She sits and waits.

Her doll was oh so perfect. Its shiny blond hair pulled in to a neat braid. Its dress was pristine perfect. All there is left is to wait.

That is how she found herself sitting and waiting. Why isn't moving? Was a recurring thought in her head. Rose was not very patient as you can imagine.

She must control her dolls. That is a step in raising an army. Tom specifically said she must harness her magic into the doll. She was trying she really was. But she saw no difference. Wasn't it suppose to glow or something? Maybe not. She supposed it might have magic.

She pulled out the leather diary, and a quill.

Tom? She watched in amazement as the word sunk in, only to be replaced by his response.

Yes?

How do I know its working?

Its working.

How do you know?

I could feel the magic coursing through it. You remember what I said right?

Yes Tom.

Good now do it.

Rose hesitated for a moment. Her mum would not be happy to see her with a wand. Especially her wand. But then again she doesn't know she has it. Her mother is dead. Lying on the kitchen tile. Her father barley an inch away.

If Rose was older she might have felt sadness at her parents death. But right now she felt no remorse. After all Tom would take care of her. He would be her support. As soon as they got him a better body he would take her. He would raise her to be a princess. He promised.

The question was would Tom raise her? He must admit the girl intrigues him. But would he raise her? That's debatable for now. She's powerful he'll give her that. Maybe he will raise her. Just maybe.

The spell worked perfectly. Tom was perfectly happy. Except he was in a female doll. He explicitly said a male one. Oh well, he'll do a spell to change the appearance later. For now he needed to make sure everything went to plan.

"Are you ready?" Tom said. His voice was strange to hear to his ears. Rose nodded. Tom never noticed but she had the darkest red hair he had ever seen. It really did match her though. Barely six and she murdered her mother. Tom mused. They'll blame it on suicide, after all the killing curse was preformed on her wand. A suicide it was.

Rose picked Tom up. "You ." Rose said. "You need a name. A female one." If Tom could raise an eyebrow he would.

"Why?" He asked, he wanted to laugh. His amusement must of shown cause Rose stopped a little angrily.

"Cause I can't call you Tom. That"s weird." She had a point. "Kate?"

To tell you the truth Tom never knew why he agreed to be called Kate.

"Alright Kate it is." Her eyes started gleaming. Killing curse green he mused. An interesting shade.

"Get ready." 'Kate " whispered. Immediately Rose's posture changed.

"Mommy! Daddy!" She cried. Tears were starting to spill out her eyes. She ran to the counter and grabbed the two way mirror. "Uncle Albus!" She wailed. Immediately Albus Dumbledore appeared on the mirror.

"What is it my dear girl?" Albus' eyes lost he twinkle almost immediately after seeing her tear struck face.

"Mommy and Daddy won't get up." She sobbed. "They're just laying there." Rose was a master lier Tom found. Strange considering she's six. He'd have to look into that.

It took two minutes for Dumbledore to get there. By then he promptly walked into to see a sobbing Rose clutching her doll Kate.

"What happened Rose?" Rose was sitting on the couch still clutching the doll. Her eyes were red.

She sniffed before saying, "Mummy was talking." She pulled a look of innocence on her face. "Daddy was mad at Mummy. Mummy was mad. They looked so scary I wanted to run." She looked down and clutched her doll more. "Mummy pointed her wand at daddy. She said something, then daddy said something back. He had his wand out. Then they pointed there wands at there self's. There was a lot of green light." She talked the last few sentences softly . Her words jumbled.

Albus put a calm hand on her shoulder. He would have to find a place for the girl. If Sirius was alive she could be with him. But alast he was murdered a few weeks prior. The ministry wouldn't allow Remus to take her. He could give her to Petunia.

"Rose?" He said gently. "Do you know who Petunia Dursley is?"

In Roses opinion she thought aunt Petunia was rather nice. She dressed her up in only the finest. Her old clothing was being washed. Her American girl play set expanded.

A whole wall was just the house for Kate. It had lots of rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and more. Rose could tell Tom was pleased with it. Though he was still upset over the girl thing.

She had a wardrobe of dresses for Kate. Kate lived in luxury.

Aunt Petunia doted on Rose, she always wanted a daughter. She chose to ignore the fact that this was her sisters daughter. She was more or less going to turn into a freak just like her mother. But that time hasn't come yet.

Dudley hated her. He hated how he was no longer being doted on by his mother. He hated how she got more things the he did. He wanted her gone.

Vernon wasn't all to happy with her. She needed to learn to pull her own weight in his mind. But Petunia liked her, and insisted they baby her. As long as Pet is happy he supposed he would get used to the girl.

"Kate?" Rose wispered in the dead of night. "What do I do now?" She waited for a few minutes, when no response came she wispered, "I'm scared."

"Its alright Rose. I have a plan, but need your help."

"Why do you want to go to the forest so badly?" Dudly said annoyed. He did not like walking three blocks just to go to the forest.

Rose gave his a piercing look. "Something important." Was her only answer.

The sun was going down by the time they reached the edge of the forest. "Can you hold my doll?" Rose asked innocently.

Dudley frowned. "Er fine." He grabbed the doll embarrassed. "If anyone comes its going on the floor. Why are you staring at me?"

"Hush Dudley." She wispered. "Dont make a peep. It will be over soon. Very soon if you listen."

"Did it work?" Tom stood stretching. He looked down at his pale hands.

"You dont look like Dudley thats for sure. So where do we go now?" Rose stared at him in wonder.

"For now Rose you go back to your relatives house. You shall make up a dramatic story. I always thought kidnapping and murder made a good story. Play it to your favor Rose. Make sure to add tears. Crying will help significantly." His smile turned cold. "We will keep in touch. Every Saturday you will come here unless I say otherwise. Okay?" Seeing her nod in understanding his smile grew.

"Good Rose. Remember I will give you everything thing you have ever wanted. Everything your parents, your relatives, even Dumbledore, have ever denied you. I will give it to you." He smiled once more before hesitateing. He hugged her, "Make me proud Princess." He wispered into her ear.

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Rose ran three blocks sobbing. People looked out there windows wondering why. When she made it to the house Petunia and Vernon already knew. Everyone knew. Rose Potter was crying, looking terrified, and for once she was seen with out Kate. Thats how everyone knew it was important.

"Rose? Where's Dudley? Why are you crying?" Vernon said fast walking behind Petunia.

"We went to the forest." Rose whispered. "Dudley was showing me how to climb a tree. T-then a man came. H-He was so tall. He grabbed Dudley. He covered his mouth t-t-then another man came. He tried to grab me. It was dark so instead he grabbed Kate, so I ran." She stuttered out. She broke out into sobs again.

"We'll call the police immediately. Oh my Dudley." Petunia had tears streaming down her face.

After multiple interviews and interrogations they were no way closer to finding Dudley. No one suspected that it might have been the girl herself. No who would think innocint little Rose could be cable of such a thing?

Certainly not Vernon and Petunia. Thanks to the traumatic experience she was put into homeschooling.

She played the part of a traumatized child part better. For the first few weeks she would wake up with 'Nightmares'. Finally she was sent to a childresns psychologist.

"Hello Rose."

Rose was sitting in a very comfortable chair. The only thing that could make it better would be if it spun in her opinion.

"Hello." She wispered shyly.

"Can you tell me about what happened that night?"

So she told him how the men came. How she was scared, how Dudley was taken, and how she heard screaming. Everyday in her sleep.

She went to him three times a week. The nightmares lessened. But they were still prominent. Slowly everything started to fall back into place.

She would meet Tom every week. He said when she got her Hogwarts letter. He would 'Kidnapp" her.

So when it was the day of her getting her letter she was a ball of nerves. "Why are you so excited?" Vernon asked grumpily.

"My letter uncle Vernon." Rose said.

"Oh thats right." Petunia entered the kitchen smiling. "Its right here."

Rose grabbed the letter with a quick thank you. She ran up the stairs grinning. Quickly, making no sound she signaled for Tom.

Tom will be so proud of her.

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