My name is Silent Rumor; I am a new writer to this site and to writing my own fan fiction. Hopefully my story is good enough for all of those fans out there. This story is AU completely, but some things may coincide with the book. Warnings are below.

WARNING: This is HPSS related but in a hetero relationship. Harry is portrayed as a girl. If you, the esteemed reader, has problems with arranged marriages or young dating old, don't read. This story is rated M for a reason, so flames will be unacceptable.

Don't own anything but my life. Damn...

Rise Up from the Ashes

Chapter One: The Arrival and the Past: Part One

"Emma, hurry, we'll be late for the carriage to Hogwarts!"

"Gee Fleur, you'd think I was making you late to your wedding," a girl with long, black, curly locks said, descending the staircase of her shared bedroom. She was dress in a long emerald gown. Her slender body supported the dress well. Her fellow classmates called her a dark beauty with flawless skin.Her hair was elegantly arranged. It befitted her to come from a pure blood family. Emma Silence Fields was adopted by her family and arranged to marry the second she reached their doorstep. Her fiance bought her an emerald ring with diamonds encasing the band. As she got older, it was charmed to size itself accordingly. Though they had never met, she knew she was falling hard for this mysterious man. She was finally going to meet him.

Fleur gasped, "Emma, you look—"

"Let's go Fleur, don't want to miss the carriage, do we?" Emma asked, her trunk floating behind her. Emma moved forward, "Anyways Fleur, you're the one that is part Veela." Emma smiled, her emerald dress, rustling slightly to her every movement.

"You sure you're fourteen, Emma?" Fleur asked, looking up and down Emma's slender body. "You sure have filled out nicely for a fourteen-year-old."

Emma blushed, a bell chiming loudly in the background. "Fleur, we must go."

Emma ran swiftly down the corridors, carrying her shoes. "And you thought I was rushing you," Fleur said, her long, blonde hair flying back behind her. "My stuff is already on the carriage."

"Oh hush, Fleur." Emma said, her lithe body moved swiftly, yet graciously down the sky blue and white marble that encased the whole school. "I never realized how much this school looks like a big wedding chapel. Maybe I should get married at this school," she turned her head, her bright green eyes staring sharply at Fleur, "What do you think?"

"Sometimes Emma, I really think you are older than you appear. Your eyes scare me sometimes," Fleur said.

"You should know me best, Fleur, I mean; we've been best friends ever since I tested out of my first three years and into your year." Emma stopped at the entrance to the castle, having met up with all the other seventh year girls attending the trip to Hogwarts to have the chance to compete in a competition known as the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

The other girls turned and looked at Emma and Fleur. "Wow Emma, you look amazing, even if you have been running."

Emma blushed, "Oh stop with the flattery, Catherine."

Catherine nudged her elbow into Emma's side in a playful gesture, "Planning on meeting your future husband at Hogwarts or Durmstrang.? Hmmm, Emma?"

Emma blushed, "No."

"Are you kidding, of course she is! Have you seen that jewel she carries around on her ring finger!" Fleur said, grabbing Emma's left hand, holding itup to the crowd. The crowd of girls gasped at it's beauty.

"Well, it matches your eyes, Emma," Catherine said, winking at Emma.

"Fleur!" Emma said, pulling her hand back.

"Now girls, girls," A big woman said.

"Yes, Madam Maxime," all the girls pronounced loudly.

"We are now departing for Hogwarts, everyone board the carriage."

The girls filed onto the carriage and off they traveled, on their way to Hogwarts.

…..

"Okay Rosie, watch Shane and Henrietta till we get back."

"Yes Mistress Lily, Rosie will do a good job watching the babies."

"We're counting on you, Rosie."

"Yes, Master James," Rosie said, her floppy ears shaking violently as she nodded her head.

Lily and James walked out the front door, leaving Rosie to take young Shane and Henrietta up to their cribs.

"Goodnight young Shane," Rosie said, charming the blanket to cover baby Shane. As she turned to Henrietta's crib, there was a crash down the stairs.

Rosie turned back sharply to Shane and charmed him to rise out of his crib. She yanked open the closet door and hovered Shane into the closet. As she was closing the door, a man blasted open the door the door to the nursery. She rushed back to Henrietta and grabbed her out of the crib.

"Drop the kid and I might let you join me as a servant you filthy excuse for space." The man raised his wand and Henrietta raised her heavy eyelids and yawned.

"No," Rosie said, "You can't have this child."

"Rosie," Henrietta said, a small smile graced her face.

"Oh how sweet, it can talk," the man said, "Avada Kedavra!"

Henrietta turned her head sharply at the blast of green light, "Bad man," she said, raising her small pointer finger. A bright white light erupted from her finger, shaking the house. The green light rammed into the white light and retracted back to its sender; however, a few stray sparks flew and hit young Henrietta on the throat. Her little eyelids fell shut and her body went limp. The bad man had disintegrated and a small fire was soon becoming a roaring blaze.

Rosie dropped Henrietta to the floor and ran to young Shane and opened the closet door.He was bawling his eyes out, choking on the smoke. As she picked him out of the closet, his cheek slammed into the edge of the door, leaving a long, straight, angular cut on his cheek.

Lights flashed brightly, and sirens sounded loudly. "Rosie will be back, young Henrietta, Rosie promises." Rosie ran down the stairs, the railing slowly being engulfed by the fire till it became a small fire like tornado, removing the railing completely.

Rosie rushed down the rest of the steps and out the door-less front entry. As she placed young Shane on the ground, he wailed out loudly. "Rosie sorry, young Shane, but Rosie must go get young Henrietta." As she turned to go back inside, the roof collapsed and with it, the first floor. Rosie wailed out, her arms stretching out and her knees collapsing beneath her. She sobbed greatly.

"Rosie!"

Rosie turned her head sharply, "Mistress Lily! Rosie is sorry! The bad man came and Rosie got young Shane out, but Rosie could only carry one child. Rosie watched as the bad man was killed by H—"

Rosie fell forward, as though struck behind with an invisible spell.

"James! Oh God! Henrietta!" Lily cried out, collapsing to the ground. "My Henrietta!"

James knelt to the ground and pulled young Shane to him. He stared at Shane, realization suddenly hitting, "Lily! Shane! Shane killed Voldemort!"

Lily's head shot up. Her red headed son defeated a Dark Lord, but her only daughter was sacrificed in the process. Lily gave one last wail and gripped her son tightly to her chest.

….

To Be Continued…?

You tell me.

Is Henrietta really dead? What happened to Rosie the house elf? Who is Emma supposed to marry and why does she tie into this story? How did Emma get into her seventh year at the age of fourteen?

Well, you review and I might just give you all the answers.

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