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Mary Abramov, of number five, Privet Drive was proud to say that she never wanted kids, thank you very much. She was already on the up-and-up with her personal business and was the last person you’d ever expect to take in a kid because she just couldn’t stand them.
Ms. Abramov was the owner of a company called ‘The Sweet Exchange’ which was a bakery shop. She was a tall, fit woman, with long curly blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. She had everything she ever wanted… but she also had a great fear…
That someone would find out about her family. See, she has a secret, she wasn’t from the area… and her Mother was a witch, but she was born without powers. She didn’t think she could bear it if anyone found out about her mother… Her mother abandoned her the moment it was revealed that she didn’t have any magical abilities.
They hadn’t seen each other in many years, Ms. Abramov was sure that her mother liked to pretend that she didn’t exist. She and her good-for-nothing husband, that is. She shuddered to think of what the neighbors might say if her mother, her mother’s husband, and her siblings were to arrive on the street.
When Ms. Abramov woke up on the dull gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the sky outside that suggested anything wrong might happen, she got up, grabbed her uniform, put it on, and made herself some breakfast. Once she had finished eating, her Neighbor, Petunia Dursley called to gossip about Mrs. Number Three. Her son screeching in the background made Ms. Abramov hang up, along with the fact she had work soon.
Ms. Abramov didn’t notice a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
At eight Ms. Abramov exited her home and got in her car, starting the engine and heading for her bakery. When she got there she went straight to the kitchen to yell at the chefs, who were messing it up like normal. The bakers couldn’t ever do it right! As she went about her day, at around lunchtime, a man came in. He was large, with hardly any neck, and barely any hair, however he did have a rather large mustache. He ordered a large doughnut, so Ms. Abramov put it in a bag. She did notice him muttering about ‘Weirdos in cloaks’ when he was paying.
Ms. Abramov felt her blood run cold, she snapped at Jake to man the till, she went outside, “Oi! Stop loitering at my bakery! You’re going to be chasing away all my customers!” She snapped at them.
“Oh, even you can’t make me upset on this joyous day! Even a muggle like yourself should be celebrating for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has finally been vanquished. This is a happy, happy day!” The sole witch of the group said.
“I don’t care if Dumbledore himself vanquished him, get off my property,” Ms. Abramov replied in a low whisper. The group of wixxen looked at each other, before slowly walking away, continuing their fast chatter, and yet, Ms. Abramov could tell that they were talking about her.
Ms. Abramov's mood was sour for the rest of her day, she eventually went back home after yelling at a few more incompetent cooks, and a barista or two. She went to bed after eating a quick dinner. It took a while for her to actually fall asleep… something felt… off.
Sometime later, early-morning, a pair of wizards slowly walked onto the corner, they went to the front steps. “Are you sure about this, Jerry?” The taller, darker-skinned of the pair asked.
“We don’t have much choice, Charlie, and even if we did… We don’t want Rose to have to leave, and either way, she can’t come with us,” The shorter, paler-skinned man said. He placed his daughter on the front steps and kissed his daughter’s forehead. “Stay safe, Rosebud,” He says, before taking a step back.
Charlie went forward, got onto one of his knees, and set an envelope next to his sleeping child.
“Den and Papa love you, my sweet Rosebud,” He said softly.
Charlie rang the doorbell, and quickly stepped back, grabbing his lover’s arm and they spun on their heels, disappearing on the spot.
Half asleep, Ms. Abramov went down the stairs, silently cursing whoever dared to ring the doorbell at this hour. She opened the door and looked around. There was a loud cry from the steps, she looked down and screeched. There was a small, slightly tan-skinned baby, with light brown hair laying there, crying.
It had been a bit over six years since Ms. Abramov found Rosebud on her front steps, and the Dursleys had found Harry. Ms. Abramov had a family emergency, her mother was ill, and she had to go and take care of her, so she left Rosebud with the Dursleys with a temporary guardianship. If she was unable to come back in two years the Dursleys would become Rose’s legal guardians.
“Wait up Harry!” Rosebud said, laughing, chasing after her best friend. She didn’t know why her Aunt had to leave, she just knew that she had an extended sleepover with her two best friends, Harry Potter, and Dudley Dursley.
“No way, Rose!” Harry laughed.
“Dudley! Harry! Rosebud!” Petunia called from the backdoor. The two seven-year-olds and one eight-year-old came running to Mrs. Dursley.
“Food,” She said, she put the plates on the counter. The three kids grabbed their plates, it was sorted by color, Harry had a red plate, Dudley a yellow, and Rose a green. They sat at the table.
“I can’t wait for school to start tomorrow!” The oldest of the three said, Harry and Dudley nodded.
“It’s going to be so much fun!” Dudley said.
As the weeks went on, Rosebud started to get more and more sad. She walked to Aunt Petunia, she had been given permission the previous week to call her Aunt! Rose asked, “Aunt Petunia… why isn’t Aunt Mary back yet? Doesn’t she love me?” Rose has tears in her eyes.
“Oh darling…” Aunt Petunia said softly, giving the young child a large hug.
“She said she wouldn’t ever leave like my parents did!” She sobbed out, crying. Dudley and Harry slowly walked over and hugged her. She just continued to cry.