Hello. This is my amature fanfiction based on Harry Potter.

Powerful!Independent!Fem!Harry Potter

Eventuall - Rosaline(Harry) P. /Draco M.

- Nevile L. /Luna L.

- Blaise Z. /Ginny W.

(Hermione G, Ron and Molly W, Dumbledore and Dursleys bashing.)

Comments are welcomed.

Oh, And I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Number four Privet Drive has four occupants. Vernon Fredrick Dursley (Read - Whale with mustache), Petunia Mary Dursley neé Evans (Read - Horse with Giraffe neck), Dudley Vernon Dursley (Read - Baby whale with pea sized brain) and Rosaline Jamie Potter.

Little Rose was known as a Freak and a monster among her relatives (I refuse to say family) , a prodigy among teachers and an odd child among adults. Although she prefers being 'Just Ro', not that would ever happen.

Odd things happen around her. Growing her black and messy shoulder-length hair back the day after her aunt shaved her head. Turning her teacher's hair blue. Appearing on the roof of her school when she was running away from the baby whale and his goons. Her wounds (courtesy of Dursleys) fading into mere scratches. Or the fact that she is completely unaffected by fire and heat.

Rosaline had also this behaviour that she could remember what she read word by word. She also has those times where she has flashback/visions from someone else's perspective. Rose understands things that children her age don't. She always held back in class. Even though her grades were really good, the Dursleys never checked it. Why? Because Dudley tells them his cousin is a lazy student who barely understands the teacher. Ro felt a burst of smugness at her marvelous feat of acting. Maybe she should be an actress when she grew up.

There was only one time her relatives checked her grade and it was not a memorable time. She remembers the day she got the best grades in the entire 3rd grade. She was just a 9 year old doing her best in class.

Flashback

Rosaline Potter was lying in her room, the cupboard Under the Stairs. Apparently the principal thought it was mandatory to tell her relatives that she was holding the highest grades. Her relatives, of course were far away from proud and pleased. Instead she was on the receiving end of a heavy beating.

She wanted nothing more than to end the pain. Ro couldn't breath, it was as if Vernon had sat on her. She was slowly losing herself. At least she gets to see her parents.

She was in pure bliss. There was an overwhelming amount of freedom in her. Rose blinked to clear her vision. It was so bright, she could barely make what it was. When Ro was able to actually observe her area, she saw it was the local library. Only more cleaner and a whole lot brighter.

The local library was her all time sanctuary. Her love of books, her thirst of knowledge, the peace and quiet, and the fact that half of the population, namely Didikins and his mindless followers, was alergic of anything and everything that consists reading material.

Rose turned around and stared at the man that was clearing his throat. He had blue eyes and a short and dirty blonde hair. The said man had broad shoulders, angular face, a pale-ish skin and was quite tall.

"Not trying to be rude but, Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? And how the hell did you get here? You weren't here when i got. . . Here." finished rose while waving her hands.

The man gave a smile. "I don't matter right now. You're in the void space between life and death. Magic."

The little girl gave a skeptical look. "How can I tell whether this is a fragment of the rather large part of my brain infected with insanity or an actual reality plane?"

He grinned at her. "I like you very much. I can see why fate was so adamant on choosing you. "

Her eyes widened " 'Choosing Me' as in make me do all her work on the mortal world?"

He nodded at her.

"Great, I have been handed the honor honor of being fate's bitch." stated Ro, lacing it with sarcasm.

He snickered. "You know, you do get quite the favour and will be well compensated for."

The calculating look was back in her eyes. "Why me?"

"That, I cannot tell. You'll have to figure out as you go. Good luck Rosaline Jamie."

"Wait! Can i at least see my pareeeeeeeeeeeeeeents?!." Ro felt a falling sensation as she woke back up in the cupboard.

End flashback

Rosaline Potter was currently on a cold and dusty floor. She put her sketchbook and pencil back in her raggedy backpack. She absolutely adored drawing. It started when she decided to draw what she saw in her dreams. Practice, Practice and more practice until the image looked like the people from her dreams. Her sketchbook was filled with mystical creatures that she sees. Unicorns, half human half horses, little dwarf-thingies with pointy ears and huge eyes and awful pillowcases as clothes, other dwarf-thingies with super sharp teeth, Dragons, Mermaids, huge snakes, weird birds. She also had a couple drawings with people wearing robes and pointy hats, which she found weird. Maybe she was reading Alice in wonderland too much.

Today was her 11th birthday. Her 10th birthday without her parents. Her relatives were running aways from owls and letters and ended up on a rock in the middle of the ocean. Ro started drawing a cake in the layer of dust on the floor with 11 candels.

She sighed and turned around and looked at Dudley's watch.

Three. Two. One.

"Make a wish, Rosaline." she whispered to herself.

Booom

Booom

Booom

And just like that. A new chance life came barging through the door. Quite literally.

Yay! Finished with my first chapter. Thank you for reading.Next Chapter :- Diagon Alley