A Hogwarts Rose Year 3

Chapter 3

After our chat I went to find Father; I wanted to tell him how happy I was that I finally had a big sister especially when she’s as nice as she is. I found him in the library reading a book on potions (what a surprise, not). He looked up from his book and smiled at me.

‘Hello.’

‘Hi.’

‘Well what do you think of your new home and your siblings?’ He asked. Before I gave him my answer I studied his expression, he seemed confident, but his eyes gave away a small glimmer of nervousness.

‘I think their great.’ I grinned.

‘I’m glad to hear that. Come sit here.’ He patted the chair next to him and I went and sat down.

‘I always wanted a sister and Julia seems so nice.’

‘Yes, she inherited that from your mother.’ He smiled dreamily as if remembering his deceased wife.

‘Who was my mother?’ I asked tentatively. His gaze turned sad and cold as he watched me with his obsidian eyes and he took several moments to answer.

‘She was an extraordinary woman, kind, clever, brave........... She was talented at everything and yet she was so modest. She stood up for the things she believed in and wasn’t afraid to admit when she was wrong............ I see so much of her in you.’ He smiled sadly. ‘Julia as well.’

‘What about Gavin?’ Father shook his head.

‘No, he takes after me more than your mother, I do see aspects of her in him, but nothing to extent that I see in you and your sister.’

‘I see.’ I replied quietly, unsure of what to say.

‘Anyway, you’ll get to know them both more over the summer and besides I might be able to invite one of your friends over to see you.’ He arched an eyebrow.

‘Draco.’ I grinned.

‘How’d you know?’ He asked surprised.

‘Julia told me that they come over every so often.’ I replied smirking.

‘That sister of yours, always stealing my thunder.’ He shook his head smiling.

‘Well it makes a change from Dumbledore doing it, right?’

‘I suppose you’re right.’ He chuckled. ‘Anyway, have you spoken with your brother yet?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know, he just doesn’t seem to like me.’

‘Why don’t you go and talk to him, he’s not as cold as he appears sometimes.’

‘A lot like you.’ I smirked as I slipped out the door. I decided to follow his advice and go look for my older brother, I was surprised when I found him in his room fidgeting with a small crumpled piece of parchment. ‘Hi.’ I said quietly. He jumped, closed the paper in his fist and looked up.

‘What are you doing here? Your room’s down the hall.’ He replied.

‘I know, I just wanted to talk to you.’

‘Hmph.’ He said and looked away.

‘So.... I-’

‘Look, Rose, I am not like Julia. I don’t want to be your best friend and share gossip with you or try and make up for lost time, so don’t even try.’

Taken aback I stared at him with my hung open; how could he say that? I stepped back and slammed the door. It was then that Julia appeared and invited me into her room, I agreed. Once we were inside she gently shut the door and we sat down on the bed, by this time several tears had formed in my eyes and once was silently rolling down my cheek.

‘What happened?’ She asked.

‘H-he told me told me not to try and talk to him or get to know him. He doesn’t like me!’ I sniffed. She wrapped her arms round me and pulled me in for a hug.

‘Don’t hold it against him, he’s been like that ever since he found out what happened to Mother.’ She said quietly stroking my hair.

‘W-Why?’

‘I’m not entirely sure, I know he always wanted a younger sister until he was about ten, the two of us used to talk about how we pictured you, after that he just stopped talking about it. I would mention it and he would just snarl or snap at me and tell me not to talk about it.’ She replied. ‘Don’t worry, he’ll soften up after a while and I’m sure you’ll really like each other, after all he’s been a great brother to me.’

‘I hope you’re right.’

‘Of course I’m right, I know him like the back of my hand. Anyway, let’s talk about something else, like what’s your favourite class?’

‘Defence Against the Dark Arts.’

‘Like Dad, mine’s transfiguration.’ I was surprised that they have that at their school, then I realised that it wasn’t probably a class at all Wizarding schools. ‘What else do you like?’

‘I like flying, potions, charms and.... Music.’

‘Me too! I seriously love music, especially singing, but I don’t do it often.’

‘Me neither.’ I shook my head, Mr Partridge had always hated music and never let me sing.

‘What’s your favourite song?’

‘I don’t have one.’ I shrugged. ‘You?’

‘Way to many.’ She giggled.

We eventually picked one and she put it on for us to listen to. As the music played the two of us danced around the room, singing the lyrics as loud as we could until it ended.

‘You are an amazing singer!’ Julia grinned as we flopped on her bed.

‘Thanks you too.’

‘Seriously do you take lessons?’

‘No, my foster father never approved of singing.’

‘That’s to bad, but now that you’re with us we’ll have you singing all the time in fact I think you should join the Hogwarts choir.’ She beamed.

‘Hogwarts have a choir?’ I asked perplexed.

‘Oh yes and when you go back to school, you simply must join it!’

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