When a rose grows thorns
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,188
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3
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Currently Reading:
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an unexpected face
DISCLAIMER: all Jo’, but Rose!
SUMMARY:
“You want to know who her great uncle is don’t you Harry? And you Hermione? Well, Rose’s surname is not Erodmud as we have told everyone, it’s an anagram. Her real name is Rose -”
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CHAPTER 3
“- Dumbledore. We changed her name to Erodmud to confuse others, and gave her the middle name of Bel. Dumbledore is her great uncle, he’s been teaching her in the evenings and at weekends. During the day Rose works in Weasley’s Wizard Weezes to earn her rent, her godmother pays for all her school supplies.”
Harry and Hermione’s jaws had dropped again in disbelief, when they had flooed Ron with the news he had just laughed and called them ‘stupid pillocks’. Harry had ran to his trunk and pulled out the wedding pictures of his parent’s again; there at the back of the wedding couple stood a pair of dark haired beauties in green bridesmaid dresses and their partner’s. Charlotte Dumbledore waved frantically at him while Caroline Granger pulled funny faces behind his dad’s back. They had never been in the picture before, the floorboards squeaked behind him and he turned to see Caroline looking at him with pity in her eyes.
“Me and Lottie had a charm put on us for the wedding so we would only appear in he photo’s after we had revealed our secret to the world. My copy will finally be able to be put on the mantle next to the photo’s of my wedding and Lottie’s. Sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner Harry.” She looked at him with her fathomless dark blue eyes and smiled.
“I understand Mrs. Granger. Hermione came first, my mum did the same thing.”
“So did Lottie. She and Tom were killed by He-who-must-not-be-named two days before your parents. She knew it was going to happen, she gave Rose to her godmother to look after. It was the last time anyone saw her or Tom. Poor Minerva getting landed with a baby at her age, she loves her like her own though.”
Hermione looked at her mother through narrowed eyes,
“Minerva? McGonagall? Rose’s godmother?”
“The very same. But you know Hermione, me and Lottie did a lot of things the same. Even godparents -” Caroline left it hanging.
“You mean Professor McGonagall is my godmother too?!”
Caroline Granger laughed at the dumbstruck look on her daughter’s face, and nodded. Suddenly, the doorbell went and she stood up.
“You two better be packed for tomorrow, I’m not coming back from King’s Cross for left behind quills or homework assignments!” With that she had walked out of the room leaving the two shocked teens behind her.
They were now pulling into the tiny driveway of White Creek Cottage, barely enough room for a Ford Fiesta, the Ford Mondao was scraping the hedge on either side. Fighting the branches they all got out of the car and walked up the tiny stepping stone path to the white oak door of the cottage. The door creaked open to reveal a sunny entrance hall, no one was standing there. Looking down they all saw a tabby cat on the doorstep looking at them intently.
“It’s okay Minerva, I told them.” Caroline told the cat.
Professor McGonagall transformed back into herself before them with a smile on her face. There was a clattering from behind her as a heavy trunk fell down the rickety stairs. Wincing, Professor McGonagall turned and walked to the bottom of the stairs.
“Rose! The house is old enough, we don’t want it crumbling anymore! Your aunt and uncle are here! Get downstairs!” She shouted upstairs.
The Granger’s and Harry piled into the airy hallway as someone ran down the stairs and knocked into Hermione. The girl matched Harry’s friend inch for inch in height and their hair was the exact same shade. Her toned figure showed the sun with their glow and sprinkling of freckles. As she turned to face him he saw her eyes were the exact same shade as her aunt’s with a depth of sadness that was quickly replaced by a twinkle of mischief. He was so entranced with the vision before him that he was startled when her hand shot out to him and shook his.
“Nice to meet you too Mr. No voice.” She laughed with a melodic voice.
Harry turned red as Hermione laughed behind him. Making a mental note to hex her later he said hi back as Rose picked up her trunk and dragged it to the car. As Frank Granger tucked it in beside the other two in the boot Harry saw the words ‘Rose Dumbledore’ sparkle in multicoloured twinkles. Rose saw him looking and grinned,
“I felt like making myself stand out a little, you know? Be original!”
Harry muttered that she would stand out anyway but she didn’t hear him as Frank had started the car engine. He got in beside Rose and tried to fix his attention on the scenery around him instead of the intoxicating vixen next to him. This journey was going to test all of his emotions and thoughts, and he meant ALL.
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SUMMARY:
“You want to know who her great uncle is don’t you Harry? And you Hermione? Well, Rose’s surname is not Erodmud as we have told everyone, it’s an anagram. Her real name is Rose -”
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
CHAPTER 3
“- Dumbledore. We changed her name to Erodmud to confuse others, and gave her the middle name of Bel. Dumbledore is her great uncle, he’s been teaching her in the evenings and at weekends. During the day Rose works in Weasley’s Wizard Weezes to earn her rent, her godmother pays for all her school supplies.”
Harry and Hermione’s jaws had dropped again in disbelief, when they had flooed Ron with the news he had just laughed and called them ‘stupid pillocks’. Harry had ran to his trunk and pulled out the wedding pictures of his parent’s again; there at the back of the wedding couple stood a pair of dark haired beauties in green bridesmaid dresses and their partner’s. Charlotte Dumbledore waved frantically at him while Caroline Granger pulled funny faces behind his dad’s back. They had never been in the picture before, the floorboards squeaked behind him and he turned to see Caroline looking at him with pity in her eyes.
“Me and Lottie had a charm put on us for the wedding so we would only appear in he photo’s after we had revealed our secret to the world. My copy will finally be able to be put on the mantle next to the photo’s of my wedding and Lottie’s. Sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner Harry.” She looked at him with her fathomless dark blue eyes and smiled.
“I understand Mrs. Granger. Hermione came first, my mum did the same thing.”
“So did Lottie. She and Tom were killed by He-who-must-not-be-named two days before your parents. She knew it was going to happen, she gave Rose to her godmother to look after. It was the last time anyone saw her or Tom. Poor Minerva getting landed with a baby at her age, she loves her like her own though.”
Hermione looked at her mother through narrowed eyes,
“Minerva? McGonagall? Rose’s godmother?”
“The very same. But you know Hermione, me and Lottie did a lot of things the same. Even godparents -” Caroline left it hanging.
“You mean Professor McGonagall is my godmother too?!”
Caroline Granger laughed at the dumbstruck look on her daughter’s face, and nodded. Suddenly, the doorbell went and she stood up.
“You two better be packed for tomorrow, I’m not coming back from King’s Cross for left behind quills or homework assignments!” With that she had walked out of the room leaving the two shocked teens behind her.
They were now pulling into the tiny driveway of White Creek Cottage, barely enough room for a Ford Fiesta, the Ford Mondao was scraping the hedge on either side. Fighting the branches they all got out of the car and walked up the tiny stepping stone path to the white oak door of the cottage. The door creaked open to reveal a sunny entrance hall, no one was standing there. Looking down they all saw a tabby cat on the doorstep looking at them intently.
“It’s okay Minerva, I told them.” Caroline told the cat.
Professor McGonagall transformed back into herself before them with a smile on her face. There was a clattering from behind her as a heavy trunk fell down the rickety stairs. Wincing, Professor McGonagall turned and walked to the bottom of the stairs.
“Rose! The house is old enough, we don’t want it crumbling anymore! Your aunt and uncle are here! Get downstairs!” She shouted upstairs.
The Granger’s and Harry piled into the airy hallway as someone ran down the stairs and knocked into Hermione. The girl matched Harry’s friend inch for inch in height and their hair was the exact same shade. Her toned figure showed the sun with their glow and sprinkling of freckles. As she turned to face him he saw her eyes were the exact same shade as her aunt’s with a depth of sadness that was quickly replaced by a twinkle of mischief. He was so entranced with the vision before him that he was startled when her hand shot out to him and shook his.
“Nice to meet you too Mr. No voice.” She laughed with a melodic voice.
Harry turned red as Hermione laughed behind him. Making a mental note to hex her later he said hi back as Rose picked up her trunk and dragged it to the car. As Frank Granger tucked it in beside the other two in the boot Harry saw the words ‘Rose Dumbledore’ sparkle in multicoloured twinkles. Rose saw him looking and grinned,
“I felt like making myself stand out a little, you know? Be original!”
Harry muttered that she would stand out anyway but she didn’t hear him as Frank had started the car engine. He got in beside Rose and tried to fix his attention on the scenery around him instead of the intoxicating vixen next to him. This journey was going to test all of his emotions and thoughts, and he meant ALL.
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