Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.Chapter 3:- Hogwarts.

Rose arrived at King's Cross Station with her uncle.

"Now, we don't want to see you till summer, so don't do anything stupid, girl." he snarled and shoved her out of the car.

'Pathetic, really!' she thought "Yes, Uncle Vernon. Thank you, Uncle Vernon." she said out loud and left with her head down.

Ro made her way you platform 9 and platform 10. She knew how to get to platform 9 , from her parents journal/diaries. Although Hagrid didn't say anything. One moment he was giving her the ticket and the next he was gone before she could ask questions. This just goes on to prove that something isn't right.

Contrary to what people may believe, Rosaline was highly observant. She used her time locked up in her cupboard to review her memories. Ro feels like she was entering her mind where she could always re-watch her memories. It was as if she was using a projector. What people see is Ro staring of into space. What she sees is her memories, deep in her mind. She could never explain it before but now it makes sense. Magic.

While reviewing her day in Diagon Alley, there were several things were wrong.

If they could tell where she was, how come they didn't do anything about her living 10 years in the cupboard under the stairs?

If she was famous, why wasn't she told about Magical Britain earlier?

If her muggle relatives hated her, why didn't they send her to an orphanage? Where they blackmailed?

Who gave Albus Dumbledore the right to have her Vault key?

Why did they send Hagrid? According to her mother's journal, she was visited by a Transfiguration Professor. Why didn't they send a Professor with her letter the first time?

And why did she have to drag the truth of her past from hagrid as though it was a big secret?

Those were the main points that were bothering her. She was about to go through the magical barrier when she heard a, rather plump, red-headed woman, loudly exclaiming about muggles overcrowding the station. The woman had a line of other red-heads. Obviously this wasn't her first time coming here.

"What was the platform again?" the woman asked.

"Nine and three quarters, mom." said the only daughter in the line. Her voice had a hint of agitation.

'Why is she yelling? Aren't they supposed to keep quiet? And why is she asking the platform if she'd . . .' Ro stopped when realization hit her. 'She knows I'm here. She's trying to get me to ask her to help. This explains why they didn't tell me how to got to the express!' she exclaimed.

Ro watched the most matured one enter the barrier first. He looked like your typical person with a case of hero worship of authority.

Then came the twins. They looked the same. Well almost the same. She noticed one of them had slightly more freckles by his left eye and the other by the right eye. Ro felt surprised by the fact their own mother can't tell the difference between them.

Rosaline snorted in her mind at their antiques. They seemed the mischief and mayhem causers in their family. She liked them already.

'Here goes.' she said to herself and approached the red head.

Rose was sitting in an empty compartment she'd found. She was wondering when the boy, Ron?, was going to come and sit. His mother seemed eager to make them best friends. Rose felt disappointed that the boy was in her year. She sighed and took out her potions book.

It wasn't long before the redhead came into the compartment. His eyes were darting around, looking at anything but her.

"Uhm, do you mind if sit here? All the other compartments are full." he asked.

She did a mental laugh. 'He expects me to believe that! Hogwarts:A History says the express is magically expanded. They obviously think I don't know anything. Now, who are 'They' though'

"Sure!" she said out loud and gave him the best smile she could muster up.

Ro saw relief his blue eyes.

He quickly sat down opposite to her.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

'Hmm, he said his first name first meaningHis family isn't special orHis family is an outcast.I'd say the latter, because his family looks poor. Why else is he wearing hand-me-downs?'

She said to herself. Ro likes to consider herself a person of statistics. She likes reading people and he was an open book.

"Rosaline." she said quietly. She doesn't like saying her last name, not that she's ashamed of being a potter, rather the fact she doesn't want to be famous for something she doesn't remember doing.

"Rosaline Potter."

Aaand, there it is. Eyes wide, gasp, look for scar. It was a sort of reaction when magical people meet her, and Ronald didn't disappoint.

"Do you, do you have the scar?" he asked indicating to his forehead.

Rose had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She lifted her thick bangs to show her scar.

"Wicked." Ron breathed.

'WICKED! I DO NOT SEE ANYTHING WICKED ABOUT HAVING A PERMANENT REMINDER ETCHED INTO YOUR FOREHEAD THAT YOU DIDN'T DIE WITH YOUR PARENTS EVEN IF YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!' she screamed mentally, even if she was smiling on the outside.

She went back to her reading, ignoring the fact that Ronald was staring at her and trying to get her attention.

Not long later, the express starred to move. Ro closed the book she was reading in favour of sight seeing through the window.

The boy never stops talking! All he does is yap, yap, yap.

Gryffindor is awesome, Slytherin is evil, quidditch, Dumbledore and repeat.

Ronald was mercifully interrupted by the trolley witch.

"Anything from the trolley, dearies?" the aged woman asked.

"No thank you. My mom packed me some." he said holding up a pathetic little sandwich inside a bag.

'I stand corrected. He's from a poor family.' she thought. 'Tut tut tut, he's trying to get me to pity him. Maybe they're planning on teaching me humility?'

"I'll take some." she said out loud producing multiple shiny coins.

She heard Ron say 'Whoa' under his breath. Ro stopped herself before she rolled her eyes.

Not too long after, the seats of their compartment was almost all covered in sweets.

Ronald was a greedy little bugger. He was shoveling treats and gulping Pumpkin juice like there was no tomorrow.

It was pure luck that they were sitting opposite from each other, this way he can only eat his own share, which, mind you, was larger than Rosaline's.

Ro was slowly analyzing her situation. Why was she set up to be friends to Ron Weasley at the train station?From what he said his entire family was in Gryffindor.

She didn't know her parents' opinions because she only read her mother's journal until the Visit from a Professor Mcgonagall and only read her father's journal until his 10th birthday. Both her parents' journals started on their 5th birthdays.

Anyways, both Hagrid and Ronald sang praises for Gryffindor and Dumbledore while bashing Slytherins.

From her analysis, it sounded like the puppet master is Dumbledore and he was trying to get her into Gryffindor and make her stay away from Slytherin. Dumbledore was the one that sent Hagrid! How he was connected to the Weasleys' though was a curious matter.

Her attention was snapped back to Ronald who was about to show her a spell his brothers Fred and George. She'd only seen the twins but she already knew it was some type of prank.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." said a snippy voice coming from a girl who just entered. Without knocking! How rude.

"Oh you're doing magic? Well let's see it then." the unidentified girl said.

Ron cleared his throat and aimed his wand at his pet rat.

"Sunshine Daisies Butter mellow,

Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

Rosaline feared that her ribs might crack from concealing in laughter.

"Well it's not very good, is it?" the girl said. "I've been practicing simple spells myself."

The girl sat in front of Rosaline and pointer her wand at the Girl-Who-Lived 's broken glasses.

"Oculus Repero" she said and you can hear the broken parts of her spectacles snapping together.

Rosaline was truly amazed that the girl already tried the spells already.

"You're Rosaline Potter." the girl remarked. "I'm Hermione Granger." she turned towards the red head. "And you are?"

"Ron." he said with a stuffed mouth. "Ron Weasley."

Hermione's face pinched in an unpleasant look. "Pleasure" she said unsurely. Granger looked back at Ro. "I've read about you in 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Lord' and in. . ." she stopped when Ro raised her hand to stop her.

"I wouldn't believe them if I were you." she said and Hermione's face looked affronted but Rose quickly added "There were only four people at that time. Three are dead and one was a baby. And I'm sure I've never given an interview in the past 10 years of my life."

"S-So you're saying, all those books are-"

"Fictions." Rosaline said calmly.

Hermione looked scandalized. "I can't believe they would do that." she muttered to herself and sighed. "I guess I'll see you at hogwarts then. I've got a toad to find."

"Hermione." Ro called when the girl was leaving. Hermione turned around and looked at her. "Here." she said handing her two of her chocolate frogs. "I've got plenty more."

Hermione's smile could light up the compartment. "Thank you, Rosaline." she said before taking the offered chocolate skipping away.

'Seems smart. Although the way she introduced herself makes it look like she's rehearsed it. Low-Self esteem, Love for knowledge. She'd make a good friend if i have her full loyalty.' she mused over Hermione Granger in her mind. Psychology was such an interesting subject.

The ride was interrupted yet again. This time it was the familiar face of the blonde narcissist from Madam Malkin's shop. He entered the compartment as though he owned it. As soon as their eyes met, Rosaline felt tingly and she saw her counterpart's eyes go wide.

Draco was walking down the hall of the train with Crabbe and Goyle to where he heard the Girl-Who-Lived resides. His father had told him the benefactors of being friends with such a famous person. Of course, Draco does what pleases his father.

Ah, there. The compartment. He put his hands on the handles and opens them as wide as he could before making the most dramatic entrance he could manage.

There were only two occupants present. One dressed rather. . . unfavourably sporting ginger hair while the other was a small figure with messy black hair.

As soon as the raven-haired occupant raised their head, he was met by a familiar yet startling green eyes from the Robe Shop. His eyes were blown as wide as saucers.

'That means,. . . Oh, Merlin!' he exclaimed in his mind. He quickly adjusted his composure, because, Malfoys DO NOT GAPE.

"I heard the Rosaline Potter was on the train." he said eying the girl, he noticed she seemed uncomfortable.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe-" he motioned to his left "- and this Goyle." he said. He was about to offer his hand to Potter when he heard a snort.

Draco turned around to face the redhead. He looked at him up and down, "You think my name is funny, do you?!" he Draco half-demanded half-asked. "Well I don't need to ask yours. Red hair and hand me down robes, you must be a Weasley." he sneered

Draco felt smug that he made the weasel look at the floor in embarrassment. As he faced Rosaline he noticed she was frowning in his direction.

"You don't want to hang out with the wrong sort." he started. "You see, some wizarding families are better than others. I can help you there." he finished, extending his hand.

Rose looked at his offered hand before looking Draco dead in the eye "I think I could tell the wrong sort for myself, thank you."

Draco's eyes blazed with anger and frustration as his offered hand curled into a fist and returned to his side. "You're going to wish you never did that, Potter!" he snarled as he made his exit with his bodyguards on his heels.

Draco marched back all the way to his compartment, and as soon as he did, he quickly took out a small parchment and ink.

He quickly scribbled

"'It's Potter!'"

Before attaching it to his massive owl which had a jet black with gray streaked feather.

"Send this to Father." Draco told his owl before opening the window and letting him out.

After Apophis, his mutant snowy owl that turned black, left, Draco slouched on the seat and looked out the window, ignoring the curious glances of the walking Potatoes.

This was going to be entertaining.

Ro watched as the ponce left their compartment, still with a frown on her face. She sighed and turned to her window. Something was not right. When Malfoy was here she felt something, something that made her feel funny.

Rosaline yawned and her eyelids felt heavier. She had to wake up really early to make a breakfast fit for royalty so that her obese uncle can drive her to King's Cross Station. Ro thought she might as well rest her eyes a bit if the train ride going to take.long.

Ro later woke up to someone shaking her shoulders. "Rosaline, Rosaline, you need to change."

Rose coughed as she rubbed her eyes before re-adjusting her glasses. She lokked at the window again and was amazed to note that she slept till it was dark outside. Ro yawned again and stretched before blushing slightly with embarrassment.

Ro pulled down her trunk from above after a minute or two and hastily gathered her clothes before looking at Ron "Right, I'll, er, change in the lavatory." she said quickly and left with her school robes.

Fifteen minutes later, Ro was back in her compartment with her plain black robes on.

A while later they were told to leave their luggage on the train and make their way out.

It was dark outside and there was a single lantern belonging to someone. She realised it was Hagrid When he said "FIRST 'YEARS, FIRST 'YEARS." in his usual booming voice.

"Hullo, Hagrid." Rose called out.

Hagrid looked back and waved his giant hands which Rosaline returned by waving her scrawny little hand.

"You know him!" said Ron with a tinge of fear.

"He's a friend." Ro said.

"NO MORE THA' FOUR IN A BOAT." Hagrid's voice boomed.

Rosalie and Ron sat in the nearest boat and were soon joined by a red head girl and a brown haired girl.

"FORWARD!" yelled Hagrid once everyone was in a boat. He was in the front occupying a single boat to himself.

Rosaline smiles as they started moving. 'Home.' she thought. 'I can't wait to get there.'

They all "oooh"ed and "awwww"ed as they passed a giant squid that resides in the black lake. And they all laughed as tthe squid splashed water on them.

Every first years spent the boat ride completly amazed of the surrounding.

There was a collective gasp as they neared the castel.

There, stnding on the cliff with all its glory, was Hogwarts. It was massive. You can see so many towers and floors.The castel's windows where shining from the light inside. Home' she confirmed.

Hello. Thank you for reading.

I would also like to explain that Rosaline is smarter and more logical because she had been obserbing the good side of Tom Riddle from the horcrux. It would be explained a bit more on the fifth chapter.