People have told me what I've done, and as horrifying their words were, I believe them. My memories lack conviction, they're blurred, disfigured, unclear. I remember my life, but it is as if I watched from outside my body, from a different perspective, my actions, mylife beyond my control. What I was doing and what I have witnessed where two different things. I've been told I lost my mind after the First War, that I was silent and unresponsive, that the hinges that held my mind together had, after a lifetime of traumer, come undone.
My name is Rosalie Snow, and this is my story.
July 15th,1971
The day started like any other, my eleventh birthday (August 5th) steadily approaching. I grew up in a muggle household, raised by people who knew nothing of my real heritage. Though, according to those around me, both my biological Mother and Father were purebloods.
I knew I was adopted, though they never told me. Not directly, at least, just a few subtle hints and gestures. But they were unneeded, for it was obvious that I wasn't theirs to anyone with eyes, I looked nothing like them. My hair was naturally wavy and a dark-almost black-brown. My eyes were a very pretty emerald green.
My Mum's eyes were chocolate brown and her hair was platinum blond as straight as an arrow, as was my Dad's hair. Though his eyes were a dark blue and his hair was light brown.
Well, my Hogwarts letter came in the mail that very morning, though until then, I had no clue I was a witch. Sure, I'd done accidental magick, but I didn't think anything of it. I wasn't curious about why the lights would flicker on and off when I was crying or why a fire would flair up when I was angry. It just didn't interest me.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Snow,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. langues.
Term begins September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I stared at the letter for several moments, uncomprehending, but slowly, I opened the package that came with the letter.
"Rose, what are you doing?" Ma asked. Startled, I turned to look at her, obviously she'd come home early.
"Reading about Hogwarts, a scho-"
"Hogwarts?"
"Yeah it's a school for Witches and Wizards."
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
That's an interesting uniform requirement. I frowned slightly, it didn't make any sense. Why on earth would I need three black robes, a pointed hat, and protective gloves? I frowned at the letter. I turned to the last few pages, which were all about the books I would need for the school year.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
One more thing appeared. I was getting tired of stuff just magically appearing. It was starting to get annoying. A bag full of money and a small note:
Diagon alley is where you'll find all the things required, Miss Snow. You will find Diagon alley in London, easiest entered by going through the Leaky Cauldron. Muggles- or Nonmagical people- can't see it. In the bag is enough money to last you all your time here at Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
I had a feeling he'd known that I wanted to attend.
"Mum! Can you take to Diagon alley? It's in London!"
"Why would you need to go there? Why, I've never heard of the place!" She sighed. I could hear her thoughts My daughter's a witch, a freak. I felt tears spring to my eyes. She didn't want me, did she?
"Of course I'll take you. But that's as far as i'll go, you'll have to go shopping for and by yourself." I brightened up at that. She'd take care of me, even if she thought I was a freak.
"But we're not going until mid August." She added. I frowned at that. She doesn't want to have Magic in the house for any longer than she has too. I watched her read the letters. She wants the house to magic-free for as long as she can- for the next seven years there will be magic all around...
This is written by Superherofangirl and Aleeta6. Time differences are a problem. Since one of us lives in Australia and the other lives in America. So we apologise if the updates are a tad screwed up!
So, this story will revolve around the First Wizarding War. These first chapters (I don't know how many…) Will be like an introduction. Explaning what Rose's relationships are.