《Eldest Potter》Chapter 7
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Rose was a good friend of nearly everyone in the first week. Her first Potions lesson is when Rose found herself at the best of her life.
Rose was the one answering most of the questions. Snape seemed proud of the young girl, but decided against telling her that during the lesson. After the lesson he was quick to ask her to remain for a bit.
"Yes Proffesor?" Rose asked.
"You are great at Potions." He told her.
"Thank you Proffesor." She smiled.
"I'm sure your mother is proud." He smiled at her, nodding to alow her to leave.
The next time Rose was hanging around with the Weasley twins, she and them had gotten into a prank issue with Dungbombs. Fred had gotten a peice of parchment and Filch was not happy.
She sat listening as Filch threatened the three with torture. She however had called Severus about the whole thing so when the door slammed open with an angry Snape, she smirked.
"Filch! Why are you yelling at them?" He questioned.
"They pranked me! Threw Dungbombs at me!" He yelled.
"Don't be pathetic Filch. next time do not threaten them with torture. I will have you fired." Snape spat. Filch rushed out. "Rose, are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm good now, thank you." Rose smiled.
"Weasleys, this is a warning. Do not get Rose into trouble again." Snape told them. "Now, I want you all to get to your dorms." Snape told them and walked out.
"Merlin, he's quite protective." Fred laughed.
Another time Rose had gotten herself in issues was during a Defense Against the Dark Arts. Quirrel was acting weird again and made her stop after the lesson. She had called Snape as soon as he had asked.
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She sat waiting at her desk as the students left the room. Seriously hoping Severus would get up quickly. Everyone was gone quickly so she sat looking at Quirrel, He seemed to be looking to ensure no one was around.
"Miss Potter." He said, however was interupted by the door opening and Snape walking in.
"I have to take Miss Potter." He said, letting the girl rush to him and leave with her.
"Thank you Proffesor." She smiled.
"No problem." He smiled at her.
On Rose's birthday, 1st of May, Rose was wondering around the school. She was however asked to go to Severus's office which she was gifted a necklace. Matching her braclet.
The year soon came to an end but she was asked to remain at school while the others left. Snape was taking her home so she found herself in the Potions classroom, doing all of her homework.
"Ready to go Rose?" Severus asked.
"Yep, I'm Ready." She smiled.
They of course soon got to an apparating place, apparating nearly instantly. She stopped as she looked at the place she had called home not too long ago.
"You alright Rose? Are you ready to go inside?" Severus asked her.
"It's just... When I left it wasn't in the best way... They were mad at me... What if Harry is mad at me?" She asked.
"You rasied them boy's. They will respect you all of their life." Severus told her. Walking up to the door. He knocked. "Remember, Rose. You have the bracelet. If you need me. Just call." He said before walking off and apparating away. She sighed and the door was opened.
"Rose." Petunia said.
"I'm back." She smiled.
"Your brother and cousin are at school." She simply said.
"Want me to go grab them? Surely they missed me." She spoke.
"They do. Let me take your bag's to your room." Petunia smiled. Rose nodded and left to go pick up her cousin and brother.
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