The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 26

 Does my father realize that he doesn't have to embedded every piece of clothing with the Gryffindor lion? Shaking my head and smiling at the thought of my mad, old dad, I pulled on the red dressing gown. I knew it used to be Mum's, I found an old picture of her and Uncle James and she was wearing it. 

 It was getting dark outside, but nobody had come to the dormitory. I guessed it must've been dinner, as the common room sounded equally as quiet.

 Thinking that I'd get a few minutes downstairs to myself, I made my way out down the steps of the girls dorm and into the common room. 

 For a moment, I thought I was lucky enough to be alone, but then I saw a small bush of black hair coming from the back of a chair near the fireplace.

I wandered over, and saw Harry Potter bent over several texts books and a piece of parchment. Surrounding him was what seemed like thousands of screwn up parchment. As he saw me approached, he ran his hand through his tangle of hair, showing his brilliant lightning scar. I glanced at it for a moment, before rrealizing he was watching me with equal awe.

Smiling to break the awkward glare, I perched myself on the arm of the chair and glanced down at his work, the candle illuminating our faces as the outside grew dark.

"What subject?" I asked quietly, not sure whether he heard me to begin with.

"Potions." He said, the work seemed to trickle his tounge. He caught me grinning to myself over the way he's said it, and we both laughed together.

"I'll help you." I laughed, as he turged his attention back to his work. "It's easy potions once you get the hang of it.. ahh! Symptoms and Diagnoses of Forgetfulness potion! Come on Harry, you just have to write about how you can tell if someone been poisoned with the..."

I saw his face; his mouth hanging slightly ajar and his eyebrows raised. He really didn't get it. I grabbed his quill and parchment and began to write away for him.

"Just copy this out once I've done. He won't give you any less than an O, trust me."

"Rosie..." Harry said handing me a piece of tattered paper. "It fell out of you pocket..."

It was the photo of Mum and Dad's wedding that he's given me last summer. The sight of it made me smile. My mother looked beautiful.

"Who're they?" He asked, watching me write.

"My parents wedding." I paused wwriting for a moment and picked up the picture. "This is my family. My mother.. she was killed during the war in a death eater attack. She was one of the last to die before You-Know-Who fell. My dad was injured for most of the war... in a coma in mungos..."

"Is that...?" Harry asked, pointing at the man who was stood next to my mother and his auburn haired, green eyes partner.

"Your mum and dad, yes." I replied, taking a deep breath. "He walked my mum own the isle did your dad, you see their dad died just before the war, he had cancer."

"Their dad?" Harry asked, as I again began to write so I didn't have to look at him.

I simply nodded at him. I was so scared for how he's take it. Angry because he's grown up with the muggles, or happy because he'd had a family all along without knowing..

"So Ollivander married my dad's sister?" He asked. "I didn't even know my dad had a sister."

"He had two sisters. Aunty Jude died about five years ago. She was an Aurora." I whispered, remembering my crazy Aunt Jude. "And no, Ollivander adopted me in a way. I went to live wIthaca him because my mum was dead, and dad in mungo's. Neither of my brothers could, they were to young. Our entire ffamily was split up. Grig went to live with Dumbledore at Hogwarts, whilst Georji went to the Malloy's... I guess that's what brought on his... death eater tendencies."

"You're brother was brought up by the Malloy's?" Harry asked, looking surprised.

"Well yes." I replied. "The three of us went into ministry protection after the war, but Dumbledore had already sent me to Ollivander's, and wanted to take both the boys to live at Hogwarts, but the Ministry insisted they both live at Mr Malfoy's, so they both went there separate ways."

"So Grig and Georji.. do they... like..." He coughed, and looked at his feet as he shuffled them on the floor.

"I'm sure they like you." I said smiling. "Write to Grig, but I wouldn't try with Gor', he hates us all."

Harry laughed, and the portrait hole swung open, letting in a hoard of well fed Gryffindor's.