The Marauders And The Rose

Strangers

Rosabella's Point of View:

I stared at the Marauders in shock. I glanced at Harry and he was just as shocked. He opened his mouth to answer the question the young Sirius said but no sound came out. A cover story was forming in my head and to make it believable I spoke french.

"Je suis vraiment désolé. Nous sommes des étudiants transférés. Je pense que nous nous sommes peut-être trompés de chambre!" I said making my voice sound panic.
(I'm so sorry. We're transfer students. I think we might have gotten the wrong room!)

Harry still stared in shock but he was starting to pull himself together.

Only Sirius had a look of comprehension on his face as I knew that he too spoke French.

"Padfoot, that sounds like French. What's she saying?" The young James asked.

"Oh she said they're transfer students and that they must of got the wrong room. They must be from the Beauxbatons school." Sirius explained.

Sirius then turned back to me.

"C'est bon. Je suis Sirius Black. Savez-vous en quelle année vous êtes? Nous pourrions vous montrer ces chambres ou nous pourrions vous emmener au bureau des directeurs?" Sirius said in fluent french.

(Its fine. I'm Sirius Black. Do you know what year your in? We could show you to those rooms or we could take you to the Headmasters office?)

"All this french is getting annoying. Can you ask her if she speaks English?" Pettigrew said in a squeak like voice.

Harry and I glanced at each other and we glared at Pettigrew, both of us balling our hands up into fists. Harry was about to lunge forward but before he could I grabbed his arm tightly and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes, I speak English. We are in fifth year." I said with a french accent.

"Oh same year as us, then. Dumbledore must have forgotten to mention it." Remus said.

"I'll go get Rose and the others. They can show you the girls dorm." Sirius said to me and he then left.

"So are you both from France?" James asked.

"No, I can't speak a word of French." Harry said breathlessly as he stared at his father.

Seeing pictures is one thing but seeing them in person is a lot harder. James laughed.

"Same, I don't know how Padfoot does it." James said.

"Well, it took him years to become fluent in French, Prongs." Remus said to James.

While they were talking I whispered in Harry's ear.

"Well we're in 1975 and judging by the half unpacked trunks, the snow outside and the fact its night, they've just gotten back from the Christmas holidays." I whispered.

"What do we do?" Harry whispered back.

"Well we've already broken one rule of time travel. We've already been seen and talked to people. And we're going to have to break the other rules of not telling anyone we're from the past and who we are. We need to go to Dumbledore and we'll have to tell him we're from the future but we can't tell anyone else, telling one person is bad enough." I whispered urgently to Harry.

Harry didn't get a chance to respond as Dad came back with five girls behind him. I recognised one immediately.

My mother.

I forgot how to breath for a second and I gripped Harry's arm tighter. A girl with brown hair and brown eyes smiled at Harry and I.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie Lupin. This is Lily Evans, Alice Fortescue, Mary McDonald and Marlene McKinnon." My mother said and pointed to each girl as she said their name.

"Evans go out with me." James said suddenly.

"NO!" Lily, Harry's mother screamed.
Harry and I looked at each other in shock as everyone, but Lily and James, chuckled quietly.

"This is James Potter, Remus Lupin, he and Rosalie are twins, this is Peter Pettigrew and Frank Longbottom." Sirius said introducing all the boys.

"Wait, has anyone noticed he looks just like James, except the eyes, but they look familiar too . . ." Remus said.

"Uh yeah um distant cousin from uh America?" Harry said making it sound more like a question.