𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

one | the beginning

AURORA ROSALINE CHLOÉ TEMPSELLE FEUDESTIN looked down at her instructions.

01. Fake the death of parents, Giselle Feudestin and Henree Tempsil. Check.

Rosie had somehow managed to pull this off with a little poof of her magic on an abandoned property in the middle of France. Because the property was filed under English magical blood, the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic were alerted before the Aurors of France and the muggle police force. By the time the Aurors were there, the house was already burnt crisp and Rosie was putting up an admittedly good façade of a girl who had just lost her parents. Some questions were asked here and there.

Who are- were your parents? Sobs loudly.

What did they do? Wails uncontrollably.

The Aurors had gotten pretty uncomfortable by then. Do you have a wand? Points to the burning house. (She didn't actually have a wand of course, she's an almost-deity for goodness sake. She doesn't need one.)

Do you go to school? Shrugs. Hogwarts? Forms incoherent words about planning on going but being unable now as she doesn't have a wand or money, or money to buy a wand, and oh what is she going to do? Beauxbatons surely wouldn't let her go back so close to the start of term... The Aurors were very uncomfortable at this point; they had never dealt with young female hormones on a mission before, and offered to buy her a new wand and pay for room and board at the Leaky Cauldron until one started worriedly muttering about something seriously black escaping Plasma Land and the Leaky Cauldron being too dangerous when Rosie snorted. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the tear-streaked girl wearing the smallest of smiles.

"The Leaky Cauldron is the least dangerous place I could think of. Nothing Seriously Black is gonna attack me in front of billions of people." Rosie wasn't too sure what the Leaky Cauldron was, but it sounded like a decent motel or something, so she was all for it.

What she wasn't expecting was a 'Sirius Black is a mass murderer and you should avoid him at all costs' lecture which she could've sworn she had heard somewhere before. In the end, the Aurors all agreed to send her to the Leaky Cauldron, buy her school supplies, and send her off to the safe walls of Hogwarts, where she will (pretend to) learn about the magic given to mortals so she would actually be able to make a life for herself in the future.

So here she is, lying in the moth-eaten bed in her dingy room at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for sleep to overcome her, really rethinking all of her life choices, and wishing she were back at home.

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The next day, Rosie got ready for a nice day in Diagon Alley and went downstairs for breakfast. The only person there, other than Tom of course, was a boy maybe her age with black hair sticking up in the back. Deciding she should say hello, she confidently walked up to him in all her blond-hair and black-eyed glory.

"Hello there."

The boy looked confused, muttering things about his aunt and going to Azkaban until coming upon the realization that there was a girl standing worriedly over him.

"Er, yes. Hullo to you too."

There was a moment of silence between the two while they each observed the other. After a while, the boy asked, "So, do I know you?"

"No, probably not. I'm a transfer from Beauxbatons. Going to my third year at Hogwarts." It wasn't difficult for Rosie to pretend she went to Beauxbatons. She was French, anyway. "My name is Aurora Rosaline Chloé Tempselle Feudestin. Pleasure to meet you..?"

The boy looked quite taken aback at the mention of Rosie's horrendously long name, but nevertheless answered, "Harry. Harry Potter. Well, if we're doing full names here, Harry James Potter. Hogwarts third year as well."