Rose Evans was the first daughter of Mr Harry and Mrs June Evans, born 6 years before Lily and 8 years before Petunia. Before she had been accepted to Hogwarts, her parents decided that they wanted more children. Mrs Evans was pregnant with Petunia by the time Rose left for Hogwarts. The next time she came back home, Lily was 6 and Petunia 4. Lily had long, dark red hair and piercing green eyes, her features were soft, full lips, chubby cheeks. Petunia had jet black hair, pale blue eyes and hard features. Her jawline was prominent, her chin pointed and her cheekbones high. Rose was a mixture of the two. Her lips were full like Lily's, and they shared the same piercing eyes, however Rose shared Petunia's sharp jaw and cheekbones, and also her jet black hair. Rose was completely gorgeous and not a day went by without the boys from her school shamelessly flirting with her. Rose was always polite as the boys didn't mean any harm but as the days went on, the more it became less of a joke, she wasn't a bit interested in any of them and she just wanted to be left alone. One day she was walking through the corridor, rushing to get to the dining hall, she was running late as she had stayed behind in transfiguration. One of the boys, Justin Coddenson, muttered a spell and all the boys looked on as the wind seemed to pick up, blowing Rose's robes up to reveal most of her legs. That's when she lost it, that's when she was first made aware of her temper. As she turned, she almost screamed "EXPELLIARMUS", her anger seemed to enhance her spell which knocked Justin flying (he then had to go to the hospital ward for a broken arm... Serves him right). Just as she lifted her arm to fire more spells at the boys she had decided needed to be taught a lesson, a hand rested on her wand arm and melted her anger away.
"Come with me, Miss Evans." There was no emotion evident in the woman's words and Rose complied, following Professor McGonagall back to the transfiguration room she had been speeding from. "What was all that about Rose?" The Scottish witch asked, concern seeping into her voice. The young witch sighed.
"I dunno." She mumbled quietly, not daring to look at her favorite professor.
"Rose, I've known you for five years... I know when you're lying." McGonagall quirked an eyebrow at Rose, who took a deep breath and sighed.
"They always say stuff to me. At first it was nice, more like a joke than anything. They used to whistle when I walked past and it was funny but... Recently it's been worse, they've become crude and said some really inappropriate things... I told them I wasn't interested, I told them to leave me alone but they didn't and then Justin-" she snarled the name, her anger flaring, "blew my robes up with a breeze charm. I lost it, I didn't know what I had done until you were there." Minerva let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"You should've come to me long before this happened-"
"What could you have done?" Rose realized this was the wrong thing to say and backtracked, "I don't mean it like that. They wouldn't have stopped because you told them to, they could've turned on you." Minerva looked confused. "I don't mean aggressively." The girl sighed, she always muddled her words in front of McGonagall. "They say the same about you as they do me." She rushed out, the following silence was killing her. "Well kind of, they're not as crude about you. I mean, they say you're gorgeous and quite rightly, because, you know, um you are gorgeous, stunning in fact and so it's true what they're saying." She was babbling, she always did that when she was nervous. Minerva couldn't help but smile as this young girl called her stunning. Despite being 36 and fast approaching 40, Minerva knew she wasn't the worst looking witch around thanks to the different way witches and wizards age.
"Rose," Minerva smiled at the nervous girl. She had once thought Rose had a speech impediment but when she brought it up to other professors, no one knew what she was talking about. It was their impression that Rose was clear, confident, knew the point she wanted to make and knew exactly how to make it. "I don't know why you're so nervous." Rose's eyes widened.
"I'm not." She said, in the least convincing tone of voice ever. After some silence, Minerva spoke.
"You won't be punished for what you did today, however this is a warning to keep that temper in check. I've never seen you like that before and I don't want to see it again." Once again, concern laced her words and Rose vowed to always control her temper.

Rose hadn't had an outburst for almost a whole year and Minerva had, quite frankly, forgotten about Rose's temper. That was until she heard screams and blasts of magic not far from her office. As she ran out, wand raised, she saw Rose get hit by an incredibly strong stunning spell and watched as the girl flew backwards through the air, her body connecting with the strong walls of the castle.
"Varilda Buggle!" Minerva screeched at the girl stood over Rose, readying herself to curse the unconscious girl. "Professor Strun's office. Now!" The Slytherin smirked darkly and kicked Rose hard in the ribs before sauntering away with some other Slytherin's. There were only a handful of students around, Molly Prewett, a first year Griffindoor and some Ravenclaw's who seemed to disappear as Minerva hurried over.
"Professor," Molly choked out through tears, "will she be okay?" She gestured to Rose who was still unconscious, blood trickling from an open wound on her forehead. It was natural for Molly to be this upset, she had known Rose for almost a year through Rose's little sister, Lily. "Aye Miss Prewett." She responded, somewhat distractedly as she lifted the young Rose in her arms. "Follow me." She instructed to Molly as she headed toward the hospital wing.

Minerva and Molly were sat in Minerva's office, discussing what exactly had happened before she had intervened.
"Well, Varilda was... Has been picking on me for a while now. Um, Rose walked past and heard her so she intervened, told her to leave me alone, then Varilda went crazy and started calling Rose a mudblood and..." Molly took a deep breath,
"Carry on Miss Prewett." Minerva encouraged.
"She was saying 'how dare a dirty mudblood talk to her' and things like that, Rose just laughed in her face and that irritated her more I guess so then... Varilda said Rose was broken, she said 'not only are you a filthy mudblood, no that's not bad enough, you're a dyke too'-" Minerva gasped, Molly continued. "I could see Rose beginning to shake but she didn't show how angry she was, she turned to walk away and then Varilda said... She said 'so how's your disgusting girlfriend?' and then she began to laugh, and she said 'oh, that's it, the muggle died, probably to get away from you', and then that was it, Rose was firing all sorts of spells at Varilda, she would've won the duel but then Varilda conjured up an image of this girl and Rose just stopped dead, whispered 'Emma' and then Varilda killed the conjuration, Rose screamed and then that's when you came out." Minerva was reeling, there was so much information to take in, so much unprofessional rage to get out and so little time to process it all.
"Thank you Miss Prewett, this has been most... Illuminating." She smiled an empty smile at the student and controlled her tears until she was alone. She wasn't sure why she was crying exactly, her star student was unconscious, hurting badly, physically and emotionally. Her star student had been, no doubt, struggling and grieving alone. Minerva sighed, why did Rose always have to be so strong?

Rose was just waking up in the hospital, three hours after the attack. Minerva had been sat by her side for at least two and a half hours.
"Professor?" A groggy voice ventured as Minerva grabbed Rose's had.
"Aye it's me Rose," the girls skin was unusually hot to the touch, "how are you feeling?" The girls eyes were closed.
"Mmmbetter now." A soft smile graced her face and her hand squeezed Minerva's. The Scottish witch giggled, a sound Rose had never heard before. The girl cracked open an eye. "My ribs hurt though..." She said as she lifted the loose tshirt she was wearing. Minerva's breathing slowed and heart race increased before she chastised herself. 'She's hurt, she's vulnerable, I can't believe you're doing this.'
'Oh calm down, she's of age and by tomorrow she will no longer be your student.'
"Shit." That was Rose this time, Minerva looked up, ready to chastise the girl for her language but what she saw made her reel. All along Rose's left side were deep purple bruises, standing out against perfect, creamy skin...- 'stop it Minerva' her inner voice warned. Before she knew what she was doing, the older witch reached a hand out, gently caressing Rose's bruised skin which was also hot to the touch. Rose's eyes were snapped shut and she was breathing sharply through her nose.
"Am I hurting you?" Minerva worriedly asked.
"No! Not at all." The girl replied, smiling up at Minerva. There was a comfortable silence as Rose pulled her shirt down while Minerva went to get Poppy Pomfrey.
"Rose is awake Poppy, she seems great but her skin is burning up." Poppy turned and smiled at Minerva.
"Don't you worry, we'll have her fighting fit in no time." Poppy cringed, "wrong choice of words there..." Minerva smiled at her friend as they walked over to Rose's bed. "Okay then," the nurse spoke, more to herself, as she moved to beside Rose and placed her hand on the girls forehead. She looked confused. "Where was her skin hot?"
"Her hand," Minerva answered, sharing Poppy's confusion. The nurse shook her head.
"Her body temperature is fine, Min- Professor." Minerva placed her hand on the girls forehead and instructed Poppy to do the same. This time Rose was burning up but as soon as Minerva removed her hand, the heat left. "Curious..." The nurse mumbled to herself as Minerva looked confused and Rose embarrassed. "Let's see those ribs then Miss Evans." Rose slowly lifted her shirt, the bruises somehow looked angrier. The nurse gingerly placed a hand on the multitude of bruises and the girl flinched, "am I hurting you?" Rose nodded her head, though her eyes were shut tight, a tear escaped. "I'm not surprised, three cracked ribs, I'm surprised you're breathing fine!" Poppy rushed off to find some Skele-gro and Minerva sat beside Rose, the girl instinctively curled up to her.
"You should've told me it hurt." Minerva said, surprised she kept her voice level with the closeness of Rose.
"It didn't hurt when you did it." Was the girl's simple answer. Hmm, curious indeed Minerva thought.
"Right, drink that!" A cup was thrust into the girls face with an anonymous liquid inside. Rose took one sip and spat it all out.
"That's disgusting!"
"Well what were you expecting? Pumpkin juice?" Poppy teased as she refilled the cup. "You need to drink it Rose." The girl looked up at Minerva as if to ask for her backing.
"Drink it." Minerva ordered and Rose emptied the cup into her mouth.
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk." Minerva and Poppy laughed.
"Now the bruising could stay a long time but within... Two minutes or so, your ribs will be healed and you can go." Poppy smiled and left the room.
"What happened Rose?"
"I'm sorry professor. You told me to keep my temper in check... But when she brought up Emma..."
"Who's Emma?"
"She's my- she was my girlfriend. She was a muggle, she didn't come here." Rose sighed. "She was more my best friend than girlfriend, I mean, I didn't love her. It didn't feel right to when my heart belongs to another but... She was a good friend, and she felt deeply about me and-" Rose stopped herself. "She died in the summer holidays." Minerva didn't know what to say, she didn't have to say anything as Lily burst into the room.
"Rosie!" Lily cried, tears streaming down her face. Minerva stood to allow Lily to her sister.
"Ooft! Hey kiddo," Lily threw herself onto Rose, who scooped her up into a firm cuddle. "Hey there's no need to cry, I'm okay! I'm not hurt." Minerva felt like she was intruding and turned to leave, a hand reached out and grabbed her robes. "Stay, please?" Rose mouthed and Minerva complied.
"I just thought... Thought you might be..." Lily was sobbing, curled up into Rose's side. "I thought you were dead." The young girl whispered.
"Ha! Dead? Pfft as if I'd die! I couldn't leave you as the only witch in the family, mum and dad would have to put all their hopes on you!" Rose joked, trying to cheer her younger sister up.
"Shut up Rosie! I'm their favorite you know." Lily said, leaning back and wiping tears from her face.
"Favorite? With a face like yours, I don't think so!" Rose began to wipe the tears from Lily's face and smiled at her sister. "Ahh much better now you've stopped crying!"
"Now can you see why I'm the favorite?" Rose mocked offence.
"Lily. You look like a mandrake."
"You smell like a mandrake!"
"You sound like a mandrake!" Both the girls laughed. "Now go one, get out of here, I can't have you being late for charms on my account." Lily smiled at her sister and left, saying goodbye to confused McGonagall. "I learnt her timetable to make sure she was going to her lessons." Rose provided. Minerva nodded, watching Rose with Lily made her see Rose in a new light. The girl would be 18 tomorrow yet looking at her and the way she acted, anyone would guess she was a lot older. She was intelligent, mature... Perfect. Minerva sighed. It didn't bode well to think of Rose, it hurt her to know that tomorrow she'd be leaving and continuing her life, leaving Minerva behind.
"Are you okay professor?" Rose asked, a hand on Minerva's arm.
"Oh yes, quite. Just thinking about tomorrow. What are your plans?" Well she was being half truthful.
"I'm going to stay with some friends of mine... Muggles. I'll probably get a job and live like a muggle." Rose had always been fascinated by muggles, especially muggle music. Minerva chuckled. Poppy returned and checked Rose's ribs, she was satisfied they had healed and told the young witch she was free to go.
Minerva sighed. There was no way she'd be able to sleep tonight, trying was futile. She couldn't stop thinking about Rose. It was in the silence of the night that Minerva was honest with herself, she loved Rose more than a professor loves their star student, she loved Rose like a woman loves a woman. She sighed again. In less than 6 hours, Rose would be eating her last breakfast at Hogwarts, talking to her friends and looking forward to her future. The thought of Rose being happy made Minerva smile. There was nothing she wanted more than Rose's happiness, she just wished she could give it her.

The time had come to say goodbye to the students leaving, Rose was last to say goodbye to Minerva. Little did the Scottish witch know, Rose didn't sleep the previous night either, she worked herself up with the thought of not being able to see Minerva every day.
"Professor..." Rose started.
"You can call me Minerva now, Rose." Minerva smiled.
"Okay, Minerva..." The name felt odd on Rose's lips, but she loved the way it sounded. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. I'll never forget you and I'll write and visit as much as I can! I'll get Lily to keep me posted. It'll be like I'm still here!" The girl joked, Minerva laughed. 'But you won't be here.' The older witch thought. Before she knew it, Rose had flung her arms around Minerva and the older witch just melted.
"I'll miss you Rose." Minerva whispered into her ear.
"I'll miss you too Minerva." Rose whispered back, pulling away from the woman with tears in her eyes and walking toward the carriages. Minerva couldn't bare to watch Rose drive out of her life so she hurried back to the castle and to her private rooms, once there, she wept.