her mother, the front seat having been stretched my magic to resemble a park bench. Around her neck hung the Aqua aura quartz crystal that Rose had gotten her for her birthday. The little girl swore she would treasure it and never take it off. She was so sweet, Rose just wish she had actually done something to deserve her admiration.

Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard. Rose turned around to take one at the house with the secure feeling of knowing that she was coming back here again at the end of the school year. At the Burrow with the Weasley's she was wanted and cared for, she actually felt like she had a home, a real home here. Suddenly George shouted that he had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks and they stopped the car so he could run back and get them. Five minutes after that they were skidding to a halt as Fred had forgotten his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny said she had left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car. They were running late and all of their tempers were running high and their patience short.

Mr. Weasley glanced at his wrist watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear—"

"No, Arthur—"

"Bu no one would see—this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed—tha'd get us up in the air—then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser—"

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight—" And her word was finale as the conversation came to an end and Mr. Weasley dared not to argue anymore.

They reached King's Cross station at at a quarter to eleven. Mr. Weasley dashed across the road to get the trolley's for their trunks and the all hurried into the station. To get to the Hogwarts Express and platform nine and three-quarters you had to go through a solid barrier dividing platform nine and ten . What you had to do is simply walk through the barrier, it didn't hurt but it had to be done carefully so that non of the Muggles notice you vanishing.

"Percy first," said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead which showed that they only had five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier. Percy strolled leisurely forward and vanished. Mr. Weasley went next; Fred and George followed.

"I'll take Ginny and you two come right after us," Mrs. Weasley told Rose and Ron, grabbing Ginny's hand and setting off. In the blink of an eye they were gone through the barrier.

"We only have a minute, so lets go together" Rose said to Ron. And after making sure Hedwig's cages was safely wedged on top of her trunk and wheeled her trolley around to face the barrier, both she and Ron bent low over the handles of their trolleys and walked purposely toward the barrier, gathering speed. A few feet away from it, they broke into a run and—

CRASH!

Both of their trolley's hit the barrier and bounced backward; Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thud, Rose was knocked down and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor causing her to give a loud indignant shriek as people stared.

"What in blazes d'you think your doing?" a guard shouted at them.

"Sorry, lost control of the trolley" Rose gasped, as she stood grasping her ribs as she got up before hobbling over to pick up Hedwig who had started to roll away. The owl was starting to make a such a a scene with her flapping and shrieking that people were starting to mutter things about animal cruelty.

"Why cant we get through?" Rose hissed at Ron.

"I dunno, it's like the gateway sealed itself or something—" Ron said as he patted and pushed at the brick. Rose looked around them nervously at the dozen of curious people staring at them and felt her head getting foggy.

'Just muggles, stupid muggles. I have to breath and calm down are I'll make even more of scene for us then Hedwig did' thought Rose.

"We're going to miss the train!" Rose said, looking up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched the hand. Ten seconds...Nine seconds...
She lined her trolley and touched the barrier and pushed with all she had. The brick remained solid. She felt ready to cry. Three seconds...two seconds...one seconds.

"It's gone, the train leaves exactly at 11 o'clock. We've missed it" Rose said, her voice breaking and her shoulders falling.

"Rose, if we cant get through, what if Mum and Dad cant get back?" Ron asked, clearly worried and starting to panic. Ron then pressed his ear to the cold stone. "Cant hear anything. What're we going to do? We don't know how long it'll take for Mum and Dad to get back to us"

They looked around to see people still staring at them. Rose took a deep breath. She couldn't handle if a crowd started to form and Hedwig wasn't helping with her continuous screeching. Rose pulled out her mokeskin from underneath her jumper and pulled out some treats that she kept for Hedwig and gave her some, her noise immediately desisting as she ate her treats. "Good girl, be quiet now"

"Maybe we should just go and wait by the car, we're drawing to much atten—"
"Rose, that's it" Ron said, his eyes large and gleaming. "The car!"

"What about it?" Rose asked, not understanding what exactly he was trying to say.

"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!" Ron explained briefly.

"But, Ron, I thought—"

"We're stuck, right? And we've got to get to school, haven't we? And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if its a real emergency, section nineteen of the Restriction of Thingy—" Rose looked unsure, she had already gotten one letter from the Ministry about underage magic that she didn't even cast herself.

"But your mum and dad..." Rose said, pushing against the barrier again in the vain hope that it would give way. "How will they get home if we take the car?"

"They don't need the car!" Ron said, starting to become impatient. "They know how to Apperate! You know, just vanish and reappear at home! They only use Floo Powder and the car because we're all underage and we're not allowed to Apparate yet..."

"Can you even fly it?" Rose asked. Though she still felt unsure with the whole idea, she couldnt help the rush of excitement she felt at the idea of flying through the sky again in the car while in the back of her mind was the image of a very angry Mrs. Weasley.

"It's no problem," said Ron, turning his trolley to face the exit. "C'mon, lets go. If we hurry we'll be able to follow the Hogwarts Express—"

After looking back at the barrier one last time, Rose turned away from it and followed Ron through the crowd of curious Muggle's out of the station and back onto the the side road where the old Ford Anglia was parked crooked. There was a part of Rose that expected Mrs. Weasley to come marching up to them worried and furious to see what they were doing, as Ron unlocked the cavernous trunk with a few taps from his wand. Together they heaved their luggage back in and put Hedwig and Scabbers in the back seat, and got in the front.

"Rose, check to make sure no one's watching," said Ron, starting the ignition with another tap of his wand. Rose stuck her head out the window: traffic was rumbling along the main road ahead, but their were no cars on their street and no Muggles walking by either.
"We're good, no ones around" Rose told him and Ron pressed a tiny silver button on the dashboard. The car around them then vanished—and so did they. Rose could hear the hum of the engine and feel the vibrations of the seat beneath her, her glasses on her nose and her hands in her lap, but for all she could see she had just become a pair of eyeballs.

"Then let's go," Ron's voice said from her right. Then the ground and the dirty building on either side began to fall away, dropping out of sight as they rose up in the air and in seconds the whole of London lay smokey and glittering beneath them. It was beautiful.

They were in the air for about two minutes before their was a popping sound and the car, Rose, and Ron reappeared.
"Uh-oh," Said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster.

"What do you mean 'uh-oh'?" Rose shouted at him, beginning to panic.

"The Invisibility Booster is faulty-" Ron explained

"Oh, I knew this was a bad idea!" Rose shouted at him as she helped him pummel the button, the car vanishing before flickering back.

"Hold on!" Ron yelled before he slammed his foot on the accelerator; they shot straight into the low, woolly clouds and everything turned dull and foggy.

"Now what?" asked Rose, blinking her green eyes at the solid mass of cloud pressing in on them from all sides.

"We need to find the train so we know what direction to go in," said Ron.

"Dip back down again-quickly-"

They dropped back beneath the clouds, and Rose fought the urge to stick her arm out the window and feel the clouds as they twisted around in their seats, squinting at the ground in search for the train.

"There, I see the tracks!" Rose yelled. "Let's go lower so we can better find the train."

Ron swooped down, passing over the deep green of the hills and came down low so he was flying right along the track itself.
"Now all we need to do is catch up to the train now that we're on the tracks" Rose smiled, her spirits raised.

"We cant be for behind" Ron said, and not a minute later Rose heard the sound of train.

"Do you hear that?" Rose turned to Ron and asked.

"We must be getting close" Ron grinned, the sound got louder, but they couldnt seem to see the train that should be ahead of them.
"Wait a minute," Rose said as the whistle of the train roared and Ron's face fell in to a terrible grimace as the two of them turned their heads to look behind them.
"AAAHHHHH!" They both screamed as they saw the train come up right behind them, so close they could clearly see the red and gold metal placket that read Hogwarts Express.

Ron swerved off of the tracks and out of the way of the train, moving up and above back in to the air. Bit he lost control, the car swerved and spun upside down until it tipped and Rose's door lurched open and she slip out with a scream, her hands grasping out and catching on to the inside handle of the door. Beneath her the train gave another whistle.

"Rose, take my hand!" Ron said, leaning over from his seat, his hand outstretched to her as she kicked the thin air beneath her helplessly. Stretching her arm up she tried to reach for his hand, their fingers only brushing. Kicking her feet harder and trying to lift herself from her hold on the door she finally grabed on to Ron's hand, only for her fingers to slip out of his grasp.

"Hold on!" Ron yelled.

"I'm trying, but your hand sweaty!" Rose screamed back, red faced and scarred as she dangled from the door. Ron took back his hand and wiped it on his sweat before reaching it back out to her. Rose stretched out again, her hand slapping with Ron's a few time until finally her was able to get a grip on her and start to pull her back up and in to the car.

The moment she was back in to the car, Ron straitened it's flying and Rose slammed the door shut, locking it this time. "I think we found the train" she said breathlessly.

"Yeah"

This time they kept themselves high, up above the train, following it through the clouds. The train itself looked liked a scarlet snake as it streaked below along the tracks.

"Due north," Said Ron checking the compass on the dashboard. "We'll fly higher up and, hide above the clouds now we know what direction we need to go and check on the train every half hour or so." Rose nodded before they flew higher up until a minute later they burst out into a blaze of sunlight. It was breath taking. A completely different world. The wheels of the car skimmed the sea of fluffy cloud, the sky was a bright and endless blue under the blinding white sun. "It's so beautiful up here"

"Yea, now all we got to worry about are airplanes" said Ron, admiring for the first time how pretty his friend was as the sunlight streamed in and made her red hair gleam and shine and her green eyes sparkle as she smiled. He felt his cheeks heat up as a blush took over.

"Ron, what is it?" Rose turned, smiling at him, her head tilted to the side as she took in the red coloring his face had taken on. Ron just shook his head, and for a long time they just stared at each other before starting to laugh; and for a long time they couldn't stop.

'This should be the only way to travel' Rose thought, as she seemed to be plunged into a fabulous dream. The car hot from the bright sunlight, flying through the sky and past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud with a glove compartment hiding a pack of toffee's that Ron and Rose shared between them.

They checked regularly on the train as the flew farther and farther north, each dip beneath the clouds showing them a different view. London was soon far behind them, replaced by neat green fields that gave way to wide, purplish moors, a great city alive with cars like multicolored ants and villages with tiny toy churches.

Several uneventful hours later, Rose had to admit that some of the fun was beginning to wear off. The toffee's had them extremely thirsty and they had nothing to drink. She and Ron had both taken off their sweaters and Rose's blouse was now sticking to the back of her seat. Their was still a beauty to the clouds, but not Rose was thinking more about the train miles below them with longing knowing she could get an ice-cold pumpkin juice from the trolley that was pushed by a plump witch.

'Why couldn't we get on to the platform' Rose thought, annoyed.

"Cant be much further can it?" croaked Ron, hour later still as the sun started to sink into their floor of cloud, staining it a deep magenta. "Ready for another check on the train?"

It was right below them, winding it's way past a snow-capped mountain. It was much darker beneath the canopy of clouds. Ron put his foot down on the accelerator and drove them up again, but as he did the engine began to whine.

Rose and Ron shared a nervous glance.

"It's probably just tired," said Ron. "It's never been this far before..."

And so they pretended not to notice the whining growing louder and louder as the sky became steadily darker. Stars were blossoming in the blackness. Rose pulled her sweater back on, trying to ignore the way the windshield wipers were now waving feebly, as though in protest.

"Not far," said Ron, more to the car than to Rose, "not far now," and her patted the dashboard nervously.

When they flew back beneath the clouds a little while later, they had to squint through the darkness for a landmark they knew.

"There!" Rose shouted suddenly, making Ron and Hedwig jump. "Straight ahead!"

Silhouetted on the dark horizon, high on the cliff over the lake, stood the many turrets and towers of Hogwarts castle. And then all of a sudden the car gave a shudder and started to loose speed.

"Come on," Ron muttered.

They were over the lake-the castle was right ahead-Ron put his foot down. There was a loud clunk, a splutter, and the engine died completely.

"Uh-oh" Rose really hated 'uh-ohs'.

The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed and heading straight for the solid castle wall.

"Noooooo!" Ron yelled, swinging the steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by mere inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, the vegetable patch, and then over the black lawns, losing altitude all the time.

Ron with one hand still on the steering wheel, took out his wand from his pocket and began to whack the steering wheel and dashboard with it-

"STOP! STOP!" he yelled, but they continued to plummet, the ground flying towards them.

"WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!" Rose shouted, gripping her seat with white knuckles as they continued there descent.

CRUNCH!

With an ear splitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Poor Hedwig was shreiking in terror in the back and Rose ignore the throbbing golf sized lump on her head from where she hit the windshield to turn in her seat and sooth her companion. To her right Ron let out a despairing moan, causing Rose to take her attention from Hedwig and focus her concern on him.

"Are you alright?" she asked him urgently, touching his face with gentle fingertips and trying to find any injuries on him that she could see.

"My wand," Ron said in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand-" and Rose did. It appeared that it had snapped, nearly in two; the tip dangling limply, held on only by a few splinters.

"Your lucky it's not your neck" Rose gave a sigh of relief, believing that his wand could be fixed up at the school.

"AHH!" Rose gave a scream as something his her side of the car with the force of a charging bull, sending her lurching sideways in to Ron just as an equally heavy blow hit the roof.

"What's happen-?" Ron gasped, stopping to stare through the windshield, and Rose looked just in time to see a branch as thick as a python pierce through the center of the windshield and Rose just managed to push off from Ron and on to the other side of the car out of the branches way. The tree that they had hit was attacking them. Its trunk was bent almost double, and it's gnarled boughs were pummeling every inch of the car it could reach..

"Aaargh!" said Ron as another twisted limp of the tree punched a large dent into his door; the windshield was now trembling under a hail of blows from knuckle like twigs and a branch as thick as a battering ram was pounding furiously on the roof, which seemed to be caving-

"Run for it!" Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but in a second he was knocked backward into Rose lap by a vicuous uppercut from another branch. On instict, Rose wrapped her arms around her friend, bending slightly over him as if to shield him.

"We're done for!" Ron moaned as the ceiling sagged. Then, all of a sudden the floor fo the car started to vibrate as the engine restarted.
"Reverse!" Rose shouted with power, and the car shot backward; the tree was still trying to him them; they could hear it's roots creaking as it nearly ripped itself out of the ground, lashing out at them as they sped out of it's reach.

"That," panted Ron, "Was close. Well done car-" Ron praised the vehicle.

The car however had reached the end pf it's tolerance with the young with and wizard. With two sharp clunks, the doors flew open and Rose felt her seat tip sideways and the next thing she realized was that she was sprawled out on the damp grass. Loud thuds, told her that the car was ejecting their luggage from the trunk; Hedwig's cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with an angry screech and sped off toward the castle without a backward look. Rose didn't blame her. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness with it rear lights blazing angrily.

"Come back!" Ron yelled after it, branding his broken wand. "Dad'll kill me!"
But the car kept driving, disappearing from view with one last snort from the exhaust.

"Can you believe our luck?" Ron asked her miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers. "Of all the tree's we could have hit, we had to go and get one that hit's back." he glances over his shoulder at the ancient tree still flailing it's branches threateningly.

"Come on, we better get up to the school..."Rose said wearily as she to eyes the frightening tree that had tried to kill them.

It hadn't at all been the arrival that they had pictured. But Rose was relieved to be back none the less. Still cold and now bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, toward the great oak front doors.

"I think the feast's already started" Ron said, dropping his trunk at the foot of the steps and walked quietly to the brightly lit windows, peering inside. "Rose, come and look-It's the sorting!" Rose rushed over and looked in with Ron.

Innumerable candles were hovering in midair over the four long crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling that always reflected the sky outside, sparkled with stars. It was just as much of a magical sight as it had been the very first time Rose had seen it.

Rose could see past the head of the already seated students, a line of scared looking first years just filling in to the hall. Ginny was among them, easily visible because of her vivid Weasley red hair. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, a bespectacled witch with her hair in a tight bun was placing the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on a stool before the newcomers.

Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts Houses(Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin) Rose remembered exactly one year ago when her own named had been called and the hat was placed on her head and muttered aloud in her ear, giving her the option of Gryffindor or Slyhtherin. The hat had told her, that if in Slyhterin, she could bring change, she could become great and so she decided to be sorted into Slytherin with the hope of making her parents proud when she became a great witch. She didn't realize Slytherin's true, and terrible reputation at the time, still having hope that it wasn't as awful as others had said.

It was worse. Though Rose only had her self to blame really. The Hat gave her a choice, and she chose Slytherin.

Rose's eyes looked past the beyond Professor McGonagall and the sorting hat to where Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. A few seats down, she saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in aquamarine colored robes. At the end of the long table was Hagrid, big and hairy, drinking deeply from his goblet.
"I don't see Professor Snape at the staff table..." Rose muttered, sounding close to concerned.

Professor Snape and her had a rough start, but towards the end of the year they had bonded over her mother. Rose had discovered that he had known her when they were school children at Hogwarts and best friends. He wasn't anyone's favorite teacher, and tended to be cruel and sarcastic and disliked almost everyone except the students from his own house, and taught potions.

"Maybe he's ill!" Ron said hopefully.

"Ron!" Rose shouted at him, her tone scolding as she glared at him disapprovingly.

"Or maybe," said a sudden cold voice from behind them "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Rose spun around, her hair whipping around her face. There in his black robes rippling in the cold wind, stood the intimidating form of Severus Snape. He was a tall, thin man with shoulder-length black hair, a hooked nose and was currently smiling in a way that told Rose and Ron they were in very deep trouble.

"Follow me," they didn't dare to disobey.

"Please, Professor, we can explain-" Rose said as they followed Snape up the steps into the vast entrance hall, lined with blazing torches that filled the hall with light. The delicious scent of the food in the Great Hall teased them, their mouths watering and stomachs rumbling with hunger.

"Silence!" Snape bellowed, and Rose flinched and pressed her lips together tightly as she and Ron continued to follow him down a narrow staircase, leading them away from the warmth and light, and instead down into the familiar passage ways of the dungeons. Halfway down the cold passageway Snape opened a door that lead into his office and ordered them both inside.

The shadowy walls of Snape's office were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated with all manor of strange things that Rose assumed was for the use of potions. The fireplace was dark and empty. After closing the door behind them Snape turned around to face the two.

"So the train isn't good enough for the two of you? Wanted to arrive with a bang instead, did you?" he said, speaking in a frighteningly soft voice.

"The barrier at King Cross sealed it's self, we couldn't get through!" Rose spoke quickly so as Professor Snape couldn't interrupt her before she was finished with her sentence. "We had to get to school, the car was the only way to travel here."

"Do you realize the severe consequences of your actions? You were seen!" he hissed, showing them the headline of the Daily Prophet: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES. He then began to read aloud to them: "Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an older car flying over the Post Office tower...at noon in the Norfolk, Mrs. Angus Fleet, of Peebles, reported to police...Six or seven Muggles in all."

"I believe your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office?" he looked up from the article and asked Ron with a nasty smile. "Dear, dear...his own son..."

Oh no! Rose hadn't thought about what would happen if anyone found out that it had been Mr. Weasley who had bewitched the car. She felt as if she had been walloped right in the stomach. If anyone found out, she might not be allowed to live with the Weasley's. And what would happen to Mr. Weasley?

"I noticed in my search of the grounds, that considerable damage has been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow," Snape went on, leaving Rose with the hope that he would overlook the matter of Mr. Weasley.

"That tree did more damage to us-" Ron blurted out.

"Silence!" Snape snapped again. "Most unfortunately, you are not in my house to punish you Mr. Weasley, and so your punishment or the decision to expel you does not rest with me. You on the other hand Miss Potter are in my house."
"Please, Professor, let me explain" Rose begged of him, clasping her hands together in front of herself.

"Do your truly believe that an excuse you could come up with could justify the exposure of our world?" he asked, expecting better from her.

"No, of course not. But I do have explanation, I tried to tell you before but you wont listen!" realizing how disrespectful she was being she flinched and covered her mouth from keeping herself from saying anymore.

"Very well, explain yourself" Snape agreed calmly, crossing his arms and waiting expectantly for her to begin.

Rose then began to explain the events that lead them to taking the car to the school. Starting with how the barrier at the station refused to let them through.

"We had no choice, Professor, we couldn't get on the train so taking the car was the only way to get to school."
"Why did you not simply send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl Miss Potter." Professor Snape said coldly to Rose.

"I—I didnt think-"
"Clearly" Snape drawled out. "I'm disappointed in you Miss Potter, I thought you far more inteligent." Rose flinched at his words, not wishing to disappoint anyone, especially her own Head of House.

"Now that I have heard what you have said, I will go and retrieve Mr. Weasley's head of house. You'll both wait her and not touch anything."

Rose and Ron turned white. Rose now felt incredibly sick. After all, Snape may not have the power to punish Ron but he did have the power to punish her. Would he really expel her? She wondered. And poor Ron. Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house was just as strict as Professor Snape. Neither of them were better off then the other.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough Professor McGonagall was accompanying him. Now, Rose has seen Professor McGonagall angry on a number of occasions, but she had never seen her this mad before. She raised her wand the moment she entered and both Rose and Ron flinched, but Professor McGonagall did not cast a spell of any sort on them but pointed her wand at the empty fireplace, where suddenly flames erupted.

"Sit." she said, and the two backed into the seats near the fire.

"I believe you have already given your explanation to Professor Snape, but I would like to hear it from you as well Mr. Weasley" Ron then launched into an exact repeat of what Rose had said earlier. As he was finishing there was a knock on the office door, and Snape, looking sullen as ever, opened it. There stood in the now opened doorway was the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.

Rose felt her blood turn cold in her veins. She had never seen Dumbledore look so grave before, and it frightened her. He stared down his crooked nose as him, and Rose couldn't help but shrink into herself.

There was a long moment of silence before Dumbledore spoke. A deafening silence that allowed the shame and embaressement of what they had done to sink even deeper into them. When the silence started to become too much and Rose was about to beg for the headmaster to say something he at last spoke. "Please explain why you did this." Rose almost wished that he had shouted, it would have been better than the disappointment in his voice.

Rose couldn't bring herself to make eye contact, and instead spoke to her feet. She did her best to tell him everything, all except that it was Mr. Weasley who had bewitched the car and explained it in a way that made it out as if Ron had simply stumbled upon the car outside the station by coincidence. She knew of course that Dumbledore would see through her lie right away, but she would take the chance in the hope of protecting Mr. Weasley and her own future with the family. Dumbledore asked no questions concerning the car. When Rose was finished, Dumbledore merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles.

"We'll go and get our stuff," said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice, and Rose felt panic clutch at her heart.

"What on earth are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall barked.

"Well, your going to expel us, aren't you?"said Ron.

NO! Rose wanted to shout, she even opened her mouth to do so but no words would sound. The fear of expulsion and what it meant choked her and squeezed down on her heart. What would happen now? Would she return to the Weasley's with Ron or would they send her back to the Dursley's. She shook at the mere thought of being suffering her uncle's tyranny and abuse once more.

"Not today, Mr. Weasley" Rose looked quickly to Dumbledore with a look relief, her tiny figure relaxing from the stiff posture it had gone into do to the stress. "But I must impress on both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both of your families tonight-" something about the Dursley's being called her family had sparked something dark and angry inside of Rose that caused her to snap.

"They are not my family. They're monsters!" she shouted at them, the room falling silent as the adults in the room looked to her with surprise, her outburst startling them all. "You best just send a second letter to the Weasley's because I'm living with them now. I'll never return to the Dursley's! "

"We will discuss this in private at a later time, Rose" Dumbledore said to her in a calming voice that only seemed to agitate Rose.

"There is nothing to discuss, Sir. When the school term ends I will be going home to the Weasley's and never see the Dursley's again. Mrs. Weasley promised."
"That wasn't a promise she had the right to make I am afraid." he tells her with a sad shake of his head.

"Why? Because she a witch like me? A kind woman who takes care of me, who heals my injuries and comforts me when I'm afraid? I should have never had to grow up with those muggles, and I will never forgive the person who left me with them to be locked away and abused by them" she spat, speaking the word 'muggle' as if it was poison on her tongue.

"What do you mean 'abused'?" Rose had almost forgotten the presence of Professor Snape and turned to him, the burning expression that he was showing made the volume of her own emotions all but a tiny flickering flame.

"We'll discus this as a later and far more appropriate time, Severus" Dumbledore pierced him with a strict stare that had the man pushing back his shoulders in rebellious posture but he said no more. "I must now return to the feast, I've got to give out a few notices. Come now, Severus, I believe you will find any punishment that Professor McGongall's decides on appropriate." Dumbledore continued then with a smile, ushering the man out of his own office.

The look Snape gives Rose as he leaves is a forweign one compared to his usual expressions. She dared to assume it might have been concern. Though he must not have been all that worried about her if he was leaving her to face Professor McGongall's wrath.

"It would be best if we took you to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding."

"Not very much," Ron said with a shrug, wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve. "Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted-"

"The Sorting Ceremony is over," Ron slumped in disappointment. "Your sister is also in Gryffindor."
"Oh, good." Ron smiled, as did Rose. Ginny would make a wonderful Gryffindor, and this way she would also be with her family.

"What will our punishment be, Proffesor?" Rose asked, looking down at her now scuffed shoe's.
"Detention."

Professore McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it at Snape's desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets, and a jug of iced pumpkin juiced appeared with a pop.

"You will eat in here and then go straight to your dormitory's," she said. "I too must now return to the feast."

When the door closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.
"I thought we had it," he said, taking a sandwich.

"Uh huh," Rose agreed halfheartedly, her thoughts and concerns focused on something else entirely. Ron seemed to see right into her head, reading her thoughts.

"Don't worry, Rose, Mum and Dad wont let them take you back to those awful Muggle's. Believe in them," Ron told her, leaning over and patting her hand before grabbing another sandwich.

"Can you believe our luck, though?" Ron said with a moutful of chicken and ham. "Fred and George must've flown that car five or six times and no one Muggle ever saw them." he swallowed and took another huge bite while Rose poured herself a drink of the pumpkin juice. "Why couldn't we get through barrier?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling is has something to do with Dobby?" Rose said, taking a swif of her pumpkin juice.

"The house elf you told us about?" she nodded. "Why on earth would he try so hard to keep you from coming to Hogwarts?"

"That's what worries me the most; his pure desperation to keep me away. What's is he afraid of that will hurt me here?" Ron didn't have the answer, no one but Dobby had the answer.

When the two had eaten as many sandwiches they could (the plate kept refilling itself), they rose and left the office, eventually splitting up to go to their individual houses.

The cold dungeons of Hogwarts were as eerie and silent as ever before. When she finally arrived at the stone wall that would open and lead into the Slytherin dormitory, Rose realized that she wasn't informed of this years password.

"There you are! Where on earth have you been? Why weren't you on the train? I was so worried about you—what were you thinking taking a flying car!?" Turning around Rose saw Tracey dashing towards her.

"Can we skip the lecture for the moment, I'm exhausted. Can you just please tell me this years password?" Rose pleaded. Tracey sighed and shook her head before moving around Rose to stand before the stone wall.
"Hydra." the stone wall shifted and rotated until it revealed the passage to the common room.

"Not good enough for the train now, are you, Potter?" Draco Malfoy greeted her as she entered. Rose decided to keep her reply short and simple

"The barrier was sealed. We clearly panicked and did what we could to get to school. Now i'm going to bed, goodnight and I will see you in the morning." walking past everyone in the common room, with Tracey at her back, Rose made her way straight for the girls dorm room's. Tomorrow she would have to face everyone's questions tomorrow, but for that night Rose just wanted to sleep.

TBC

Dumbledore is not a bad guy in this, he just simply has his own opinion on what he thinks is best for Rose and protecting her, he does what he does out of good intention not realizing the harm that he brought upon Rose my placing her with the Dursley's and now he has to think about her future protection.

Sorry it took so long to update.

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