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28th July, 1994.

Rose's eyes open groggily from her dreamless sleep, well not purely dreamless, as she had heard voices shouting. Known and unknown voices. Animal sounds among other things.

It was a strange dream to be honest, her mind was still asleep enough that she absently patted around the bedside table for her glasses.

A squeak sounded on her right, and a little voice started whispering something. She tried to open her eyes wide to look around, but felt them getting heavy again. With a groan she fell back in deep slumber.

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29th July, 1994.

The next morning, the effect of Dreamless potion has faded and Rose was in natural slumber. Tinny has informed him that Rose had woken for a few moments, searching for something before falling back asleep.

Rose groaned and streched her limbs, this sleep had been one of the best she had in years. Only her dormitory in Gryffindor tower allowed her such sleep, eight hours of pure bliss.

She stopped in her motions before her eyes were wide open, unfamiliar surrounding welcomed her. But the most peculiar thing was two baseball-size blue eyes, staring at her with rapt attention. The pointy ears of the house elves flapped, as the creature observed her every move with caution.

But the house elf wasn't like other elves she had met, and not at all like Dobby, it was well-dressed in what appeared to be a sort of uniform.

Rose decided with a chuckle that it fit them, it wasn't like she hadn't seen Dobby wearing storage outfits.

"Misses be not moving so much. Master would be worried, and scold Jimmy." the elf said in firm tone, and Rose was reminded of Madam Pomfrey. She snorted loudly before looking over herself, her clothes were changed and she was currently dressed into a blue top and black pajama.

Her memory was still a bit foggy, but she remembered Vernon's purple face and Petunia's incensing looks. Something has happened.

The door opened at the moment, and a man dressed in black shirt and trouser entered, he had a bit curl and messiness in his shoulder length hair, and a beard that reached just above his chest.

With a staff in his hand, he looked like a hybrid between one of those modernist scholars, and sages of the Mage guild. It didn't mean he looked bad, just a bit intimidating and his eyes, those were bright green just like her mum, just like hers.

Rose fumbled around for her wand but didn't find it around her bed.

"Looking for this?" The man asked waving her wand with an amused smile.

He tossed it toward her, and she caught it quickly with her seeker's reflex. It was an ingrained movement that she practiced regularly, atleast when she was in school.

As she touched the wooden stick, the feeling of pure bliss and excitement confirmed that it was her wand. Holly wood and Phoenix Feather.

"Who are you? And where am I?" The girl asked with a strong voice. All her worry's forgotten, she had her wand. Although she wasn't Professor Black, or one of those mages, she was still proficient with a wand.

She couldn't brag to be able to cast wondrous area wide spells, nor can she turn the tides of duel single-handedly, but she had her natural reflexes. As her Defence professor called it.

"Me? I am Lord Harry Ignotus Peverell, and you're in the ancestral house of Peverell's. Grim Manor, as it is called." Harry replied with a ease, as he conjured a chair to take seat.

Rose eyed that piece magic with a bit alarm, anyone that could conjure a chair from thin air with a single tap of staff was powerful, and potentially dangerous.

"Peverell? I've never heard of the name," Rose said. "And that still doesn't answer why am I here." She added with a frown.

"You couldn't have, my family goes back to time of founders of hogwarts. But the male line was declared extinct in Britain a few centuries ago." Harry replied sinking down in the comfortable chair.

Rose frowned, and Harry noticed she did that too often. Perhaps a habit she had inherited from Lily, just like her hair and eyes.

"If the male line is extinct, they how are you here. You shouldn't be, right?" Rose asked.

"In Britain, no. But the Peverells didn't only reside in the Isle, there was a branch in France, and another in states. One of our branch also chose to stay in India." Harry replied, that information was correct. He had got through blood inheritance test, following the Peverell to three other branch.

"Oh, so you aren't from around here?" Rose said blinking rapidly.

Harry noticed the movement but ignored it for the moment, "I never said that, did I?" he retorted with a smile.

The girl eyed him before huffing to herself. "You still didn't tell me why am I here, according to my memory I should be with my relatives," The venomous tone used while mentioning Dursleys wasn't missed by Harry.

"Yes, of course. You're there two days ago, now you're here." Harry replied.

"Two days!? I've slept for two days!?" The girl asked in shock.

"You did actually, through 27th and 28th July. Today is 29th July. And as for your sudden appearance here," Harry stood and made his way toward the balcony, and looked outside.

"I, in proper mindset, wouldn't leave a magical child, a relative at that, in an abusive household." He turned toward her with a serious expression.

"Relative?" Rose asked with a narrowed gaze. "I was told the Dursleys were my only relatives alive."

"Alive, and available." Harry countered with a sad smile. "Remember, the male Peverell line here is considered extinct."

"What about the female line then? Couldn't they have adopted me, anybody would have been better than them." Rose snapped with a steely voice.

"The female line of Peverell line married into two other families, one of them is Potters. As that's how we are relative." Harry explained sitting back in his conjured chair.

"The only other line married into Gaunts, Old pureblood family, said to be direct predecessor of Salazar Slytherin. Their lines comes down to last remaining male member, Tom Marvolo Riddle, son of merope gaunt." Rose stiffened at the name, and eyed him with wide eyes.

"That's the name of Voldemort, or the name he used to go with before he changed it." Rose whispered, loud enough for Harry to hear it clearly.

"Yes, and I don't think you would like to be brought up under Voldemort's watch." Harry chuckled but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What about you? Why didn't you try to take me in?" Now that question would be too forward by any child, but considering a girl that has been mentally, verbally, and mentally abused for 14 years. It was quite a right question to ask, but that didn't mean he had an answer for that.

"I was disposed somewhere else, traveled back to isles less than a week ago. If I had been able to, I would have done that without a question." Harry lied, the first part not the second. If he could, he would have really stooped Dumbledore placing Rose in that household.

Rose didn't believe that for a second, "So, now what. You somehow found I was abused at Dursley, so decided to kidnap me. How could I trust you to not behave similarly or worse."

"No, I was informed about you by the goblins." Another lie. "I decided to just check on you, and if you wanted then adopt you. But when I reached there..." Harry let it end itself.

Rose stiffened but nodded, turning her head to left.

"You don't need to worry. If you like I would give you an unbreakable vow, or promise on my magic. I would treat you fairly, and never even attempt to lay a hand on you." Harry proposed.

"The promise would do." Rose replied still not meeting his eyes.

"At first," Harry stood up bringing his staff in forward. "I, Harry Ignotus Peverell, declare and swear on my family magic, the magic of grims and death, that I will treat, Rose Lily Potter, fairly, and to never bodily harm her intentionally. So mote it be."

His staff glowed bright yellow, and a tendril of magic connected it to her core, much to her wide eyed shock. The promis was sealed and her core was connected to it.

"I-I was not really sure you'd—but why? I mean, I am just a far off relative. You would take such a risk—why though?" Rose asked bewildered.

"To prove that I wouldn't lie to you about your health, it's not something that should be put in danger." Harry admitted sitting back down.

"What did you do to my relatives? You didn't kill them, right?" She asked.

"Nothing like that, just transfigured them to look more toward their wild side. That and cursed the house." He answered simply with a smile.

Rose looked at him a bit horrified, "But wouldn't that mean they would think I did that? You know, coz' of the trace."

Harry looked amused, "I tweaked the wards surrounding the house before I entered, I'm good with wards."

"You really thought about it, didn't you? But why would you go to such a length for a far off relative." She asked contemplatively.

"You're not that far off, you're the direct descendent of the line from which I belong." Rose eyed him sadly, before blinking rapidly.

She mumbled something that Harry didn't catch. "I didn't catch that." Harry said.

"I said, I don't know much about my ancestors, nobody was there to tell me." Harry cursed Dumbledore at first, the old man has snatched up her guardianship, and didn't have time to tell her about her family.

He also cursed Padfoot, and Moony. The two imbeciles didn't have guts to explain her about her family. They would get theirs at right time. At present his entire focus was on Rose.

"Let me tell you then," Rose perked up at that, not hiding her curiosity.

"Iolnathe Peverell, Grand-daughter of Ignotus Peverell married Hardian Potter. They had one son, Ralston Potter." Harry waved his staff, and magic gathered infront of him. Forming lines, and boxes with names, which were then connected to each other.

"Ralston had two sons, Henry and Lucius Potter," Harry conitued as two more lines connected to Ralson Potter's box. Meanwhile, Rose was soaking all knowledge about her family hungrily.

"Lucius Potter was the younger and had one son and one daughter. Elizabeth Potter and Charlus Potter, the daughter married into Malfoy family to Abraxas Malfoy." The box connected to Malfoys, Abraxas and Lucius name connected to it.

"She didn't live long, killed in muggle bombing of London in second world war." Harry added sadly.

Rose couldn't believe herself, she was somehow connected to Malfoy!? The utter git, the biggest arsehole of Slytherin house.

"Now, Charlus Potter married to Dorea Black. He was a veteran of Global wizarding war, and received an Order of Merlin for that. They had a son," Harry drew more lines and connected them.

"This son was killed in a Death-eater's raid in Diagon alley in his fifth year, he was named as Rigel Potter. The line of Lucius potter died there." Harry said and the box had a golden marker around it.

Rose eyed the intricated lines of her family tree, how did a stranger knew so much. She didn't know. Atleast someone was telling her what she wanted to know.

"Now, we return to Henry Potter, another veteran of first skirmish with Grindlewald. He married Rosaline Rivers, eldest daughter of a now extinct family." Harry drew the line of Henry Potter further.

"He is also your great-grandfather, he had received an Order of Merlin, first class for his spoils in war." Rose nodded her head in understanding.

So many members of her family had been war veteran, now she understood why Voldemort chose to hunt her family down. They were a dangerous family, Sirius didn't had time to explain her all this. And Remus probably didn't even know about them.

The only other person who could know about this would be Dumbledore, and he wasn't a free man. He had alot of responsibilities and duties, considering his various positions.

She was thankful to meet Harry Peverell, for not only he rescued her from Dursleys, but he was also wasting his time to teach her all of this. Despite her choice of House, Rose wasn't so thick headed, she was brave but that didn't mean she wasn't clever.

Nobody could survive in Dursley household for this long without being clever in general, and by the quality of his robes, she knew the man was someone with great wealth. Wealth meant connection, connection meant power.

The man either needed something from her or was overly kind, and she was doubtful that it was the second option. But she let him teach her the history of Potter family, because she wanted to know about it.

"They had a son, your grandfather, Fleamont Potter. Named after the dying family of his grandmother, his occuption is unknown but he was part of a few important guilds over the year." It was here that their dimension differed significantly, in his universe Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore and sent to Nurmengard.

Here however, he was defeated by Dumbledore but escaped the battlefield narrowly. Sacrificing his lieutenant, Vinda Rosier. Fleamont Potter had invented the Sleekeazy's potions here too, but that wasn't his only achievement.

He was an excellent dueller and part of the mage guild, a guild representing best of each field, as a potioneer. He was also part of transfiguration guild, at the time presided over by Dumbledore.

"He was a mage, in potion category. Part of Transfiguration guild, under Dumbledore. And an expert in rituals." Harry said out slowly, trully this version of Fleamont was much more powerful than his own grandfather.

"He married Euphemia Longbottom, second cousin of Alphonso Longbottom, who's grandfather of Neville Longbottom. Your housemate. Her father's line also merged with Potters as she was his only child." Harry explained.

Rose was focused on the name Longbottom, she didn't know Neville was related to her somehow. It was somewhat eye opening, the name Euphemia wasn't known to her. Neville should have informed him. That utter daft.

"Now on to your father, James Charlus Potter, he was the only child of his parents. He was a transfiguration prodigy, the likes of which is seen once in decades." Harry related as he had read about the man of his universe, his father had been a exceptional transfiguration master. But prodigy wasn't a termed used with him, maybe it should be.

Rose had known that, her father was considered to take up the headship of Transfiguration guild from Dumbledore. He was also prized as a stellar duelist, his dexterity with curses was proof of that.

"Exceptional at curses, and an able duellist. He's been said to duel with Voldemort thrice and defy him each time," Harry said.

"He'd duelled with Voldemort? I didn't know that, I mean I knew he was a transfiguration prodigy." Rose stated in shock.

"Yeah, It is kinda insane. Your father is not much prized these days, but at the peak of Voldemort's reign he was one of his strongest nemisis." Harry admitted.

"Even your mother wasn't that skilled, although she had a mastery in charms and one in rituals, under your own grandfather." Harry explained with a chuckle. Connecting a diagonal line with Fleamont Potter, named apprentice.

"So, my mum was apprentice of my grandad. That sounds cool, was my mom also that powerful." Rose asked eagerly.

"I am sorry, Kiddo. But there isn't much written or known about your mother." Rose looked up sharply at "kiddo", but Harry ignored the slip.

"You must know that I wasn't personally involved with your family, I can give you the limited information recorded about them. Not much more than that." Harry lied, currently he didn't want to startle the girl with knowledge that he shouldn't know.

For that, he had time. A lot of time, if things goes as planned.

Rose's stomach took that to moment to announce it's displeasure, it gurgled loudly. A blush rose to her cheeks as she rubbed the hem of her top.

It was really embarrassing, she could remain empty stomach for longer than this. So, it was a total surprise when her abdomen made the complain. Also there were other questions in her mind that required answer.

"Maybe, we should bring this conversation to breakfast table. You've not consumed anything except potion for last two days, also the elixir tooks toll on one's body." Harry said with a genuine smile.

"The Elixir? What's that?" Rose asked as Mr. Peverell exited the room, and signed her to follow.

"It's named as 'The Elixir of Moon', an alchemically derived potion. I invented it to multiply the strength of potions." Harry lectured with a deep voice.

"You invented it? Are you an alchemist?" Rose asked curiously.

"I've extensive knowledge of subject, but no official papers certifying my authority. I may have to look into that." He muttered to himself as they descended the stairs.

"You should do that, if you want to join the guild or get a job in that. The ministry is strict with that sort of stuffs." Rose admitted surprising him, he'd never looked into ministry's legislation or criteria at that age.

"So, why should this Moon elixir make me hungry?" Rose prodded forward.

"It's result of bathing moonstone in potion, and then letting it dissolve in unicorn blood." Harry directed them to the table. And sat at the head of table, signalling Rose to sit on his left.

"Unicorn blood!? It's tainted, right? Hagrid says it gives life, but half and cursed. A miserable existence." Rose asked in alarm as the food appeared.

"It is tainted, however only if the unicorn is killed or wounded intentionally. If it hurts itself naturally somehow, then you can pour the blood in vial. It's pure." Harry answered.

Pushing pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon towards her. A glass of pumpkin juice was poured into her glass, with a snap of Tinny's finger.

Rose gulped down her bite, "What about them? Aren't they going to eat?" She glanced toward the elves.

"Elves find it disrespectful to eat with their master, even then I don't restrict them to eat before us. But it seems, they like to eat after us." Harry said taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Her questions answered, the redhead focused on her food. And Harry didn't mention that her plate of food had nutritional potion added.

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Rose had finished her breakfast and Harry had requested her clean herself up, before they decide what to do forward.

So here, they were. In the drawing room. Harry taken a seat on the armchair, while Rose had hesitantly sat on the couch.

Rose looked around, the house, or the manor, it had a lot of space. More than the burrow, she remembered as she had visited it once at insistence of Ginny, and certainly more that Privet drive.

Mr. Peverell wasn't hiding his wealth by any means, the glass chandelier and expensive furniture around the house said the same. But he wasn't flouting it either, unlike Malfoy who gloated about his father's wealth, Mr. Peverell treated money as a commodity.

"So, what do you want to do now? You're not restricted to stay here, I can take you wherever you want. If you have a place to stay," Harry offered with a genuine smile. "Having said that, I must also tell you that the Potter and Peverell family has an agreement of mutual support."

Harry elaborated. He had found about it after the end if war, as there wasn't a Peverell alive in Britain, nobody could have removed him from the Dursley household.

"And as it stand, I can legally take you in. The agreement of mutual support allows me to foster or raise a child of Potter family." Harry explained.

"What's all of this about?" Rose asked with a frown marring her face.

Harry couldn't say he was surprised by her tone, he would have been also suspicious of a man trying to adopt him. Specially, considering his experience with the adults.

"It is not about something, and it doesn't needs to be. Simply, I see a fellow kindred soul in you, and want to help. And in this situation I can." Rose looked over him seriously, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

"You really don't want to use me somehow, I've learnt about predators. They lure in—"

"Cut that out, I am not a pedophile. I will swear a vow you want... you're basically family, and eew." Harry should have seen that coming.

"Family? We're related, but barely. And you still haven't told where do you belong in all of this." Rose waved her hands around clarifying her point.

"You'll get to know that in time." Harry waved her off impassively. "Now, I don't want to pressure you. I'll give you a week to decide on what you want to—" Rose cut him off in middle.

"I have a few terms and conditions." She said with a stiff tone, probably ready for him to reject her immediately.

He eyes her for a second before nodding in affirmative. "You have rights to, list them I'll see which ones I could fulfill."

Rose nodded stoically, she had said that to disgruntle him. If he was irritated, there was a chance she could read his true intentions. But he has accepted her demands easily.

"I want Padfoot with me, that is non negotiable." She demanded.

The man looked confused, "Padfoot?".

Heat rose to her cheeks as they grew redder, "Padfoot is pet name of my godfather, Sirius Black."

The man seemed shocked now, before rearranging his emotions. "Sirius Black? The same Sirius Black who's a former convict of Azkaban, and is currently at large."

"He's framed. He hasn't committed any of those crimes." She replied stubbornly.

"Okay, so, you're telling me that the man convicted of murder of Peter Pettigrew and 16 muggles, and considered to be the betrayer of Potters is innocent." Harry asked with a confused look. It was all an act obviously.

"Yes, the real culprit behind the murders, and my p-parents' betrayer is Peter Pettigrew. He turned into a rat, and escaped hogwarts last year. He was the pet rat of that stupid Weasley." She let out in single breath.

"An animagus, how intresting." Harry hummed. Truly, his focus was on Rose's mention of Ron, and how she did worded it. It was more like how someone not close to Ron would say about him.

The Ron of this time was really an idiot, focusing more on chess and lazying around than studying. The boy has even influenced him to follow his lead. Stupid Ron.

Harry chuckled inside at that, he still loved his buddy after all of that.

Rose eyed him, waiting for something.

And it clicked to him, she was waiting for the disbelief and outright claiming her to be a lier, or ignoring her words as ramble of a teenager.

He instead bent forward in interest. "And how do you know that, besides where did you find and captured him for him to escape?".

Rose gulped, this was the first adult aside Dumbledore who trusted her words for it. It was genuine of adults to ignore her words as riff-raff of a naive teenager.

"I know because I saw him alive whereas he's supposed to be dead, and he was pretending to be Weasley's rat, but Sirius got to know about that, and escaped from Azkaban to get him arrested." Rose explained with true emotions behind her eyes.

"Oh, that's quite unpredicted turn of events." He said plainly.

Rose looked bewildered, "Just like that? You're not going to ask more questions, or pass a theory of yours?".

"Nope, I don't think you would lie about something like that. And things didn't add up with Sirius' case anyway." Harry replied with a nod.

"What do you mean things didn't add up with Sirius' case?" Rose asked tentatively, still unbelieving of his quick acceptance.

"It doesn't, an auror like Sirius Black, who was known to be a dangerous dueller. He had a bad reputation among Voldemort's army, he was second-in-comand of Auror Alastor Moody." Rose face scrunched up.

"Who's Alastor Moody?", She asked.

"He is but the auror with most criminal capture under his belt, he single-handedly capture atleast 80 of Voldemort's men into Azkaban." Harry intoned, remembering she still didn't know much about Tom and his associates. Or Dumbledore and his Order.

Rose nodded understadingly.

"Black has killed most death-eaters, more than anyone else. He was brutal, resourceful and efficient at what he did. He had total body count of 37, and 6 captured." Harry explained with a grim smile.

Rose asked awed, "Truly, Sirius did that?".

Harry nodded with a smile. "It is a deal then, I will look into Sirius Black and try to get him to move in here. If not then you're free to chose to go whenever you desire."

In reality, Rose had nowhere to go, she couldn't impose on Hermione nor can she force Ginny to invite her again to the Burrow. It was due to this reason she had refused to ask Dumbledore about her accomodation, he had already refused her from staying in the castle for the summer

"Deal then." Rose said with a small smile.

"Now, if you stay with me. I can't let you look like that, you need dresses, proper wixen wardrobe and muggle ones too, if you so desire." Harry said.

"There's no need for that, I mean I have enough money. And the clothes in my trunk are fine." Rose denied with determination.

"Are they similiar to what you're wearing while I brought you here?" He asked with raised brow, already knowing her answer.

Rose nodded slowly, "Then they wouldn't do, if you're worried about my gold then be assured. I have enough galleons in my account to buy 300 sets of wardrobe for you, and still left with spending of lifetime."

Rose didn't say anything, what could she say. This stranger, she had only met mere hours ago, has offered to adopt her legally, bring Sirius back to Britain and let her spend time with him, and was demanding her to buy new clothes.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

He made her nervous, and feeling like a proper child for the first time in her life. Nobody has been so worried for her since she had her wits around, it was kind of nice.

So, she hesitantly accepted his offer and was dressed in her best top and skirt, a maroon-coloured robe thrown over that.

"Ready for our little trip," He asked with a smile, his expensive looking robes reminding her of some her rich classmates.

He conjured a piece of rope, and muttered "Portus!", before handing her one of the ends.

He winked as they vanished from the spot, there was pull from her core, like someone has hooked her navel and was pulling her. A sensation similiar to passing through a very narrow tube, and sudden urge to vomit her breakfast brought her back to reality.

She bent forward taking deep breaths, suppressing down the urge to vomit. "What 'he hell was that?"

The man beside her looked sheepish, "That was portkey, one of the forms of transportations. It feels a bit rough at first, but you'll get used to it."

"I doubt that. Next time, please warn me before dragging through that." She huffed looking around, they had arrived at the entrance of Diagon alley.

The entrance from Leaky Cauldron was just behind them, as they stood on a stone gravel circle. Specially alloted for portkey travel.

Harry chuckled her experience before walking with her to Madam Malkin's, a full set of wardrobe for her, two usual and two formal robes, completing theit shopping they moved to Flourish and Blotts.

"I have a few books to collect, you can look around while I do that." Harry intoned, Madam Malkin's has told them to pick up the order after an hour.

He tapped on the covers of the book, reading the titles. He needed a few on nutrition potions.

When he reappeared at the billing counter, Rose was just behind him. With a stack of six books, balanced in both arms. He gave her a confused look, it seemed they also had a few differences other than the obvious gender thing, he was never the studious type at her age.

"What? I wanted to buy them last summer, but Mrs. Weasley didn't let me. Ginny was getting impatient, Hermione was pretty annoyed with her." Harry's mind stuttered at Ginny and Hermione's mention, so his counterpart has befriended Hermione and Ginny, but no mention about Ron whatsoever.

"12 Galleons, 7 Sickles, and 3 Knuts." Harry put the said money on table and clicked his fingers, the books vanished and Rose looked at him with a start.

"Jimmy took them back to Manor, it would be bothersome to carry them around." Harry shrugged.

He exited the shop, ushering Rose toward the Eyelops Owl Emporium, he needed an owl urgently. Without an owl sending letters was not easy, a problem he was looking to handle quickly.

They entered the shop, the interior filled with animal noises and smell of droppings. Cages of birds stacked one upon other, hung from ceiling and attached to stands.

"Wellcome to Eyelops, looking for an owl? We've the best breeds in the Britain." The owner said in loud voice.

Harry looked at him expressionlessly and went through the birds hung from the roof, none of them looked special to him.

He looked around the cages hung from numerous stands, before his eye fell on a beautiful Black-Horned owl, with whites and tan sripes on his feather. Yellow intelligent eyes observed Harry keenly, and Harry smiled.

It reminded of Hedwig, not in appearance but behaviour. His first owl had died protecting him, the littel warrior.

He unlatched the lock of her cage, and extended his arm for her to take a seat. The bird didn't disappoint him, he looked into her deep yellow eyes and recognised a familiar bond developing. The owl would be faithful to him.

"How much for this one?" Harry asked, as Rose rubbed the plumage of the great bird.

"14 Galleons, a very fine specimen, if you ask me. Not many of those black ones are caught." The owner said with a smile.

"I would also need a stand, and a pack of owl treats." Harry ordered handing out galleons.

The owner counted 16 Galleons, and 14 sickles before pocketing it. With a wave of his wand the a tall wooden stand, and a packet of owl treats soared to the counter. Another wave packed them, and Harry was on his way with his Owl sitting at Rose's shoulder.

They moved toward the Gringotts at a steady pace, Rose busy with cooing the bird, which was soaking up all her attention.

They walked passed the wizarding bank, and entered the Knockturn alley.

"Keep close, will you. Don't wander or stop to look at anything." Harry instructed in a soft but firm voice. Rose nodded her head in affirmative, and moved a little closer to him.

Harry needed unicorn blood, and few ritual items. Rose's health wasn't too good, and he wanted to impart some of the benefits of rituals on her.

Harry entered the apothecary, bought required items and exited as quickly. They were soon out of the alley, and Rose has been following him quietly. Eyeing him suspiciously as he asked for unicorn blood, and manticore poison.

"Hungry again? There's a nice cafe around here, serves tasteful stuff." Harry asked, she nodded in positive albeit a bit reluctantly.

He smiled to himself, leading her toward the cafe he had had breakfast at, on the first day he had appeared in this dimension.

The Horned owl has chosen to fly to Grim manor, it's magic tethered to him, and as a result to the manor. He had sent the stands, and treats with Jimmy back. There was already an owlery in the manor. The stand was to be placed in his rooms, for the times she would wait while he wrote the letter he would send.

Hedwig had liked to do that, and considering her personality was similar to his late snowy owl, he reckoned she would like that too.

They took a seat in the corner, far from all the crowd as Rose was uncomfortable around them. Already enough attention has been focused on them, he knew Dumbledore and rest of the Britain would know about his association with her pretty quickly.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

31st July, 1994.

Harru ran fingers through his black hairs, as he hid a sigh. He had been correct again, there on the newspaper front, written with bold letter was the headline about him and Rose.

'The Girl-who-lived, Rose Potter, seen in Diagon Alley with stranger.'

It was detailed descript of their journey through the alley. Madam Malkin's, Eyelops, Flourish and Blotts, and even their travel to the shady alley. Or that was how it was portrayed.

The article seemed a work of Rita Skeeter, with false accusations of Rose dwelling into Black magic. Question on his relation with her, among other things.

It was pretty stupid of him to not use a disguise, he could've easily transfigured her face with himself. It was a fault

Another problem was Sirius Black, the man was elusive. Not that Harry didn't know that, he had remained hidded till the second task in book. Out of the country. It was same here.

The man was on run, and with his auror training he wasn't leaving a clue behind. So, Harry too was finding it difficult to track down the man.

Rose has been impatient, and it showed she did trust him but not completely.

The thought of his girl appeared into the drawing room, first peeking inside, then entering completely.

"Have you found any clue on Padfoot?" She asked taking a seat infront him.

Her nervousness diminished in last two days after she had confirmed that he wouldn't hurt her, or try to use her somehow.

"No, I went to france. Talked to a few locals, but it seems your godfather is being reclusive. He hasn't been sighted there, neither his animagus form."

Much like Britain, Paris too had a single block for ministry, and other magical institute. It was called as 'Marché de flux', and was loacted just beneath École Militaire, in an expanded space.

Sirius had boosted about his travel to market in search of food, and about the different french birds he had seen.

So, Harry was keeping a keen eye on the market, for Sirius to turn up in his animagus form.

"He's good at hiding." Rose admitted with a wistful smile, clearly remembering Sirius' escapades in Hogwarts.

"Yeah, he is. If I can't find him by looking around till the weekend then I'll derive other methods." He himself had good experience of tracking people down, he had helped ministry track down Death-eaters.

"Meanwhile, you should look into this." Harry passed the newspaper to her.

Her eyes widened as she read the headline, "What absurdity is this? And who's Rita Skeeter?" She outraged.

"It's usual story telling of daily prophet, and Skeeter is a scandalous women. Who likes to potray girl as scarlett woman." Harry chuckled to himself as he repeated Hermione's line.

"Scarlett woman!?" Rose asked in outraged voice. "I will teach her scarlett, that bloody wench."

Harry coughed at the colorful language, before smiling at the glare she directed at him.

She looked too much like his mother to be offended by her antics, he simply passed her another paper.

She read it with raise brows, and looked back at him nervously. "A ritual? Aren't they dangerous, and potentially dark?"

"A pretty common notion that is false, much like the whole thing around parslemouths. A dark wizard uses it for bad means, and boom, it suddenly becomes dark." Harry commented off handedly.

"Rituals are much more than people know about, they are a very seperate branch of magic. Just like runic magic." Harry lectured, and Rose had an idea that the man loved to do that. Although he was actually good at that, using simpler words and correlating examples.

"We sacrifice to magic, in return asking for a reward. Mind you, the sacrificed thing should hold a value. The same value is returned in form of gift." Harry explained expressively.

"Sacrifice? Like human parts, or dead animals?" Rose asked with a face.

"No, those are only required for revival or blood curse rituals. Healing, strength, speed, agility, magical prowess, and other benifits could be obtained by pure or impure sacrifices, such as phoenix feather, unicorn blood, dragon heart, centaur bones, and yes human parts willingly sacrificed." Harry intoned with a professional voice.

"Human parts?" Rose asked fearfully.

"Blood, hair, or at the most a finger or two." Harry explained with a wince.

Rose looked at with dawning expression. She looked at his hand, particularly at his fingers.

Harry grinned. "I never used those. They tend to bloody, and you don't know which infection you'll catch."

"On yourself." It was a statement that brought Harry back to reality.

"Yeah, I have used the rituals to heal others." Harry admitted, remembering Malfoy's wife. Her painful screams, as she had to sacrifice the index finger of her right hand.

"As I said, it's a branch of magic. There are both light and dark side of rituals." He quickly followed.

"And you want to perform one on me?" She asked nervously.

Harry eyed her carefully for a second, and nodded. "Yes, not a blood one though. Yours would be only for magical protection, and healing the malnutrition. Your body will be at peak condition after I use it on you."

Rose looked back down to the sheet in her hand. Unicorn tail hair, dittany leaves, powered cobra fangs, a drop of phoenix tear, and lastly a bowl of liquid gold.

"You don't need to worry, it'll be painless. What will be painful is the second option, I can heal most malnutrition pretty easily. But broken bones that are not healed properly are different proposition however." He informed her.

She gulped in response, "You know about that? How?".

"A quick observation charm does the job, anyway the other option we have for those except the ritual is to vanish those bones and regrow them with skel-grow." He said.

Rose still remembered her time healing from the spellwork of Lockhart, specially the pain of regrowing her bones. "We'll do the rituals, alright."

"Good to get your permission," Harry replied amused.

Rose gulped, if only Hermione was here. She could let the girl check all the facts related to this rituals, and would only allow it after confirming Harry's motives.

However, she was alone. And it seemed too foolish of the man to spend so much galleons on her, and let her magical signature be accepted into wards just to dispose her off.

Moreover, she had seen him perform alchemy while he readied the Ritual room, as he called it. It was fascinating, transfiguration of that proportion without a single drop of sweat, and that too of permanent kind.

She had asked him about it, and there's been a simple answer. Improve your transfiguration, herbology, and potions. Study Runes and Arithmancy, then he will look into it.

She was sure of the other subjects, except the potion part and had said so. He had promised to teach her properly, as he deemed it, and looking at his potion lab she was strangely excited to learn the subject from the man.

After evaluating the situation from every position possible, she concluded that he will allow him to use a ritual on her. If it did cause any problems then he's to be blamed, and will lose his magic as his promise suggested.

"Okay, I'll do it." She accepted.

"Excellent then, come to the ritual room at six in evening." Harry clapped his hand, and stood up to ready the room.

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Rose entered the room at 5:50 pm, and saw Harry readying the ingredients. There were ingravings on the stone floor, that seemed to carved out of magic. He had probably disfigured the floor permanently.

"It's temporary, the floor." Harry said out of nowhere, noticing her gaze on the ground.

"The floor is charmes as to return to its initial form after completion of the ritual, that's why it's called a ritual room." Harry explained.

"Now, you'll carry out the ritual, as my magical signature will interfere with it if I entered the ritual circle." It was lie, their magical signature was similiar enough to look over that problem. He wanted her to learn a few rituals, by doing it herself.

If he was going to impart some of his knowledge in this world, then she was going to be his first student.

"Strip down to your underwear, and step into the ritual circle." Rose looked up sharply at him, sending a strong glare his way.

"Don't worrk I'll keep my eyes fixed on rhe ritual circle. And it's necessary, charmed clothing would interfere with ritual magic." He spoke quickly.

The glare didn't abide, but the sound of clothes being folded was heard. He looked at her feets as she entered the ritualistic circle, today he would only heal her malnutrition. Bringing her body to peak condition. She appeared as skinny as he had been at her age, more so if he looked closely.

"Now, pick up that bowl with gold, and draw over the patterns on ground with it." She dipped her fingers, and it was cold instead of hot as she had expected.

She started drawing on the ground, over the patterns ingraved on it. She kept throwing glances over at him, and found him looking at her feet each time.

"Place the bowl outside the circle after you've finished, mind the lines though." She did as told.

"Now then, pick up the vial with unicorn blood and empty it into the circle infront of you." He said pointing toward the ingraved circle at her feet.

"Keep the dittany leaves into your mouth, but don't chew it. Drop the phoenix tear in the square behind you." Following his orders, she quickly uncorked the vial containing phoenix tear, and dropped it into square. It didn't smoke away, neither did it fizzle.

She quickly added the cobra fangs and unicorn tail hair to the triangle at her left, as suggested by Harry, and stood back.

"Now, repeat after me while chewing the leaves."

"I, name, urge to magic that they accept the sacrifice I have... " He started.

"I, Rose lily Potter, urge magic...swearing that I didn't harm any creatures in obtaining these, nor any ill intent. Bestow upon me the reward for the sacrifice, equals the value. Mote it be." She completed, and magic started swirling around her. Pure white magic.

Harry called Milly and stationed her beside himself, as to support Rose after the ritual has taken its toll.

Meanwhile, Rose felt pure bliss. She hadn't be so comfortable and light hearted ever in her life, she looked down as her chest swelled a little. Her height increased to match that of Hermione, and remained increasing. She felt her face fill, and her eyes burn.

She quickly discarded off the magical contact lenses, attuned to her magic. It was a gift from Hermione for his second birthday.

Harry frowned, the girl has been careless with that. If it interfered with ritual, then she could hamper her eyesight.

At last, the magic seemed to settle down around her and she felt a pull, she tried to resist it but it felt too strong. She felt her magic drain, nearly all of it, but something returned. Something stronger.

She felt her head spin, and black surrounded her vision before she lose the war to unconsciousness she was fighting without knowing.

The ritual has been a massive success, her magic would return stronger and more reliable.

(_-_-_X_-_-_)

1st August, 1994.

Harry was seated at a open roof café in Paris' magical district, nursing a cup of hot coffee with the day's Daily prophet.

A whole column was reserved for missing Bertha Jorkins, a column on Bagman, and one on legality of shurked heads.

The Ritual with Rose has gone excellent, the results were better than expected. The girl has not only got herself treated of malnutrition, but Harry has confirmed that she didn't have a horcrux in her scar.

The cobra fang has been used for the purpose, their consumption in rituals would increase parslemagic. But Rose's ritual had refused to absorb the fangs, signalling the girl didn't need them.

It was possible, in his own world Tom's soul was in tatters when he attacked the Potters'. The vulnerable soul piece latched onto anything living near it, but if the soul wasn't broken in so many parts then maybe it could remain attached to the wraith.

Although it was absolutely relieving that the girl didn't have a soul piece inside, he had studied about those thoroughly after his experience with Voldemort. And even if there seemed a few rituals, and runic spells that can get rid of them. They always left a echo behind, specially in a living host.

It also arose a predicament for Harry to research the number of soul piece Riddle has created, the man had created atleast five of those before confronting Potters.

That was the limit, as it was he could have created any number of horcruxes from one to four. He straighten a knot in his beard, contemplating all of this when suddenly a black blur passed infront of him.

Harry startled, and stood up to look in the direction he saw the blur go. There in the distance he could see a large black shaggy dog tailing a french lady, wagging its tail as the woman gave him a chicken bone to chew on.

It was Sirius, and he was upto no good. He could see that the bone held no significance for Sirius, it was the girl in whom he was interested. Harry chuckled to himself, the man was the most immature person he had met, always the ladiesman.

He stood up adjusting the staff in other hand, he placed some silver coins on the table and moved toward the black Grim. Its focus was elsewhere as he moved closer to the being, the large dog suddenly became alert as Harry stood behind him.

It looked back moving a bit crouched, eye widened Sirius quickly recognised him, probably from the Prophet's article. There was low growl, and the french wixens moved back a bit alarmed.

Harry didn't give him change to pounce, as a muzzle was summoned and fitted around his mouth, before grasping the back of neck hastily.

There was a burn in his pocket, as his wardbreaker let him bypass the wards to apparate out of the market.

Three quick jumps, and he was on the British Isles. Another jump, and he was entering the Grim manor, Padfoot writhing in his hold. Trying his best to get rid of the muzzle. Harry entered the house, at the same time Sirius tried to claw his hand, but he was quick and let the Grim out of his clutch.

Bones adjusted, muzzle shortened and back straightened, the dirty and ragged prison robes hanging from his shoulder, the man snarled throwing the muzzle to other side.

"You kidnapped me! You also kidnapped Rose—trying to influence her, where is she? What have you done to her?" The rabid-looking man lunged.

"Sirius, No!" A voice yelled, stood on the stairs with shocked face was Rose Potter.

"Rose," the man choked out, moving toward her, but Harry halted him in the way.

"You're going to clean yourself first, we have enough time for reconciliation." Harry demanded.

"And who'll stop me from hugging my goddaughter, you? I'll rip you apart, you—" Sirius begun, but was cut off by Rose.

"Sirius, Don't." She said in a steady voice, but there was a hint of amusement on her face.

"But he's mean, and had kidnapped you." Sirius turning toward her, this time noticing the changes in her.

"By the way, you look taller. Healthier too, and what about your glasses?" Sirius asked confused.

"We can talk about this later, seriously, you need to clean yourself." Sirius looked over himself with a grimace.

"Come this way." Harry said leading him to the bathroom at first floor.