Roses have Thorns {Book 1}

• Chapter 1 •

On a somber, grave Halloween, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were making their last stop of the evening. After an unpleasant visit to the Dursley's, they reluctantly headed to Wools Orphanage.

The grey, crippled building barely stood under the cover of night. The windows looked to the world with a macabre stare and the bricks enclosed and kept secret a dark past and an even darker future.

With a shutter of disbelief, McGonagall gazed to the little girl in her arms and turned to the man beside her. "Albus, are you sure sweet Rose must be condemned to this horrid place?"

"I'm afraid so, Minerva. Rose Potter does not have an easy future ahead of her, and I do not yet understand why. Until they reach 11 and attend Hogwarts, Rose and Harry must be kept apart," Albus dazedly replied.

"But why? You said yourself that you do not yet understand!"

"Professor, I said 'I do not understand why this has happened to Rose', not that I don't know how. I'm quite sure of how this happened, my inkling is strong. You know, as well as I do, that Rose already possesses qualities rare to our kind, which mixed with the trauma of tonight, will create a very powerful and possibly very dark witch. She must not bond strongly with her brother until the time is right. If not, they both get hurt in the end."

"Albus, she's just a child! You're creating a dark witch by placing her in the same place her mothers murderer grew up! Her birth time has nothi-"

"Minerva, understand! She was the last twin born, and born at midnight August 1st. Not to mention, also born under the light of the full moon. All of these things gave her inherent dark powers. She's a natural Necromancer. Rose must not see her brother until the time is right. This is all I will continue to explain," Albus sternly elaborated.

"Yes sir. But just remember darling Lily and daring James. Remember they loved them more than anything. Remember the last thing they wanted was their family torn apart. I hope one day you'll remember these twins gave hope to our kind and can give comfort and love to one another. The Potter Twins will meet again, Albus, and when they do they'll be the family they have so desperately craved. You're wrong about Rose. She's not even 2 and you're already branding her a monster."

With that, McGonagall slowly walked up the creaking stairs of the orphanage and placed the baby on the weathered doorstep.

"Goodbye sweet Rose, we shall meet again."

Soon thereafter, the witch and wizard disappeared into the night leaving the baby weeping for comfort, for love, for family, and unconsciously, her future.