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So this chapter is called "Saving Norbert." Okay. Whatevs.

Quirrell, true to my suspicion, was braver than they we all thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to get paler and thinner, but it didn’t look as though he had cracked yet from Professor Snape’s scrutiny. Every time we passed the third floor corridor, Ron, Hermione, Neville and I would press our ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside.
You know, Rowling wrote a crime fiction book that came out this year called The Cuckoo's Calling. She released it under a pseudonym because she wanted people to read it without going "oh this is the author of Harry Potter." It got pretty good reviews. Which kinda makes sense, because in the Harry Potter books, Rowling was pretty dang good with the mysteries, setting things up, giving tiny clues and big red herrings and pulling off genuinely clever plot twists.

Whenever I passed Quirrell I would give him a neutral smile and I bid my other friends to try and keep the suspicion out of their faces, and give off an air of normalcy.
Harry gave an "encouraging" smile whenever he passed Quirrell. Rose gives a "neutral" smile.

So they're studying, and it mostly follows as canon, except for things that are altered to give someone else's lines to Neville (usually Ron's). Oh, and points about how great Rose is.

I had drawn up a timetable myself and compared it with Hermione’s but I drew the line at colour coding my notes. I just sorted them alphabetically and according to subject and kept it all in various three inch thick files, which I had asked Minnie to go buy for me during the previous summer in Muggle London.
What eleven-year-old sorts their notes by fucking files?

Also, quit referring to events that we never saw happen, author. It just makes you look like you're pulling stuff out of your ass.

Speaking of, Hagrid shows up and they see he has all those dragon-raising books.

“I heard Hagrid say he always wanted a dragon,” I commented airily with a worried frown.
When the fuck did you hear that? Harry heard it when Hagrid accompanied him down Diagon Alley. That never happened to Rose, because Professor McGonagall went with her.

And now, because I'm a huge fucking nerd, something I found funny.

“But there aren’t wild dragons in Britain?” I asked alarmed.

“Of course there are,” said Neville.

“Yeah, Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks,” said Ron, “the Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our lot have to keep putting spells on Muggles who’ve spotted them, to make them forget.”

So, Rose makes a big deal about how she's all studious and stuff, right?

Here's a bit of fun trivia: Rowling actually did defictionalizations of two in-universe books from Harry Potter: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them and Quidditch Through The Ages, both of which figure into the first book in the series, with the former being one of Harry's required textbooks and the latter being something he checks out from the library.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them lists all the different breeds of dragon, what they like to eat, and where they live. What I'm getting at is that Rose apparently doesn't know something that's in her required textbooks, despite her going on about how oh-so-studious she is.

Now, picking on a fanfic author for not reading something Rowling wrote for elementary school students, but something just rubs me the wrong way about it going out of its way to do its own bullshit fanon (or more accurately, fanon ripped from other fanfics) while ignoring perfectly fun and usable canon worldbuilding.

So the group heads over to Hagrid's house to ask questions about the Philosopher's Stone, blah blah blah mostly proceeding as canon, they see the egg, yadda yadda.

Then, one breakfast, Hedwig brought me another note from Hagrid. He had written only two words: It’s hatching. Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut. Hermione and Neville especially, wouldn’t hear of it.

“Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see…Splat!” Ron was interrupted by a red blob of paint that had sprung from the end of my wand and hit him in the face. I was across the table from him and could not use any normal means to stop his unthinking mouth. I’m sure if I hadn’t had hit him with a red Paintball Charm, he would have been red anyway from anger.

So, wait, Ron said "Splat"? Why would he say that?

And really, she hits him in the face with a paintball charm? As in, like a paintball gun? I'm gonna assume that those things don't have as much force as an actual paintball gun, because at that distance it'd draw blood. And she did that just to get him to stop talking? Why not just use your Secrecy Ward you're so fond of showing off? And if you want to avoid drawing attention to yourself, hitting someone in the face with paint sounds really counter-productive.

Well, I'm thinking about it much harder than the author intended me to. The author just expected me to laugh at how Ron's stupid and how Rose is treating him like he's stupid.

So they go to see Hagrid and events progress as in canon until later, when we get more bullshit about Rose's druid amulet and Metamorphmagus abilities.

Especially since my Metamorphmagus abilities had continued to grow, and I had decided to keep a nice dark tan permanently to my skin, and I was even now able to control the size of my breasts, which I now kept at a size that would force me to buy B-cup bra’s in the future, (when I was wearing clothes, which would not be often) I had even experimented with maintaining C and D equivalent sizes, but they bounced something awful when running and looked too big on me. Quidditch training during the year and the Hogwarts kitchens had done wonders, and my skinniness was a thing of the past. Hermione and I were still the shortest girls in our year though both of us standing at around five foot two.
You read that right. She is using her magic to give touch up her boobs. She is also eleven years old.

And, of course, she decides to tell Hermione that she can "key" her amulet so that some people can see her naked.

Oh,” was she said her brow knit in thought, and I could see her mental gears churning, “I don’t want you to doubt my friendship Rosey, but can you give me a day or two to decide, you understand my reluctance?” I nodded.
As opposed to something like "What's wrong with you? Why would I want to see you walking around naked all the time?"

So they plan their deal to get Norbert to Charlie Weasley, and that's pretty much canon.

And then this.

Hermione and I were alone in the girl’s dorms. Everyone else was outside enjoying the rare sunlight that had broken through the haze of cloud cover. She nervously placed the tip of her wand directly on the ruby of the deactivated amulet, which hung from my waist. Her eyes nervously looked to mine for some support. I gave her a smile. She took a deep breath.

“I, Hermione Granger, swear I am a friend in trust and heart of Rose Jamie Potter,” she said firmly.

The pendant that hung on my waist started to glow with warmth that caused me to gasp at the emotions flowing through me from it. My breathing became deep and my heart skipped a few beats. After a few moments of this, the effect died down and the glow subsided.

Yes. Having friends swear loyalty to her. Sounds like something Voldemort would do.

So Hermione swears on the amulet, and now she can see Rose nakers. I should mention that this author was an avid Harry/Hermione shipper, which likely accounts for the Ron-bashing.

“You all right?” asked Hermione with worry, who was herself flushed and breathing hard.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, a bit out of breath. I activated the amulet and immediately Hermione blinked and rubbed her eyes much as Minnie had done. “What do you see?” A smirk from the girl told me that she really saw.

“I see a very pretty naked girl, wearing a beautiful amulet around her waist,” said Hermione. I blushed.

Totally not lesbians, guys.

you,” I replied and with a devilish smirk, “and I must say you qualify quite well on that score as well.”

“When, Rosey Potter, have you seen me in the buff?” asked Hermione with mock sternness, but the slight turn of red in her cheeks betrayed that she was pleased with the compliment.

“Really, Hermione,” I said, “the dorm showers are almost like the Quidditch changing room showers, open plan, for everyone to see everyone else, those flimsy curtains hardly help.”

They're totally straight, guys. Honest.

So after that stupidity is over-wait, no, the stupidity in this fic is never over, they carry out the plan to take Norbert to the top of the Astronomy Tower. There's a bit where Rose demonstrates how smart she is by using a spell to make the crate super-light so they can take it up more easily, and they see Malfoy getting pwned by Professor McGonagall.

And that goes well, and the chapter ends with this.

At last, Norbert was going…going…gone. I grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and we wrapped ourselves with it. It was only when we were back safely in the common room that I shook my fist and gave a muffled shout in triumph. No more dragon – Malfoy in detention – what could be better?
You see, the book didn't go like this. In the book, Harry and Hermione went down from the tower and were caught by Filch, because they forgot the Invisibility Cloak. Then McGonagall threw the book at them and docked one hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor.

Y'see, one of Harry's defining attributes is that he does what he thinks is right, regardless of the rules. This leads to him being a big rulebreaker, like when he organizes an illegal Defense Against the Dark Arts club in book five or when he sneaks into Hogsmeade in book three because Vernon wouldn't sign his permission slip 'cause he blew up Aunt Marge.

But when he has so little respect for the rules, that has consequences, and the purpose of this was to show that. He broke the rules, and he suffered consequences for it. But not Rose, she can do whatever the fuck she likes and get away with it. You know, I bet I'll be rooting for Umbridge in this.

Comments

Unknownlight Since: Dec, 1969
Aug 22nd 2013 at 1:03:08 AM
"And now, because I'm a huge fucking nerd, something I found funny."

Oh, for a moment there I thought the fic itself had a funny part in it.

I know, crazy, right? I don't know what I was thinking. I must be way too tired.
ILSS Since: Dec, 1969
Aug 22nd 2013 at 3:22:56 AM
She is using her magic to give touch up her boobs. She is also eleven years old.
Rose is becoming a druidess because it gives her an excuse to be naked at all times. She is eleven years old.

Rose is having intimate totally-not-sexual shower encounters with the girls of the Quidditch team. She is eleven years old.

Rose has her friends pledge their fealty to her, that they might always be able to gaze upon her nude form. She is eleven years old.
Posey Since: Dec, 1969
Sereg Since: Dec, 1969
Aug 31st 2013 at 11:02:38 AM
I OWN Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. So I appreciated that comment.

I wanted to see a nundu in the books.
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