Still no beta-reader and i dont like this chapter that much. May rewrite details when i have a clearer head.
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Rose breathed heavily when she run down the Privet Drive.
She hadn't stopped for a second when the door finally had given in and just kept running.
Too big was the fear that the Dursleys would stop her, too big the fear that the robbed figures would appear again.
She run and she run, until she reached an empty playground and finally allowed herself to catch her breath.
She sat down on a bench, still trying to calm her breathing down.
The realization hit her slowly:
She had done it! She had actually done it!
The first step of her plan was complete, next step was getting the train to London and finding the mage who had created her pendant.
After that…
Well, that was for then, getting to London would be difficult enough for now.
Rose jumped up from the bench.
She shouldn't waste any more time, figuring out where the train station was didn't happened by itself after all.
"It is getting pretty late young lady."
Rose swirled around. Behind her on the bench she had just stood up from sat a young man clad in an old dirty coat and an unshaved face.
He looked tired, as if he hadn't slept for days, yet a friendly smile was on his face.
She felt her stomach squirming in fear- the bench had definitely been vacant a second ago.
"Don't you think you should hurry home? I am sure your family is already worrying for you."
Roses eyes jumped between the man and the street.
It didn't look like there was anybody else there and the man wear a robe or had a magic stick- wand she supposes- with him.
"Why don't I bring you home? Children shouldn't be …" He had hold out her hand, seemingly in a friendly gesture, but Rose immediately took to her heels and ran off.
She wouldn't take any chances getting stopped leaving again!
Suddenly small banging sounds echoed through the streets.
With big eyes she saw how robbed figures appeared out of thin air around her stopping her in her tracks.
Not again!
"Rose!" Behind her stood the man in worn out coat, catching his breath. In his hand was unmistakable one of these wands the robbed figures had used.
"I know that it is not easy with your aunt, but believe me if I tell you that it is your best choice." He stepped closer to her looking sympathetic at her.
"There are a lot of bad people trying to get a hold of you, but with your aunt you are safe and…"
"She is not my aunt!" Rose pressed out.
"We are not even related!" And even if they were it wouldn't matter.
"And my mother lives! So, I want to her!"
The rugged man looked like he was unsure what to say for a second.
"Rose… that woman… I am sure she loves you, but she also isn't here to take care of you and it may actually be better if you stay with the Dursleys."
Rose had enough of this. Whoever this man was or whatever he thought to knew about her, he was obviously wrong!
And she would certainly wouldn't listen to men that ruined everything back then!
"No! I am going to find my mother and stay with her!"
Angrily she turned around, intending to storm away before they could bring her back to the Dursleys, but the man grabbed her at the shoulder.
"I am sorry Rose. I know you don't understand this yet but we really only want the best for you."
Rose tried to wriggle out of the man's grab.
"Let me go!"
The result of her struggle was the man reinforcing his grab though he seemed to try and not to hurt her.
This however did little to calm her down nor to stop her in her attempt of freeing herself.
Suddenly the sound of a small explosion echoed through the street, as the young man was pushed from his feet and jammed back a few meters.
Rose, breathing heavily, had her arm out stretched at the now on the ground lying man.
Using her explosion spell had been a momentary decision and for a second, she feared to have greatly hurt the man before she saw him trying under great effort to get back up again.
Rose acted immediately: A second explosion ripped the robbed figure closest to her of the ground and caused him to flew across the road.
She took the created opening without hesitation. Sprinting faster then she had ever before she sprinted down the road, only caring to put as much distance between the people that wanted to bring her back to the Dursleys as she could.
Sadly, her little stunt of magic was not enough to deter them of their objective.
Two of them materialized in front of her, cutting of her path.
Both of them raised their wands, but Rose reacted immediately, blasting the left mage of his feet with another explosion.
Quickly she tried to do the same thing to the other, but before she could do so much as outstretch her arm, it was forced down by an invisible force.
A painful sensation spread through her body as she felt every muscle in her body starting to tighten up and causing her arms to lock close to her torso, rendering her immobile.
With a dull sound she falls down to the ground.
Unable to stop her own fall, it hurt quite the lot when she hit the ground. Yet the same painfully tightened muscles that had kept her from defending herself also kept her from crying out in pain.
"Dammit Mad-eye what is it with you and cursing children!?"
From her position she couldn't see what was happening, but she could hear that the mage before her was talking to someone behind her.
"She managed to perform some wandless depulso-charm at six, I don't risk figuring out what else she can do."
The voice behind her had an innate aggressiveness that would have made her shiver if she could have moved.
The picture of an angry bulldog appeared shortly for her eyes as she heard the voice.
"Ever heard of accidental magic Allister?" Another voice joined the discussion. "Happens to many children in stressful situations."
A shadow appeared over Rose. Something heavy and metallic clacked on the asphalt besides her head.
"That wasn't accidental Aberforth! She used it twice and both times to maximal usage. There was neither shock or surprise in her eyes, she knew what she was doing."
The second man made a disagreeing sound.
"She clearly has clearly experimented beyond what witches her age normally does and seemingly achieved some measure of control."
The second man was obviously not appeased by this.
"And this justifies jinxing a six-year-old with a full-body bind?"
The man above her picked her up at the backpack and tucked her under his arm.
Roses entire body was a rigid board, held straight by her painfully tense muscles.
"Don't be overly dramatic. I remember students at Hogwarts cursing each other with it for fun. And it kept you from ending up like Lupin and Diggle."
"Ah I just was a bit surprise by it." A high voice answered from somewhere.
"Quite the nice spell, she is definitely going to become a great witch!"
The man who had tucked her like a stiff board under his arm and was apparently named Moody just huffed.
"Then be more vigilant! This time it was just a little girl figuring out a depulso, next time you are getting mauled by a werewolf."
Moody or whatever his name was moved with her back into the direction she had come from.
The voice of the ragged man spoke again.
"A full-body-bind was that truly necessary?"
A grumpy noise from the man carrying her ended any repeat of the argument.
"Well, what now? That's the second time she tried to leave and I can't really fault her at that. Worst kind of muggle I ever saw. Shouldn't we consider a better solution? I am certain there are many families that would love to take her in. The Weasleys or Longbottom for example."
Moody hadn't any of it.
"Dumbledore has his reasons for placing her here and I trust him if he believes this to be the best option."
Rose hearing this tried to wiggle out of the man's grab. But her muscles refused to follow her command.
Yet she tried anyway, she simply couldn't return to the Dursleys!
Yet none of her muscles even flinched in the slightest way.
"Lets just bring her back and check on the muggles. Shouldn't they have followed Dumbledores direction of changing their behaviour I will make it clear to them that it wasn't a suggestion."
But Rose didn't listen to the conservation anymore.
She was desperately trying to get her body to move again.
Who knew what the Dursleys would do next now that she had managed to break out once?
Desperately she tried to concentrate on her magic just like she had before, forcing herself to calm down just for a second, to control her inner power.
Yet somehow it just didn't want to work.
Maybe she was too unconcentrated, perhaps her painfully tightened muscles made it hard to focus or to regulate her breathing. Whatever it was Rose failed gain control her magic as she did before.
Perhaps if she had stayed calm and collected, she would have regained the proper state of mind soon enough, yet her panic over her missing success causing her grip on her power to get even worse.
Then when Moody gathered the other mages around himself and passed her like one would a board to someone else before starting to give instructions, she wanted to scream.
Though not out of frustration due of her magic.
Because now she got a proper look on Moodys face and what she saw made her almost forget about her situation.
It was like straight from a nightmare.
A huge chunk of it was just straight up missing. A mere fraction of the nose still being present and a collection of ugly scars spread over his face.
While his left eye was a still very human-looking dark pearl, the other one was an obscene looking big blue marble that caused his face to look even more distorted.
Gale was rising in her throat when it suddenly swirled around and looked straight into the back of his head.
She was actually was relieved when he turned around and disappeared in a loud swirl.
"Do we actually have to wait a minute?" The man holding her asked the others.
Rose had been too distracted to actually listen what the disfigured man had said to his comrades and felt a bit out of the loop. Why were thy waiting?
"Don't buffer arguing with Mad-eye. If he wants to check out the house of the muggles before we bring Rose back then it's a greater waste of time convincing him of the opposite than just going along with it."
Right, not important. Rose thought. She was trying to flee by using magic after all.
Funny enough had the shock with the fittingly named "Mad-eye" ripped Rose out of her growing panic.
Instead of blank panic determination started to settle inside Rose.
If she didn't succeed here than she would go back to the Dursleys and perhaps never manage to escape again.
Being forever their prisoner, never seeing Cirilla again…
Despite the pain in her muscles Rose focussed all of her mental might on her magic.
Slowly, far too slowly she started to feel it. It wasn't much but she was determent and desperate enough to keep going no matter what.
So even when the mages prepared themselves to "apparate", she did not stop at her fruitless.
She couldn't allow herself to lose control because of pain or fear!
And then Dedalus Diggle apparated with a still cursed Rose Potter back to the Dursley residence at Privet Drive number 4.
Or at least he tried to.
He would never arrive at his destination.
For many years the wider wizarding populace, the ministry of magic and the practically disbanded order of phoenix would wonder what had happened that day in little Whinging.
Funny enough for a time this would even be the case with the two people most affected by it.
Rose had not managed to regain control about her magic. Her method had been developed from meditation and breathing exercises, both things very difficult to accomplish when your body was forced in keeping itself in a restricted form by muscle spasm.
Yet with the same willpower with which she had discovered a wandless method to use her powers she tried anyway.
And despite all the difficulties, when Dedalus Diggle tried to apparate to Privet Drive number 4, she had regained some minimum of control.
Yet before she could rejoys about what little magic she had gained the sensation of being suddenly forced though a very tight rubber tube!
Too call this experience uncomfortable would have been an overstatement.
It was like being compressed to a tiny minuscule point, yet retaining your human form. It was paradoxical, it was uncomfortable, it was unnatural.
As such it shouldn't surprise anyone that Roses small painfully degree of control was immediately lost when she experienced all of this.
However, while she lost control over her magic again this didn't mean that she accomplished nothing. No, she had managed to call upon a small amount of power just before the mage apparated.
Now this amount wouldn't have been able to do much, frankly it was just the bare minimum that she collected by reflex when sensing her own magic power. Not more than some small slivers of a greenish aura sipping out of her.
Yet when she felt herself being compressed into that tiny point, something in her reacted, an instinct she never knew she had, a part of her that somehow resonated with the wizards attempt at teleportation.
All of this, the apparation, the release of a that sliver of power and that unknown instinct rising inside her, happened in the same exact millisecond.
One or two of these together wouldn't have caused so much as making an ant stop in its business for a second.
But all three of them combined were not to be underestimated. There effect not something any wizard or witch alive had ever seen- at least in this world.