Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters, books, or the movies. Which is good, because I would make it much less child-friendly.

I am so sorry it has taken this long for a new chapter. But, I won't be to blame for any more time wasted!

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Chapter 2

BANG BANG BANG

"WAKE UP, GIRL! I am headed to work and Petunia expects you working in the garden before the neighbors are up." Comes the rough, deep, and slightly struggling voice through the door to the smallest bedroom on the second floor of Number Four Privet Drive.

Rose Dorea Potter opens her eyes, her messy crimson bangs hanging over her eyes. She pulls herself out of the uncomfortably lumpy bed. Blinking the sleep from her crimson eyes, she walks over to the tiny closet with a few shirts and over stuffed with broken or forgotten toys. She pulls a faded black shirt that was clearly a size too small and pants that would look more at place on a hippo than an eleven year old girl.

With her clothes on and the door to her room unlocked, she heads downstairs and out into the back garden...thinking about how she ended up here, away from her twin and parents, for the last five years.

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Albus Dumbledore arrived at the Potter Manor to greet the two very proud parents on the happy birthday of the Boy Who Lived. Well, happy for most of the people in the house. Recently, the parents had noticed that their daughter was much moodier and acting out. They had chalked it up to just some childish vendetta, but after she ruined Charlus' birthday dinner the night before she was sent to her room and grounded.

With no other choice, and for the greater good, Dumbledore suggested to the two that with their daughter being a squib they send her to live with Petunia and her family. He would be able to place a ward around the home to protect her from those who would wish to hurt Charlus through his family.

So in the middle of the night, after dosing Rose with a Sleeping Draught the headmaster whisked her away to her new home...casting a seldom used ward by the name of Nonmagicae over the small house, focused on the young girl. The ward itself was designed for holding cells and torture chambers. Keeping those with magic inside its focus from being able to unleash this spell directly. The reason such a spell was rarely used, was that keeping someone's magic forcefully bottled up would lead to rather...disastrous results. Becoming an Obscurial just being one, usually more likely in children than the adults who usually were put under the effects.

Rose had a rather different experience than those who had previously gone under this spell. Usually, the magic in a person would simply die off after only a month...some even making a month. But, most of them weren't treated like Rose. With so little food, and constant hunger pains, her magic found an outlet. Flowing directly into her blood...using it as a sort of conduit to travel to where it was needed.

The effects her magic had on her was never obvious to the one it was altering, with the effects being slow and happening as she slept and worked on her chores. Her eyesight had always been poor, inherited from her father, but over the last few years her vision had become much better than most normal people as her aunt referred to herself and those she deemed worthy. Her muscles are rather defined for an eleven year old, even sporting a fine set of toned abs. Most of the girls her age were more jealous at her...quickly developing body. B cup breasts, slightly wider hips, and good deal of fat on her bones despite the muscle and lack of food.

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Rose Dorea Potter sat in the garden of her aunt and uncle's house, drinking down a small handful of water from the hose until she stopped and glanced upwards. The hairs along the back of her neck and arms stood up on end. She turned her attention towards the bird of prey that had triggered this response. A large black owl, with piercing sapphire eyes. As she stared it in the eyes...it flew at her. Swooping low, it deposits a piece of folded parchment on her lap before flying off into the sky.

She breaks the wax seal on the letter in her hands before turning it over. She knew what this was...after all, she remembered seeing a moving picture of her father holding one proudly.

Ms R Potter

The Garden in the Back
4 Privet Drive,

Little Whinging

Surrey.

With her letter having arrived, she slips it under her shirt and heads upstairs to her room. After all, her time had come...and she had plans to prepare. When she entered the Wizarding World, it wouldn't be a poor waif…

It would be in style.

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As I started saying at the beginning, this was way more of a delay than I meant,

and I am very sorry about that! But, I will be working more on this now that I am stuck

in my house without much to do.

Anyways, feel free to leave reviews and just random comments!