The Elemental Weaslette

The Next Weasley

HI! My name is Rose Luxanne Weasley. I'm an elemental, a metamorphagus, a telepathic, and an animagus. I'm 13 years old, and I'm finally going to Hogwarts. FINALLY! Ugg! It's been so long since I've actually seen another person in.... uhhh... Well, lets just say it was a long time ago, and it did not end well. Let's just say it involved several explosions and lots of screaming. Anyway, today's the day! Whee! The front door opened, and in stepped my godfather, Remus Lupin. Honestly, he is the kindest person I know. Why he started hanging out with James and Sirius, I will never know. Maybe it's the fact that they were nice to him, even when they knew he is a Werewolf.

You're all probably wondering why I didn't go to Hogwarts when I turned 11. Well, I was still learning how to control my powers, with out exploding something. If you're wondering what my powers are, I can list them. I can control Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. I can change my appearance, and I can transform into a Fox. I can also read minds, and speak to them, controlling them through their minds. Oh, and on 'accident,' Severus Snape forgot to bring him his Wolfsbane (or Monkshood. it's the same thing.) potion one cycle, and he accidentally bit me. So, like my godfather, I'm a Werewolf too.

"Time to go." Remus's quiet voice cut through the silence. I rushed upstairs to grab my trunk and my owl, Heimdall. (Yeah, I'm interested in Norse, Sue me.) I ran downstairs, and grabbed onto Remus's arm, and said, "Let's go." And away we went. A note to people who are new to the apparating thing, most people puke, the first time they actually do it properly. Or, they splinch. Anyway, we made it to the train station, and Remus turned to me, and said, "Whatever you do, do not let anyone know you are a Weasley."

"Why?"

"I don't want you getting hurt. And there's people here who wouldn't mind doing that." He spied someone in the crowd. "Like him." He pointed to a pale blonde boy, flanked by two fatter boys, who cracked their knuckles and scowled at everyone, like they were the pale one's bodyguard's. "I recognize him." The bitterness in his voice was clear. Some spat with that kid's parents maybe? He answered that question. "That boy's a splitting image of his father. Who, I might mention is a Death Eater."

"Okay. Yeah. Definitely want to stay away from him."

A voice behind me replied, "Yep, definitely." I held back my scream, and whipped around. A boy my age was standing there. Murky Brown eyes, and bright red hair. "I'm Ron Weasley, by the way. What's your name." My brother. He was my brother. My twin? I think so. "Rose Luxanne. Transfer to Third year from Beauxbatons Academy." Total lie. But, I have been there before. He just looked at me blankly. "Where's that?" Another voice responded from behind him. "It's in France, Ronald. Honestly. Don't you read?" A bushy brown-haired girl appeared from behind Ron, followed by... holy Heimdall. Harry Potter. I knew his face by heart, after staring for hours at his mum and dad's pictures. "Hello. I'm Rose. Rose Luxanne." 

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry-"

"Potter." I knew it was rude to interrupt, but  I couldn't help myself. "A splitting image of your father. Except for your eyes. Oh. Sorry."

He just ignored me. And asked, "Would you like to find a compartment with us?"

I grinned, trying to keep my hair its usual red. "Yes. I'd love to."

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As Hermione and Ron squabbaled, about if Hermione should let her cat, Crookshanks, out, the train screeched to a halt. I squirmed in my seat. I knew what was coming. Dementors. I hated those demented things. The train finally jolted to a stop, and thuds and bangs indicated that luggage had fallen. A hoot came from the door, and I jumped up, and threw open the door, to let Heimdall, and a snowy white owl, that I didn't know, but I saw it fly over to Harry's shoulder. "Nice owl, Harry."