Hello! How are you? I hope that you're all doing well.

As many of you are aware, I have taken down my original draft of The Rose Potter Saga. Reason: It wasn't the best that it could have been. My facts were incorrect, the grammar was horrible, and I'd rather not talk about the spelling. I can honestly say that I did not put enough effort into the story.

When I re-read this fic, I felt disappointed with myself. So, what did I decide to do? Simple: Re-write it, do more research, and hire a beta.

Now, without further ado, I give you the new and improved Rose Potter Saga.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. J.K. Rowling does.

Beta Reader: HarryGinnyRonHermione. Thank you so much for helping me with Rose's story! You did such an amazing job :)

The first of November was a cool night. Yet the chilly air didn't prevent a certain someone from treading down a quiet road known as Privet Drive. Walking down this strip of pavement was an odd-looking elderly man. He wore what looked like long, purple robes and high-heeled, buckled boots. This made him stick out like a sore thumb. (A perfectly normal neighborhood and a. . . not so normal man do not mix well.)

As this peculiar person made his way down the road, he searched his cloak for something. Eventually, he found it. He took the object, which looked like a silver cigarette lighter, out and flicked it open. He held it high up in the air and clicked it. Suddenly, the nearest street lamp went out, making a tiny pop sound as it dimmed. At this, the blue-eyed man gave a light chuckle. He repeated this until every light was out - save the moon, stars, and two distant pinpricks. Satisfied, the stranger put the lighter back into his pocket and continued his stroll.

To the right of him, he heard a soft mew. Looking down, he saw the source of the sound: A tabby cat.

"Good evening, Minerva," he greeted the animal.

At this, the feline transformed into a woman who wore clothing like the man's. "Albus," she said in response. "Is this such a good idea? People are beginning to talk. They're calling her the Girl Who Lived. What if she's found?" Minerva said, her emerald cloak brushing the ground behind her.

"Minerva. You mustn't worry. Her living with a Muggle family will be the last thing to cross Voldemort's or anyone else's mind."

The younger professor gave a slight flinch at the mention of the Dark Lord's name.

"And you do not need to fear his true name, my dear. It will make you as stiff as a tabby."

Minerva fixed her glare on the bearded, silver-haired man.

Smiling, Albus held out a small tin that looked bizarre to his companion. "Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"It's a Muggle candy. It's not as good as a sherbert lemon drop, but it still fascinates me, none-the-less."

"No, thank you," she said stiffly, as if he had offered her some form of poison.

Albus shrugged, as if saying "suit yourself" before placing a yellow sweet into his mouth.

Minerva remained silent until they came across a rather ordinary-looking home. For the following few minutes, she complained how everyone was acting "completely idiotic."

("Flocks of owls. . . shooting stars. . . . You'd think they'd be a bit more careful.")

Once she was done venting, she became silent. She was afraid to ask the one question she wanted to know the official answer to. "Tell me, Professor Dumbledore. Is it true? The rumors about Lily and James?"

"I'm afraid that they are."

Minerva felt a pain begin to overtake her heart. It was like a Dementor had decided to make a permanent home in the beating organ. James, a mischievous boy who excelled in Transfiguration and was far too charming. And sweet, beautiful Lily. A young girl that was full of life and fire. It was impossible for her to comprehend that they were gone.

"I didn't want to believe it. So, it's true, then? They were killed by You-Know. . . Voldemort?" she corrected herself.

"Yes, it is."

After another moment of silence, Minerva changed the conversation. "Where is Hagrid? He should be here by now."

"Now, now. You mustn't worry. She is in good hands with Hagrid. They'll be here soon enough."

Just then, as if on cue, a flying motorcycle with a giant man on it came out of the sky and landed on the street.

"Oh, Hagrid. . . . Is the child safe?" asked Minerva, concerned, as Hagrid got off the enchanted vehicle.

"Yep. She's all righ'. Have 'er all bundled up nice an' tigh'." Hagrid took a basket off of the flying machine. Inside was an infant wrapped in a knitted, powder pink blanket.

"No problems, I hope, Hagrid?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

The beast of a man shook his head. "No, sir," Hagrid said, as if proud with himself. "House was almos' destroyed, but I got 'er out right before the Muggles came. She fell asleep as soon as we took off."

The trio looked down at the sleeping baby before walking up to her destination's doorstep.

Minerva fought the urge to take the innocent and run away with her. She was not very keen on giving the infant to this horrid family of hers whom she'd spent the whole day watching. To make matters worse, he planed on leaving only a letter to explain what had happened in the recent few days!

Once they stood in front of the door, Minerva said, "Alright, Hagrid. Put her down."

"Aw, but she's ter cute ter pass up so easily. Are yeh sure we can' keep 'er?" he asked while cooing at the baby.

"As much fun that would be," said Professor Dumbledore, "it would only put her in even more danger."

Realizing that the old man was right, Hagrid reluctantly put the child down. Once she was situated, Hagrid sniffed. Professor Dumbledore moved her bangs away from her forehead. A tiny lightning bolt scar gleamed in the dim lighting, a reminder of what had come to pass. "Good luck, Rose Potter," he whispered in a soft tone of voice.

After placing a note beside Rose, the friends shared a quick look.

Once he'd returned the light he'd trapped, Professor Dumbledore nodded his head. He swished his cloak and disappeared like mist on a summer's day. Hagrid sniffed, once again, as he got back onto his motorcycle and flew off into the ink-black sky.

Minerva watched the huge man ride away until he became nothing more than a glimmering star. All the while, she thought of the baby who slept in her temporary bed, unaware of how famous she would one day become. Unaware of how amazing her parents were, sacrificing themselves so she could live a life of her own. Unaware that one day she would save the world that she belonged in, as well as the world she would grow up in. Unaware that she had survived a curse that should have killed her. Unaware that she'd defeated a dangerously powerful wizard.

It's funny, thought Minerva, how peaceful she is. One day she'll be a legend. I wouldn't be surprised if they make a Rose Potter Day in the future. Books will even be written about her. Every child in our world will know her name! And these foolish Muggles will never truly know how special she is.

Sighing, she turned back into a cat and trotted off into the night.

As daylight approached, Rose Potter slept on, unaware of the adventures - and destiny - that awaited her.

Thanks for reading! Now, off to my TV. The Oscars are on, and I must watch :)