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I was bouncing up and down in my chair, as was the usual before breakfast. I tend to be far too hyper in the mornings, something my mother calls a blessing and my father calls a curse.
Apparently, my mum is the same way. She was always up and about well before everyone else, leaving her with several hours of quiet time before everyone else woke up.
"Rosie, would you knock it off?" Hugo said, shuffling into the kitchen and slumping down in the chair next to me, yawning.
I punched him in the arm.
“Don’t. Call. Me. Rosie.” I said, eyes narrowed.
“Oi! Piss off!” he yelled, suddenly more awake.
“Kids, quiet down. Hugo, be nice to your sister. And Rose, he only calls you that to get a rise out of you. You’re merely feeding into it.” Mum said, one hand on her hip as she turned away from the stove for a moment, one eyebrow raised.
“Sorry, mum.” Hugo and I said at the same time, both sitting back in our chairs.
Dad came into the kitchen a few moments later, his hair ruffled and his eyes still half-shut.
“What’s all the noise?” he asked, though it came out more along the lines of “Whtsllthnse?” I guess something you learn over time is how to understand your parents when they speak gibberish. I smiled to myself as mum shook her head, flipping the pancakes.
“That would be your children, of course.” She said, though from her tone of voice, she found it all somewhat humorous.
“What’d you guys do this time?” my father asked, attempting to look at us seriously though his attempt failed miserably.
“He called me Rosie.” I said flatly, gesturing to my brother.
“Hugo, how many times do we have to tell you not to call her Rosie? You know how much she dislikes it. Besides, that’s not a nickname, that’s lengthening her name. And Rose, you know the main reason he does it is to get a reaction out of you, right? He’s a nine year old boy.” My father grumbled, sitting down in his chair and nodding off, his head hitting the table.
“So much for that lecture,” I thought to myself. My father was hopeless sometimes.
Hugo laughed beside me and I found myself joining in. Mum turned around and shook her head, “he never could stay awake without food in front of him.”
“Rose, dear, would you mind waking your father? Breakfast is nearly ready and he needs to be up.” My mum said from the stove, not even glancing at us.
I sighed to myself and stood up, walking over to my father. I poked his arm and he didn’t seem to move at all.
“Dad.” I said, still nothing. I shook his arm a bit and he still didn’t move. “Dad!” I said a bit louder and he still didn’t stir.
“Mum?” I said and she turned around once more, rolling her eyes at my father.
“Yes, you may.” She said, smiling. Beaming, I ran to grab the pitcher of water from the fridge, something we always had handy for this purpose.
“Three, two, one.” Hugo counted down and I turned the pitcher upside down, dumping its contents on my father’s head.
“BLOODY HELL!” My father said, jumping up and swinging his arm out just after I ducked, causing him to get off balance and slip on the water, nearly falling. He caught the back of the chair and lifted his head, now dripping wet and glared at me.
I set the pitcher down on the table and backed up slowly as his eyes narrowed.
“It was you, today, huh Rose?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Sorry daddy.” I said, stifling a smile.
“You better be, you know what this means right?” he said, standing up slowly. My eyes widened and I backed up another step before turning around and running out of the room.
My father’s footsteps followed closely behind and I bolted out the back door, laughing the whole time.
I ran as fast as I could, scrambling up the nearest tree as fast as I could. My father reached the tree moments after me and jumped up, grabbing onto my foot. I pulled and all he got was my shoe, causing him to curse.
“You win.” He said, now laughing. I stood near the top of the tree, my sock nearly slipping as I climbed.
Finally, I burst out laughing, clutching the tree trunk, tears streaming down my face.
“Come on, love. Let’s get some breakfast.” Father said and suddenly I was levitating. I glanced down and saw that he had his wand out, leading me down to the ground where I landed on my feet with ease.
“Well, come on.” I said, grabbing my father’s hand as I skipped back towards the house.
“Rose, aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, stopping and bending down to pick something up when I realized what it was… my shoe.
“Oh, right.” I said, laughing. I slipped the shoe on halfway and resumed my skipping, which proved to me quite difficult. I nearly fell over ten times by the time we’d finally managed to make it back to the kitchen. I took both shoes off and made my way towards the sink so I could wash my hands.
My mother was cleaning up the water with her wand when we walked in and Hugo was smiling as he watched her. Mum turned back to me as I made my way to the table and lifter her eyebrows.
“What’ve you got into this time, dear?” she asked and I gave her a strange look.
“What do you mean?” I asked and she reached out to wipe something off my nose with her thumb.
“You had dirt smearing your nose,” she said, laughing, “You really are your father’s daughter.”
My father laughed and made his way to the counter where my mother had all the food laid out. He grabbed the pancakes and a huge plate full of eggs and carried them over to the table. My mother grabbed the fruit and a new pitcher of cold water as well as orange juice as my father made his second trip to the counter to grab the bacon.
Breakfast at our house had always been something extravagant. My mother loved cooking and refused to do any of it with magic because she’d been raised to do it without. She said if felt like cheating if she used magic.
The back door opened and a few seconds later, my Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry came in, their kids in tow. Now we could truly begin our breakfast.
“Sorry we’re late.” Ginny said, attempting to flip her hair out of her face but her mane of red hair kept falling into her eyes. “Albus over here insisted on keeping us up late last night to watch the meteor shower and we only just woke up.” She said and Al grinned from behind her.
“So worth it.” He said, sitting down in the chair next to me and instantly grabbing food off every plate.
As if this were the cue, the rest of my family sat down in their spots and began digging in, making it yet another typical morning in the Weasley household.
“James, please, chew with your mouth shut.” Aunt Ginny said and James grimaced. Always the gentleman.
“Rose!” Lily shrieked from across the table, beaming.
“Yes Lily?” I asked, smiling. Lily was two years younger than me and the little sister I’d always wanted.
“You and Al are going to get your letters soon!” She said, bouncing up and down.
Al groaned beside me and Lily glared at him.
“She won’t stop talking about it.” Al explained to me, rolling his eyes.
“I know.” I said, hardly able to breathe. I’d never been more nervous for anything in my life. What if I didn’t get my letter?
“Try to control your excitement, Rose.” James said and I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Kids, enough.” Uncle Harry said and I gave him a grateful look. He smiled at me before turning back to join in conversation with my aunt and parents.
Sometime in the next few days, my life would change. I would either get my letter and find myself making my way to the best school in the whole world, Hogwarts, or not get my letter and have to begin contemplating my place in life.
I tried not to be negative, but I’d always found myself dwelling on what-ifs. It was the logical part of my brain, not wanting to get too excited for the good and therefore wandering to the bad, preparing myself for the worst.
Of course, I’d been studying all sorts of stuff since I was little. Not just magic subjects, but Muggle as well, thanks to my mother being Muggle-born. I suppose it made me a well-rounded person and helped me in all subjects, but it always made me wonder what would happen if I had been born into the muggle world instead, never knowing about magic or the existence of it. Always reading fairytales and wondering what magic could possibly exist out there.
The rest of breakfast flew by without much conflict and eventually, the Potters had to leave, something to take care of, Harry had said and I sighed.
I made my way to my room, perfectly content to spend the day up there, reading and writing.
My room had always been the one place I could truly be relaxed in. It was fairly small, a bed off to the side and a small table next to it. There was a large window on the opposite wall, with a view of the fields beyond. There was a small dresser that held my clothes and a few posters and paintings on the walls. Aside from that, there wasn’t anything but a ladder. The ladder sat in the very center of my room and it led to a door that I could open. When I opened the door, I could climb through and I would be directly under another ladder that led to my own tree house.
We’d built our house right next to a giant tree, the random rooms seeming to fit right into the branches and the uppermost branches reaching right over my room, making a perfect spot to put a tree house. My tree house had everything in it. A desk, a book shelf full of all my favorite books, and a couch that took up the whole back wall. It was all quite simple.
My dad and Uncle Harry had built the entire thing when I was about six years old and had continually begged them to make me one. At first, they were going to go with a traditional one in one of the many trees in the backyard but I’d thought of the idea for this one and
well, the idea became a reality.
I made my way into the tree house and grabbed a book off the shelf, immediately settling into the couch and reading.
~*~*~ 2 hours later ~*~*~
There was a knock and I realized it was someone knocking on the tree house which usually meant one person… my mother.
“Yes, mum?” I said and a few moments later my mother poked her head up.
“Hey love. Can I come up?” she asked, looking around and smiling.
“Sure.” I said, setting the book down and stretching as she made her way in.
“I’ve always loved this. You’re a lucky girl, Rose.” She said, stroking my hair and sitting down next to me.
“I know I am. Thank you, mum.” I said, leaning against her and closing my eyes.
“I brought you something.” She said and I sat up, looking at her curiously.
She laughed, “Nothing too special. Just something I figured you could use.” She said and pulled something out from behind her. It was wrapped and looked like a book. I smiled as she held it out to me. I took it and immediately began pulling away at the wrappings.
It was a diary.
The cover was white and covered with green and brown vines. The vines made up intricate swirling patterns, some dotted with leaves and, of course, roses.
“I know, I know. Not everyone likes to use them, but I figured since you were always writing, this would help you organize some thoughts and to release everything on the days you want to. Believe me, there are days it’s more useful than you’d know. I kept one, and I regret nothing. I love being able to look back at it.” My mother was now beaming, her eyes filled with tears.
“It’s perfect, mum.” I knew that eventually I could get used to using one.
“Oh, I’m so glad!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“That one is special. It’ll add pages when you begin running low and it remembers everything you tell it. If you ever need to look up a specific day or want to look at a topic, just write it in the little “search” box on the back page.” She said and smiled at me, kissing me on the forehead.
“Th-thank you, mum.” I said and she nodded, leaving the tree house and leaving me to look over the diary that now rested in my hands. Guess it was time to start using it.
June 11th, 2017
I find writing like this to be a bit odd. I mean, I’m not actually writing to anyone; it’s just me telling myself what happened each day so I can go back through and read it at a later date. I hope it serves its purpose and ends up proving to be useful in later years. If anything, you can be what I tell my stories, my troubles, my everything to.
Mum just gave this to me, saying that she’d kept one of her own since she was about my age and that one of her favorite things to do when dad is away is to read through her old passages, especially those regarding him.
I feel like most people start these sorts of things later on, I mean I’m only ten at the moment. But, alas, here I am. It’s now late June and I’m eagerly awaiting my letter to Hogwarts.
Well, I suppose I should fill in some background information so I feel like you actually know me.
My name is Rose Weasley. I’m the daughter of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. My birthday is August 9th, 2006 and I am a Leo. I have a younger brother named Hugo who was born July 20th, 2008. My parents are Harry Potters’ best friends and, well, he’s my uncle. He’s married to my aunt Ginny and I’m quite close with his children, James, Albus, and Lily.
I’m said to have inherited my intelligence from my mother. According to many people I’ve talked to, she was ‘The Brightest Witch of Her Age’ and it shows. I get most of my looks from my father, the red hair, freckles, and blue eyes especially. I did however get the curly, bushy hair from my mother’s side.
Here’s some things most people don’t know. I have a tendency to wander, especially late at night. I usually can’t sleep so I’m up nearly all hours reading whatever I can get my hands on. One of the biggest things most people don’t know, when I go to Hogwarts, I don’t plan on being in Gryffindor. I want to be a Ravenclaw.
I’ve always found something fascinating about being a Ravenclaw especially with my thirst for knowledge. I could read all the books in my house, and believe me there are a lot, and it wouldn’t be enough. I’m fascinated with puzzles, and I love solving riddles. It’s hopeless, but I feel like if my mother hadn’t been a Gryffindor, she would have been a Ravenclaw.
My mother always says that she knew I would be a clever one from a young age. Apparently there were times when I would do something I wasn’t supposed to, even before I could walk and talk, and she’d take a toy away from me only to find it sailing over her head seconds later and into my hands. I’d always figured out cheats or shortcuts in things she’d never even thought possible. Apparently my father didn’t know how to handle me half the time and would just sit there watching me, completely in awe.
My parents are two of the most incredible people in the entire world. My mother, as I said, is beyond brilliant. She is now a spell inventor and is at the Ministry five days a week in her office trying to invent new spells. She keeps claiming she’s close to a breakthrough but can’t reveal any more than that because it’s all confidential until it’s made public. My father, on the other hand, is an auror. He and my uncle Harry became aurors without even completing school, partly due to the fact that they had aided in Voldemort’s defeat and were a part of so much of the war against him.
My parents are the greatest parents outside of work as well. They supported my brother in anything and everything we did and they’ve trained us from a very young age both Muggle and magic subjects. Because my mother is Muggle-born, there’s a strong influence of Muggle things and subjects in our lives and my granddad Arthur ends up joining us half the time when we go to Muggle locations or learn about certain subjects.
My father, because he’s such a big fan and had his moments in school, has taught us how to fly and play Quidditch since we were tiny and as of now, I’m hoping I’ll be able to try out for Seeker or Chaser, I haven’t quite decided which. My brother Hugo, on the other hand has taken after our father and is a natural Keeper.
I have the greatest, and biggest, family a girl could ask for. Though they’re loud and obnoxious at times, I love every minute of it. I have ten cousins, five uncles, four aunts, and both sets of grandparents. Let’s just say, special occasions can get a bit out of hand.
Uncle George is the prankster, apparently he and his twin, who died in the Battle of Hogwarts, were famous for it and own a joke shop called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He and my aunt Angelina have two kids, Roxanne and Fred II. Uncle Percy had some issues with the family in the past but has since repented and he and his wife Audrey have two kids as well, Lucy and Molly. My uncle Bill is the eldest of my uncles and he and my aunt Fleur have 3 kids, Victoire, Dominique, and Louis. My uncle Charlie is extremely down to earth and is one of the funniest of my uncles, but he isn't married and doesn't have any children. Then there's my aunt Ginny, her and Harry have Lily, James, and Albus. It's a lot of kids and a lot to remember, but all in all, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Aside from that, there’s not much to me. I’m a pretty boring person and there’s nothing special about me. I’m just… well, Rose.
Until next time,
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June 12th 2006
I’m pretty sure today was the best day of my entire life.
It started out as any other day does, waking up before ten and being downstairs for breakfast with the family by half past ten. We ate breakfast as usual and father talked about the new dark wizard that’s apparently on the rise now. They’re trying hard to catch him, but he’s proving to be quite tricky to catch.
Mum said Hugo and I could play a quick game of Quidditch with father before we began a basic lesson or two and then we would have lunch before doing a Muggle history lesson.
“Rose, Hugo, you guys go play some Quidditch with your father for a bit. We’ll start lessons a little later.” Mum said, catching me off guard. She never told us to do stuff like that, her first request was always the lessons and us learning something. Then if we had time left over or if we wanted to take a break she’d allow us to do something like Quidditch.
I glanced up at her, eyes wide and my mouth hanging open.
“Oh come on Rosie, I know that you guys are dying to get out there and play, besides, the weather is utterly perfect today and I won’t make you guys miss out on that.” Mum said, beaming and kissing me on the forehead before standing up and smiling once more. I couldn’t help but continue to stare up at her in shock.
“Yeah, Rose. Why argue?” My father said, standing up and kissing my mum on the cheek, her face now tinged red. She smiled at him and he beamed back, wrapping her in a hug that left even me blushing. I stood up and pushed my chair in, knowing now wasn’t the time to argue.
“I- I’ll go grab my stuff then.” I stammered and ran out of the room, excited for some fresh air.
Mum happened to be in a particularly good mood today and I think it had something to do with the fact that she was getting closer to a breakthrough with her newest spell. Whatever the reason, she’d insisted that we play Quidditch so my father, Hugo, and I made our way out to the field by our house.
The field is about a five minute walk through the woods right up against our house and is surrounded by trees. We live in a wizard community called Godric’s Hollow along with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. It’s where Uncle Harry had always wanted to live.
Before making my way outside to join Hugo, who I could see sitting on the fence behind our house, beaming with excitement, I tiptoed past the kitchen and stole a glance inside. I saw my parents sitting there, my father smiling down at my mother who looked so beside herself with happiness, it was unbelievable. He kissed her on the forehead and she closed her eyes, leaning into him.
I smiled to myself before opening the back door and stepping outside into the warmth. Someday, I would have the kind of love my parents did, I’d make sure of it.
I’d always been told that growing up; my parents had pretty much hated each other. They’d always been yelling and arguing over the most ridiculous of things. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny had always said they’d done it because they were both so in love with each other. I didn’t want that thought. When I met the guy I was supposed to end up with, I wanted it to be mutual. That we’d both know right of the bat and there would be no annoying arguing or fights. It would be perfect from the beginning.
I sighed to myself as I stepped outside; my mind was always so in my books I mixed up fantasy and reality a lot. I guess I’d have to wait and see what happened… what was in store for me.
The three of us had walked to the field, joking and laughing as usual. When we stepped out into the clearing, there was already a group of people playing. Of course, it was the Potters.
James, Al, Harry, Ginny, and Lily had all been flying around, screaming and laughing as we came into the clearing. Al spotted us and shouted, causing Uncle Harry to look down before demanding we join the game.
We’d made teams and after an extremely close and nearly three hour game, Ginny, Al, Lily, and I ended up beating the others when I’d caught the snitch.
Our parents had all flown down to the ground, sitting and watching as myself and the rest of the kids flew around, practicing passing the Quaffle, catching the Snitch, and hitting Bludgers. That’s when it happened.
“Lily, make sure you lean forward when you’re trying to fly like that, don’t lean back or you’ll confuse the broom!” shouted Uncle Harry from below, causing Lily to groan. She and Hugo were the least apt flyers and the two of them were still getting the hang of things.
She leaned forward slightly and the broom shot forward, causing her to scream before leaning back and nearly flying off the front of the broom when it came to a complete stop. Hugo laughed and leaned forward to clutch his stomach which caused his broom to also shoot forward. Aunt Ginny groaned from below and mounted her broom, flying up to Hugo and Lily where she started showing them techniques. It paid to have a professional Quidditch player in the family.
“Rose, you’re chaser now.” said Al as he threw the Quaffle at me. I caught it just before it hit me in the face and Al smirked. “Nice one.” He said and I stuck my tongue out at him. He had a tendency to throw things at me when I wasn’t looking… especially when on a broom.
I felt the back of my broom suddenly grow heavier and I turned to smack James, thinking he was pushing down on it, something he often did when he and Al decided to gang up on me. When I turned, I saw an owl now perched on the end of my broom, an envelope in its beak.
I got my Hogwarts letter today! While playing Quidditch no less! The poor owl had landed on my broom and I thought it was James trying to play a joke on me and I nearly smacked it. When I saw what it was, I nearly screamed and fell off my broom. I took the envelope from its beak and stroked its head before it took off flying up and over the trees.
Al had received his at the same time, and we opened our envelopes while still flying. I still can’t believe it, it’s nearly time to go to Hogwarts myself! After all these years of hearing the stories my parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents (on my father’s side of course) had to say about the school and everything it offered, I’d never been more excited for anything in my life.
My father had immediately given me a hug as my aunt and uncle did the same with Al. After a while, we all made our way back to our house so we could talk to mum and celebrate.
I nearly fell off the broom and had to steady myself with the hand I’d had out to smack James. I steadied the broom and reached out towards the owl, who hooted softly.
I took the envelope from it and stroked its head, barely aware when it took off once more and flew away, disappearing over the trees. I stared at the envelope in my hands, hardly aware of anything besides the fact that I was holding a letter from Hogwarts in my hand. My hand trembled as I read the neat emerald green print on the front spelling out my name.
Rose N. Weasley
I glanced up and saw that no more than ten feet from where I was, Al too held an envelope. He glanced up, eyes wide. When he saw that I too held an envelope, he beamed.
“On the count of three, Rosie?” he asked, laughing nervously. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Three!” We both said at once, both trying to keep our nerves under control.
On “three”, we both tore at the scarlet seals that held them shut, pulling out our letters and holding onto our brooms with every muscle in our legs. My hands were shaking as I opened the flap and I was barely able to get the letter itself out of the envelope.
I read the letter several times before flying down to my father as quickly as I could.
“DAD!” I shouted and he, Aunt Ginny, and Uncle Harry all turned to look. “I GOT MY LETTER!” I shouted, unable to help myself. I threw my broom on the ground and ran to my father.
“Me too!” Al said from behind, landing next to me a second later, tossing his broom the ground right before he was attacked my Aunt Ginny from above.
“Oh, Rosie, this is so exciting! Your mother will be beyond happy, I’m sure.” My father said as he wrapped me in a hug. Conversation erupted around me and I’d never felt more happy than I did now, knowing that I was finally going to Hogwarts this fall. The one placed I’d dreamed about for as long as I can remember.
The next several minutes went by in a blur and before I knew it, I was bursting through the door, showing my mom my letter as she took it, skimmed it, and wrapped me in a hug, laughing the whole time.
“Oh, Rosie!” She said, tears streaming down her face all the while.
“Mum! It’s not the end of the world, we all knew it was going to happen.” I said, trying to convince myself though I’d always freaked out that I would be the one person out of all my cousins who had the misfortune of being born a Squib. Receiving my letter had been the one thing I’d always looked forward to. The beacon of hope that I would finally have a place I belonged.
“I’m just happy is all.” My mother said, finally pulling back.
“What do you say we celebrate?” my father said from behind, putting a hand on my mother’s shoulder and she nodded.
Her face suddenly lit up and she clapped a few times.
“I’ll make dinner and we can have butter beer and invite the Potters over, I’m sure they’re all as excited as we are what with Albus getting his letter as well. Oh it’ll be so much fun!” she said, running to the kitchen beaming.
I looked up at my father and he shrugged. “Let her have her fun.” He said, lightly punching me in the arm before following my mother into the kitchen.
Within the hour, we were all sitting down to what I could only describe as a feast. My mother had made steak and potatoes, corn, pudding, cake, green beans, a broccoli casserole, rolls, and had set out several jugs of butter beer.
It was one of the most insane and loud meals I’ve ever experienced but I couldn’t help but smile throughout the whole thing. My life was about to get that much better. In a couple months, I’d be headed to Hogwarts on the train with Al and James, ready to start my education as a witch. I’d learn everything my parents had and would begin the next big adventure in my life, right alongside my entire crazy family.
I was beyond excited.
After supper, we all played games, both muggle and wizard. I ended up beating James at Wizard’s chess, much to his dismay. Apparently it was a talent I’d picked up from my father who was now beaming at me as James stormed from the room, muttering something about losing to a girl.
“Movie time?” My mother asked, her smile wider than I’d seen her in years.
“What’d you get?” my father asked, sounding nervous. I laughed, knowing that she’d probably gone out and got some muggle movie and he was scared to see what it was this time.
“Lord of the Rings.” She said nervously. “I’ve heard it’s fantastic. The books were incredible, I read them years ago. They made the first one five years ago and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s so interesting to me to see what Muggles think wizards are. It’s full of wizards and elves and trolls and there’s a lot of battle scenes and, well, they’re incredible.” She said, trailing off.
“Sounds bloody brilliant.” My father said, standing up and kissing her on the head as she smiled and popped the movie in, causing us all to fall into our usual spots when she put movies in.
The movie ended up being even better than we’d all expected and I made my mom promise me she’d find her copies of the books so I could read them.
The Potters ended up staying at our house until nearly midnight. We’d all had a huge family supper in the late afternoon. Afterwards we’d played games and watched a Muggle movie my mother had bought called Lord of the Rings.
We said goodbye to the Potters and my mother insisted Hugo and I both shower before turning in for the night. I showered and made my way back to my room, way too excited to sleep. So here I am at nearly one in the morning, writing in my diary and explaining how I got my Hogwarts letter.
I still can’t believe I’ll be going to Hogwarts soon, I’m sure everything will be a dream come true.
I best be off now, mum would kill me if I were up this late.
Until next time,
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“ROSE NYMPHADORA WEASLEY!” someone shouted and I groaned, rolling over in bed. There was a moment of panic when I started falling at hit the ground a moment later; I sat up immediately while rubbing my throbbing arm I had apparently landed on.
I glanced around and realized I was in my tree house, which explained the whole falling thing; I’d rolled right off the couch. As always, I was the epitome of grace.
The voice calling me had belonged to Al, I knew that the moment I’d heard it, which meant that he was downstairs in my room. This also meant I had about a minute before he tried coming up here, and frankly, no one but my mother was allowed up here.
I stood up too quickly and all the blood rushed to my head, leaving me dizzy for a moment. I sat on the couch and put my head between my knees, I only got this way when I was hungry. Right on cue, my stomach growled.
“Coming!” I yelled down to Al, not wanting him to even think about coming up here. He’d always resented the fact that he wasn’t allowed to come up here and would usually give me mere minutes before attempting to come up.
“You have thirty seconds, dear Rosie!” he taunted from below and I sighed.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I yelled and began descending the ladder. I made it to the bottom and hopped off onto the floor, landing without a sound, something I’d mastered years ago. One of the few times I actually managed to be somewhat graceful.
Glancing up, I realized Al was sprawled across my bed, his hands resting behind his head and a wide grin plastered on his face.
“Albus Severus, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up.” I said, glaring at him.
His left eyebrow shot up and he laughed. "Your hair is a mess. Besides, you realize it's nearly noon?"
“And that’s what you came to tell me?” I snapped, flopping onto the bed beside him, “besides, there’s no way it’s noon.” I stole a quick glance at the clock on my wall and groaned, he was right.
“Can’t a guy visit his favorite cousin without having a reason?” he asked, smiling. He gave me a light shove but with my balance being so off after waking up, I toppled off the bed and landed on the floor with a crash. Twice in one day, it really was a talent.
Al burst into laughter and I groaned, though I couldn’t help but join in, laughing at myself.
“I’ll just stay here all day.” I said after flipping over and burying my face into the carpet, my voice muffled.
“You most certainly will not!” he yelled, jumping off the bed and lifting me to my feet by my arms, “we’re going to visit Uncle Fred and Uncle George!”
“We are?!” I said, clapping my hands together. One thing that always managed to make my day was visiting with them. Well, visiting Uncle George then stopping by the cemetery to put flowers down and talk to Uncle Fred’s grave. Uncle Fred was Uncle George’s twin but had died in the Battle of Hogwarts at age nineteen.
“Well, first order of business, dear cousin, is fixing that hair of yours.” He joked, picking up and strand of my hair and clicking his tongue as he dropped it back into place.
I stuck my tongue out at him and shooed him from the room, ordering him to wait downstairs as I bounced off to the bathroom to get ready.
June 13th, 2017
Today was surprisingly fun.
Albus stopped by at around noon, somehow I’d managed to sleep until then, to wake me and asked me to come to see Uncle Fred and George. Well, not so much ask as tell me I was to come with him.
I didn't mind him stopping by, Al was my favorite cousin, but don't tell Lily that, she'd be quite upset.
Making my hair presentable is actually far more simple than it would appear to be. There’s a product that was invented by a fellow witch with similar problems to my own. She has a mass of curly brown hair, much like mum’s, and the product is simple. You spray it in your hair, brush your hair, and poof! Your hair will no longer be tangled or frizzy or whatever other problems you were having with it.
The thing is, it returns your hair to its more “natural” state, so if you have naturally curly hair, it’ll still be curly, straight will be straight, etc. Lucky for me, however, there’s another product that you can spray in that’ll make your hair straight if you wish. There’s one to make your hair curly as well, but I definitely don’t need that one.
After two minutes, my hair was halfway down my back and nearly perfectly straight. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the curly, I just liked to change it up every now and then. I smiled at myself and made my way to my room to change into something presentable.
I settled on a pair of jeans and a v-cut grey shirt with my favorite light blue jacket and my blue Vans.
Excited to get going, I decided running down the stairs was the best choice, nearly falling on the way down and proud of myself when I made it to the bottom. I heard voices from the kitchen and made my way in there, finding Al talking to my father.
My father and Al sat across the table from each other, talking and eating from a bowl of pretzels between them. I rolled my eyes, the boys in my family never stopped eating.
“Ready to go, Rosie?” Al said through a mouthful of pretzels and I scowled. Though I should probably be disgusted by such behavior, I wasn’t, it was the nickname that had me scowling, and he knew it.
“Let me grab something to eat. I’m starved.” I said and made my way to the fridge. One of the joys of having a muggle-born mother is that we have some of the muggle technology and such and it makes things much easier when you can’t use magic.
I found some leftover waffles and heated them up in the toaster before dousing them in butter and syrup while my father and Al continued talking. After eating both waffles in a matter of a minute or two, I stood up and washed my plate before placing it on the drying rack.
“Shall we?” I said, beaming. My father yawned and stood up from the table, shuffling off into the other room.
“We shall!” Al said, offering his arm.
“Is he not coming?” I asked, gesturing in the direction my father had walked off.
“Nope, just the two of us, darling.” Al said, winking.
“Oh joy.” I said, jokingly rolling my eyes.
“Pshh, you love me.”
“Only because I have to.” I said, smiling, “hang on, where’s everyone else?” I asked, realizing for the first time the lack of my brother, mum, and James in particular.
“Out and about. Doing their own thing. Mum is out shopping with your mum and Lily, Hugo, James, and my dad are all off playing Quidditch, your dad’s about to join them, so that leaves the two of us.”
“How come I wasn’t invited to go do something?” I said, not really upset, just curious.
“Rosie, come on, you hate shopping. Plus Hugo wanted some intense training, he only has two years before he’ll be trying out for the Gryffindor team to play with the rest of us and my dad and James volunteered. Your dad’s going to go play keeper.” I sighed. He was right, I wouldn’t have wanted to join in anyways.
“Yeah, yeah. I suppose you’re right,” I said, “I suppose we best be off.”
“FLOO POWDER TIME!” Al said, beaming and running to the fireplace in our living room. That kid gets way too excited over the simplest of things.
~*~*~ 2 hours later ~*~*~
Al and I spent a while visiting with Uncle George at his house above the shop while it was lunchtime but afterwards had to return to work.
We talked with Aunt Angelina for a bit before leaving, she had sent the twins away to her parents for the week and was in desperate need of some alone time so Al and I left a little after two.
“Well… where to now?” Al asked, neither of us really looking forward to what was coming next.
“Flower shop?” I asked quietly and he nodded.
The two of us made our way through Diagon Alley, making small talk occasionally. One thing I’d always admired about Al was that we could be talking about absolutely nothing and it was never awkward.
After I'd fixed my hair, I made my way downstairs to grab a quick breakfast before Al and I left. While I ate, Al and dad talked for a while, bonding over pretzels and talk of Quidditch as usual.
Dad went to get ready as Al and I left. Apparently he was going to play Quidditch with Uncle Harry, James, and Hugo while the girls, aside from myself, were out shopping. You see, I’m not much of a shopper and they’ve pretty much all but given up on even trying to get me to say yes to buying even a new shirt.
Al and I travelled by Floo powder to Uncle George’s, causing Al far too much excitement, where we spent a few hours talking with him and Aunt Angelina before Uncle George had to head back to work. Unfortunately, Aunt Angelina had sent Fred and Roxy to her parents’ house for a while so we didn’t get the change to visit with them. A little after two Al and I left, making our way down Diagon Alley.
As was usual, Al and I split the cost of a large bouquet of sunflowers. According to Nana, they were the only flowers Fred could tolerate on any level. We made our way through the streets and out of Diagon Alley to the local Wizarding cemetery in London.
Uncle Fred’s grave was on top of a hill towards the center of the cemetery, meaning it was quite a walk. When we finally got there, I set the flowers on his headstone, tears already forming in my eyes. I could barely make out the writing on his headstone, though I knew what it said by heart.
Beloved twin, brother, son, and friend. A true Gryffindor
1 April, 1978- 2 May, 1998
I wiped what little dust was on his grave away and sat down in front of it, Al sitting beside me.
“It’s just horrible that so many died at such a young age.” Al whispered. This type of conversation seemed to happen every time we came.
“I hate that we never even got to meet him, yet I still feel so close to him. How’s that even possible?” I said, tears threatening to spill over onto my cheeks.
“I suppose it’s all the stories?” He asked, though I knew it was more of a statement.
“I know… it’s just hard. I want to actually sit down and be able to have a conversation with him. To know Uncle George’s other half, and I don’t mean Angelina. To see the mischief they created and to understand why
everything is the way it is.”
“The way they always describe him, he was always so happy and full of life.” He said, smiling to himself. Al was always that way, always happy and smiling and so excited for what the day held in store, and I knew he hoped he would almost be the second coming of our Uncle Fred.
I smiled to myself through my tears, imagining everything that was to come. I knew that Al would drag me into his endless pranks; he needed someone to come up with them. I was always the brains behind his operations, but didn’t really take part in them… I was far too clumsy for that. The only time I held any measurable amount of grace was when I was on a broomstick.
For a while we both just sort of talked to Fred. Telling him what had been going on with the family and what we’d been up to lately. We told him about receiving our acceptance letters while on our brooms and about how excited we were to finally start school at Hogwarts.
After we’d finished talking to Fred, we sat in silence for a while before finally standing up to make our way out. We walked in silence, heads down. I was kicking rocks with my feet when I suddenly collided with something solid, causing me to fall to the ground. Three times in one day… not bad.
Al began laughing and I turned to glare at him before I realized he was standing next to another boy. He must’ve been the one I ran into. He offered his hand to me and I took it gratefully as he pulled me to my feet.
He must’ve been our age, no more than twelve, with very pale skin. He had a splash of freckles on his nose and the most incredible blue eyes I’d ever seen. He had long shaggy blonde hair that seemed to ceaselessly fall into his eyes, causing him to brush it back with his hands, which sent a wave of butterflies through my stomach.
Suddenly, I wished I hadn’t been crying so much. I probably looked like a bloody mess. Face and eyes red from the tears, hair probably a disaster.
“Thank you.” I muttered before quickly walking past him, causing Al to awkwardly thank him before running to catch up with me.
“What was that about?” Al asked me after a few minutes.
“What?” I asked, not really understanding what the big deal was.
“Why didn’t you stop to actually say anything?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” I said and Al seemed to drop the subject. He knew it wasn’t best to push me. Besides, there was nothing else I could’ve said. All he’d done was rudely run into me and then help me up. I sighed to myself and continued walking.
After Al and I left Uncle George’s, we knew it was time to visit Uncle Fred. You see, Uncle Fred was Uncle George’s twin, the one who had died in the battle of Hogwarts at only nineteen years old. Though we’d never known him, it was somewhat of a tradition for me and Al anytime we visited Uncle George. It had started when we were little and our parents would stop by and it had never stopped.
As usual, we stopped by the flower store and picked out a large bouquet of sunflowers for Fred, allegedly they were the only flowers Uncle Fred could tolerate.
Uncle Fred’s grave was in the Wizarding cemetery in the heart of London. It was amazing what we could hide from the Muggles, especially with the size of the cemetery.
We put the flowers on Fred’s grave and sort of talked to each other and to Uncle Fred for a bit as we usually did. Letting him know how the family was doing and what was going on. Telling him how we’d received our acceptance letters and everything else that had happened. Finally, we sat in silence for a while before deciding it was time to leave.
On the way out of the cemetery, I had one of my “Rose moments” and ended up running straight into someone. He was about my age and had extremely pale skin. He had shaggy blond hair that fell into his amazing blue eyes. He helped me up before I thanked him and left, Al in tow.
We ended up getting back home just in time for dinner. We walked in and the whole house smelled of soy sauce and dill. A huge smile spread across my face as my stomach grumbled and I realized how hungry I was. The smell meant one thing… my favorite.
My mother made a lot of delicious meals, but one had been my favorite since I was little. It was one of the simplest recipes in the world, but it was delicious. She put chicken thighs in a pan and filled the bottom of the pan and coated the tops of the chicken with soy sauce. She then sprinkled a small amount of garlic powder followed by dill on top of the chicken before placing it in the oven to bake for a couple hours.
I bounded into the kitchen, Al close behind and we both nearly tripped over ourselves while attempting to run to the dining room table just as my mum was pulling the chicken out of the oven.
“Nice of you to join us.” Mum said, smiling as we slid into our seats.
“You missed an amazing shopping day.” Lily said from across the table, beaming and standing up as she spun around, a skirt that I assumed was new billowing out around her.
“Looks great, Lils.” I said and she slumped into her chair, obviously knowing that I really didn’t understand or care about fashion or clothes.
“You really did.” Ginny said, smiling and patting Lily’s head. “We got a nice lunch and walked around Muggle London for hours. We’re going again next week if you’d like to join. We’ll even go watch a movie if you want.”
I sighed. I knew they would try to get me to go out with them a few times before summer was over and I was gone until Christmas. I felt like I had to oblige at this point.
“Sure, sounds great.” I said and nearly everyone sitting at the table stared at me in shock.
“Really?” Lily squealed and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, really. I want to spend some time with you guys before I leave for school.”
Mum began gushing about how excited she was, followed with a full story of the day’s events from Lily, which I hardly paid any attention to. I couldn’t help it; I was still focused on that boy from the cemetery and the strange desire to want to see him again. I kept trying to push it aside, but it didn’t work.
After dinner, the Potters left and my family went off to do their own things. I made my way back to my room and read for a few hours before deciding to make it an early night.
Dinner was amazing. My favorite. Mum had a knack of making the most incredible food, but my favorite of hers by far was the soy sauce chicken she made. Al and I made it home just in time to eat dinner with everyone.
The whole thing seemed to go by in a blur. Before I knew it, I was agreeing to going shopping with the rest of the girls, much to my mother’s delight, and was being told of all the wonderful shops they’d visited while Al and I were out.
Finally, dinner finished and the Potters went back to their house. My family split off, everyone going to do their own thing. I read for a few hours before writing this and deciding on an early night. It was a fantastic day overall, but I can’t seem to get my mind off that boy. So silly of me considering I’ll probably never see him again. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll forget about him soon enough.
Well, I’m out for the night.
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Rose awoke and glanced at the calendar next to her bed before groaning and slowly rolling out of bed. She wasn’t too thrilled for the day ahead of her, but if she didn’t get up now she would be tortured by her cousin Lily who was due at any moment.
Against her better judgment, Rose had made a promise to her cousin as well as her aunt and mother that she would join them on their day out. This meant a day of shopping, something Rose couldn’t stand.
She shuffled her way into the bathroom and tore a brush through her hair, wincing as it caught in the knots and tangles of her curls. Pulling her hair back, she tied it up with a ribbon, sighing as a few ringlets fell loose.
Quickly, she grabbed her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it before she started brushing her teeth as she made her way from the bathroom to her dresser.
As was usual, she settled on jeans and a t-shirt before returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and place her toothbrush back in the cabinet.
Five minutes later, Rose made her way into the kitchen just as Lily came bursting in through the front door.
“Well you look like crap,” said Lily, just in time for her mother, Ginny, to walk in behind her.
“Lily!” Ginny shrieked, gawking at her daughter. “Apologize to her, right now!”
“Aunt Ginny, it’s fine. Really,” Rose began and Ginny’s eyebrow’s raised. “I told her to tell me when I’m not “looking my best.” I realized I sort of just slack off and I’d rather know when I should at least attempt to dress a little better. Unfortunately, looks count for a lot in our world today… well, not just our world, but the world in general.”
“You realize you speak as someone way older than your age, right love?” Ginny asked Rose, looking amazed. “You could’ve been a little nicer about it, young lady. And Rose, don’t worry about looks. You’re not even eleven dear and you have nothing to worry about, you’re always pretty.”
Rose blushed and shook her head, “Thanks Aunt Ginny, but as my aunt you’re sort of obliged to say that.”
Ginny sighed, not wanting to argue with her niece. Rose was far prettier than she gave herself credit for, but there was no use arguing such vain topics.
Rose took her aunt’s silence as an excuse to get her breakfast started and she made her way to the freezer. She pulled out a box of frozen waffles and placed two in the toaster as her aunt and cousin watched.
“Did you want any?” Rose asked them, realizing she should have offered as she was getting her own food.
“No we’re fine,” Ginny said, sitting down at the table. “Lily and I had muffins before we left. Al went a little nuts last night when he couldn’t sleep and made a bunch of food. We should’ve brought some over.”
Rose laughed, typical Al. That kid was always cooking if the opportunity presented itself.
Hermione came into the kitchen, glowing as usual in the mornings, just as Lily made her way over to sit next to her mother.
Hermione nearly floated across the kitchen and kissed Rose on the cheek, causing Rose’s nose to scrunch up.
“Morning mum,” Rose said before making her way to the pantry to grab syrup.
Hermione then bounced her way over to Ginny and embraced her, the two of them falling into conversation immediately. They then made their way to the front room to talk as usual.
“Did you want to change your clothes?” Lily asked, making her way over to Rose.
Rose sighed to herself, knowing that fighting it wouldn’t do any goo din the end.
“When in Rome, right?” Rose said and Lily squealed, clapping her hands together.
“I can go pick something out while you eat. Meet me up in your room!” Lily said, bounding out of the room. Rose rolled her eyes, Lily was always so excited about these kinds of things.
As if on cue, her waffles popped up from the toaster and Rose grabbed a place. She covered them in butter before dousing them in enough syrup to fill all the holes in the waffles and then some.
She grinned to herself as she grabbed a fork and knife and went to sit down at the table.
Rose ate the waffles much quicker than she’d hoped to and sighed to herself as she walked across the kitchen to wash her plate and silverware. She placed them on the drying rack and decided she’d better make her way upstairs.
A couple minutes later, Rose walked into her room before nearly having a heart attack. Clothes covered the floor and the bed and Lily was standing in the center of the whole mess, beaming.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Rose asked, horrified as she looked around the room.
“Well, all those times I’d gone out with mum and Aunt Hermione I’d convince them to buy a thing or two for you and, well, it added up,” Lily said, looking thrilled with herself.
“But why did my room explode?” Rose asked, hating the sight of her room being so messy.
“Well I had them hidden under all your clothes using a spell your mum had cast for me until one of us chose to lift it. It’s my birthday present for you but there’s no way in heck that I can wait another month and a half,” Lily broke off and laughed somewhat nervously. “So… ta-da!”
Lily spread her arms out and gestured to all the clothes. Rose began to actually look at all of the clothing around her, noticing several skirts and a few dresses. She saw several pairs of shoes, some fitted jeans, and several tops, including some frilly ones Rose wouldn’t ever pick out on her own.
“Oh goodness… well, I don’t know what to say,” Rose said nervously, hugging her arms to her chest as if in an attempt to hold onto her simple clothing.
“You don’t have to say anything. Pick something!” Lily said, now nearly bouncing up and down as she watched Rose walk among the sea of clothing.
“How about this,” Rose started, looking overwhelmed. “You get to pick out what I wear today.”
Lily’s eyes grew several sizes and she let out a small squeal. She walked around, picking up a few things and tossing them at Rose which she attempted, and failed, to catch.
“Well, go put them on!” Lily said and Rose sighed. She made her way to the bathroom, not quite sure what to expect.
A couple minutes later, Rose emerged and Lily couldn’t help but smile. Rose was wearing a teal shirt that had a black lace trim and a strip of black lace running down the right side of the front. She had on a jean skirt and black leggings, a plain black sweater over the shirt, and black flats.
Rose shifted her shoulders and adjusted the ends of the sleeves, clearly uncomfortable, though Lily was too excited to take notice.
“Perfect!” Lily shouted, running over to grab Rose’s and before dragging her down the stairs. She pulled Rose into the front room and Ginny glanced up at the girls before doing a double take. Her jaw dropped and she stood up.
“I see you’ve received an early birthday present,” Ginny said, looking at her daughter who merely smiled.
Hermione looked even more shocked than Ginny, “My goodness love. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks mum,” Rose said, adjusting her sleeves once more, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention focused on her.
Hermione made her way across the room and pulled her daughter into the kitchen. “You know you don’t have to wear any of this stuff if it makes you uncomfortable,” she said, having picked up on Rose’s nervous habits.
“Lily just wanted you to have the clothes so you had the option to wear them and not have to go out shopping with us in order to get anything; she knows how much you dislike the whole shopping process.”
Rose nodded. “I know, mum. But I figured I’d made her happy for today and when I’m comfortable, I’ll wear them. It’ll be nice to have the option to dress up a little when I want to.”
“Excellent. Just don’t grow up too fast. I worry about you already,” Hermione said, smiling at her daughter. “Sometimes I think you’re so much older than you are.”
Hermione ushered Rose back into the front room where Lily was bouncing up and down with excitement.
“So, where are we going?” Rose asked, somewhat afraid of the answer.
“Well, we were thinking we’d go to the cinema, maybe have lunch, and anything else you can think of for the day.” Ginny said, smiling.
“So… no shopping?” Rose said, hoping her voice didn’t reveal how excited that thought made her.
“No shopping,” Ginny said, laughing.
“Errm… well okay then. Shall we get going?” Rose asked, wanting to get the day started.
The four left the house, all of them excited for the day, Rose included.
June 21, 2017
Today was actually an interesting one. I woke up and realized it was the day I’d promised to go out with Lily, Aunt Ginny, and mum.
We were supposed to go out shopping and I’d been dreading it all week. I hated the whole process of going from store to store to try on endless articles of clothing. I enjoyed having some nice clothes to wear every now and then, but the process of obtaining them had never been worth it to me, especially since I was picky.
I guess I should explain that prior to the beginning of summer, Lily and I had one of our usual long talks in the field and I’d brought up wanting to have an actual wardrobe. A set style perhaps. Even before we’d had this conversation, I knew I never really dressed all that well. I’d made Lily agree to tell me when I wasn’t looking my best so I’d know and could make a conscious effort to work on being less lazy.
Well, long story short, today I’d rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and tossed my hair up. So, when Lily arrived she’d told me I looked like crap and I’d agreed to let her help me choose something to wear. When I’d made my way upstairs after letting her up there for about five minutes alone, I’d found my room to be a complete mess.
Apparently, every time Lily had gone shopping with mum and Aunt Ginny, shed convinced them to let her but some stuff for me so she could surprise me with a “new wardrobe”. It was her very early birthday present to me, something she couldn’t wait for anymore so she revealed it early. I let her pick something out and we made our way downstairs to show mum and Aunt Ginny.
I had to admit, I actually liked a lot of the clothes but I didn’t know how often I would wear them by choice.
Mum told me I didn’t have to wear anything if I didn’t want to and that Lily had merely done it knowing how much I disliked shopping. I was beyond grateful and touched by the gesture.
I did find the whole thing rather odd though, I mean I was eleven for Merlin’s sake. I had plenty of time before I had to worry about dressing well and all that jazz, though I suppose I had to start somewhere. Sadly, looks meant a lot in the world today.
I was even more shocked when I found out that they’d decided that we wouldn’t go shopping today and would instead be going to the cinema and lunch, and figuring out what else to do at that point. Needless to say, I was actually excited when we started the day.
Since everyone had something to eat before leaving the house, Hermione while the girls had been upstairs, they agreed to go to the cinema before eating lunch.
There was some new romantic comedy that had come out that Ginny couldn’t stop gushing about. No one else had a real preference as to what they went to see, so they purchased tickets for the one Ginny wanted and made their way inside.
The move was another typical romantic comedy, which everyone but Rose thoroughly enjoyed- she merely pretended to laugh at the funny parts to please them. It wasn’t that she hated them, she just preferred movies with more substance.
The four witches made their way through London and seemed to blend in completely- something Rose had always loved. Because Hermione was muggle born, they all loved going to Muggle London and exploring, Hermione showing them around.
“Any ideas for lunch?” Ginny asked as they walked along the Thames.
“Sandwiches alright with everyone?” Hermione asked, having a certain little sandwich show in mind.
Rose and Lily nodded both hungry after the movie and having walked around for a couple of hours.
“Sounds good to me!” Ginny said, smiling.
Within ten minutes, the four were making their way into the show, taking in the warm, rich smell of fresh bread.
They ordered their food and made their way to the outside tables. The weather was overcast, but not rainy. It seemed as if just about everyone were out and about today, the streets teaming with people.
“Where else would you like to go, Rose?” Hermione asked as she took a sip of her water.
Rose thought about it for a moment before a smile spread across her face.
“Can we go to Diagon Alley? I really want to check out the newer brooms,” Rose said, actually sounding excited with her plan. “Plus I need a good broom care kit and I want to get a few new books before we pick up my school books and I’m swamped with work.”
Ginny laughed, “She really is your daughter, ‘Mione.”
Rose blushed as her mother answered, “Sounds like a plan, love. I need to visit Flourish and Blotts anyways, plus, as an early birthday present, we can visit Eeylops and at least get an idea of what you want to bring to Hogwarts. Your father and I decided that would be a part of your present.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me and going to Hogwarts. I’ll be all alone,” Lily said, looking disheartened.
“You have Hugo,” Rose started, not wanting her cousin to be upset. “Plus, it’s only a year and I’ll be home for the holidays, not to mention we can write.”
Lily seemed to feel somewhat better but before they could respond, the waitress came out, placing their food on the table.
The four began to eat, not making any conversation beyond small-talk.
They finished their food and left the shop a few minutes later, Rose buzzing with excitement. Even though she’d been to Diagon Alley the previous week with Al, she was somewhat excited to actually go into some of the shops… which was something she never thought she’d say.
After making their way through the Leaky Cauldron, the four of them made their way into Diagon Alley and straight to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Rose found herself beaming the moment they walked in, feeling right at home.
Hermione and Lily wandered the store together, not really interested in anything. Ginny and Rose on the other hand were in heaven. They ran from item to item, examining everything closely, beyond thrilled with everything on the shelves.
“Aunt Ginny!” Rose cried excitedly upon finding the newest broom on display. She stared up at the Firebolt 4, longing dancing about in her eyes and displayed clearly on her face.
Ginny approached her niece, just as awestruck. They stared up at the sleek black bristles, the silver-painted handle, and the blue engraving at the end that read Firebolt 4- 2017. It had been nearly ten years since they released the latest model, and this one was supposed to be unbeatable.
“It’s amazing,” Ginny said breathlessly.
Rose sighed and tried to tear her eyes away from the broom. She failed miserably and ended up turning around in an attempt to focus on something else, running straight into someone and falling on the ground.
“I’m so sorry,” Rose muttered, more towards the ground than anything. Someone put a hand out to help her up and she allowed them to pull her to a standing position. She found herself face to face with the blonde boy from the cemetery.
“You have a habit of running into people, don’t you?” He asked, smirking.
Rose nodded, not sure what to say. She cursed herself for being such a klutz when it came to anything aside from flying.
“Rose!” Lily called from behind and Rose seized the opportunity to leave.
“Gotta go,” she whispered and ducked away from him, running over to her cousin.
“Who was that?” Lily asked curiously and all Rose could do was shrug. She could honestly say she didn’t know.
Lily looked skeptical but in the end decided not to push.
Hermione walked over, looking anxious. “Shall we go to Flourish and Blotts?” she asked, looking hopeful to leave the Quidditch shop. It wasn’t that she hated the sport, she just wanted more than anything to be among her books.
Rose laughed at the sight of her mother and nodded. “Sure mum. Can I get a broom care kit though?” she asked, smiling up at her mother who sighed.
“Of course, love,” she started, loving her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Go grab one and I’ll be in line.”
Rose ran off and found a good care kit. Her broom at home was one of the original Firebolts, the same broom Al and James had, making it fair when they all played together.
She found Hermione towards the front of the line and within a few minutes, they’d paid and were making their way from the shop and towards Flourish and Blotts, both buzzing with excitement as Ginny and Lily trailed behind, eying the fronts of other shops.
“If you two want, we can meet in front of Eeylops in a little while? Let’s say in an hour?” Hermione said to Ginny and Lily who she could tell would be bored a few minutes into book shopping.
“Sure!” Ginny said, grabbing Lily’s hand as the two headed off the opposite direction.
Much to Hermione and Rose’s dismay, the hour flew by much quicker than they’d hoped. They left the store with five books each, and that was trying to limit themselves. They shuffled their way to Eeylops where Lily and Ginny stood, laughing as soon as they saw Hermione and Rose.
“Come on, let’s get Rose an animal. Or at least make some sort of decision,” Ginny said, putting an arm around Rose and leading her inside.
Rose had been inside several times to get food for Pigwidgeon or Ellie or to just look around with Al on a few occasions.
After looking around for a few minutes, Rose made up her mind. As much as she’d always wanted her own owl, she could use the school owls or her parent’s. She wanted an animal that she could actually take with her and who could stay in her room, so she decided she wanted a cat.
“I’ll make the actual decision on which animal to get next time I come. I want Al to be here as well, the cat kind of needs to get along with him,” Rose said and Ginny laughed.
“I’m so glad you two always take the other into consideration,” she shook her head and kissed Rose on the cheek. “I love how close you guys are.”
“At least I know someone will be keeping an eye on her while she’s there,” Hermione said, laughing.
“Oh you can bet your butt there will be someone keeping an eye on her. I mean you’ve got Al, James, and Teddy. Plus we can always have Hagrid keep an eye on her as well,” Ginny said, winking at Hermione.
“Please… you guys know I’ll behave. What sort of mischief would I get into?” Rose said, looking up at her aunt and mum with a quizzical look.
“Oh dear, you clearly don’t know what blood runs in your veins,” Hermione said, ruffling her daughter’s hair.
“Which might discount the whole James and Al watching her, huh?” Ginny said, shaking her head. “They’ll be an interesting trio.”
“Ugh. Mum, can’t I go to Hogwarts this year?” Lily asked, looking upset.
“Love, you know as well as I do that’s not possible. Besides, I had to wait just like you did. But you know what? You’re lucky. You still have Hugo to wait with you and you’ll have six whole years with Rose and Al. Be patient dear,” Ginny said, hugging her daughter.
“Are we ready to go home?” Hermione asked, exhausted. It was nearly supper time and she figured they should be getting home. Harry had volunteered to make dinner and they all knew how well that might turn out.
“Yes! I need to make sure my husband hasn’t burned down the house,” Ginny said with a sigh.
They made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron and apparated back to the Potter’s house.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen window and Ginny let out an exasperated sigh. “Not again.” She muttered and made her way inside.
They followed her in and found Harry pulling something that looked like a black log from the oven and running past them and out the door.
Al stood in the corner of the kitchen, laughing and wiping a tear from his eye.
“Seriously, mum. You need to teach your husband how to cook properly,” he said between laughs.
“Let’s crack all the windows open and I’ll find something for us to eat. I’m sure there’s something that’s edible,” Ginny said and they all went to open windows as Ginny started bustling around the kitchen.
After an hour or so of frantically running about the kitchen and Harry apologizing profusely, the Potters and Weasleys sat around the table, looking at a nice salad and pasta that Ginny had managed to whip up, with the help of Hermione.
After dinner, the Weasleys made their way back to their home, where Hermione retired early, wanting to get a start on one of her new books. Hugo crashed on the couch and Ron made his way to the bedroom shortly after Hermione, exhausted.
Rose made her way up to her room and groaned as she saw the mess still spread across the floor.
After nearly half an hour of folding clothes, she’d managed to make a few piles next to her dresser and made a mental reminder to have her mum expand her dresser so the clothes would fit.
She crawled into bed, grabbing one of her books along with her diary, content with how the day had gone.
We went to the cinema and saw some new romantic comedy that Aunt Ginny was dying to see. It was alright, but not really my cup of tea. I would have rather watched a movie with a deep plot or something, but it wasn’t all that bad.
After the movie, we walked around London for a bit, just enjoying the decent weather and the chance to get out of the house for a bit.
Mum showed us this nice little sandwich shop right off the river, somewhere she used to go with her parents, and then they made me decide where I wanted to go next.
I’d been dying to go to the Quidditch shop to check out the new broom and possibly get a good care kit for my broom, and I also wanted to get a few books before I got my school books and would be loaded down by all the work I had to do. Mum needed some new books as well, and she wanted me to get some idea of what animal I would like to bring to school, as she and dad were planning on buying me an animal for my birthday.
We made our way to Diagon Alley and Ginny and I went a bit crazy in the Quidditch shop. We must’ve spent a good half-hour staring at the Firebolt 4. I love my Firebolt, but that broom was beautiful.
I ran into the blonde boy from the cemetery again... literally. I seemed to have a talent for running into things… and people. I couldn’t seem to form any words when he talked to me, but luckily Lily called me over when I should’ve responded and I used that as an excuse to walk away. I don’t know what’s wrong with me or who that boy is, but I get an odd feeling about him.
I made my decision on what animal to bring to Hogwarts! I really want a cat… I don’t know what it is, but I absolutely love cats and I can use mum’s owl- Ellie or Pigwidgeon if I need to, or even a school owl. And a toad is just out of the question. I want to go back again before my birthday with Al so we can pick a cat out that gets along with both of us, I know he’ll be around it almost as much as I will so it’s sort of necessary.
It ended up being a fairly long day but I got five new books and a broom care kit. We went to the Potters for dinner and Uncle Harry managed to burn dinner so mum and Aunt Ginny had to find something else to make.
We all sort of went our own separate ways after that and here I am. I’m actually pleasantly surprised at how well today went and I’m sort of looking forward to the next time I can go out with everyone.
I wish I knew who that boy was, but I guess maybe I can find out when I go to Hogwarts… Oh well, no use worrying about it now.
OK so I'm letting that be a test run for the whole "third person" thing and was wondering if that was better or worse than the previous chapters. Let me know so I can either fix this or go back and fix the others. :) I have one vote for the style this chapter was done in, any thoughts are highly appreciated!! S2
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"Come. On. Rose!” a frustrated Al nearly shouted, attempting to drag a barely-conscious Rose out of bed.
"No!" Rose mumbled quietly, burying deeper into the covers of her bed. Al looked at the covers and saw a small ball at the foot of the bed.
He rolled his eyes and then pushed up his sleeves, determined. Gripping the edges of the covers, he ripped them from the bed, revealing Rose curled in a tight ball. She began shaking her head and reaching around with one arm in search of the covers.
"Rose Nymphadora Weasley," he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I did not sneak over here at one a.m. to have you refuse to get out of bed!"
"Well then why did you come over?" Rose mumbled into the sheets, her hand still desperately searching for the covers.
"Because I'm making sure your birthday is a bloody good one, that's why!" he said in a frantic whisper, realizing he had been too loud before and not wanting to wake anyone else.
"What are we doing?" Rose asked groggily, slowly sitting up.
"I thought you'd never ask!" Al said, offering his hand to her. "But alas, it's a surprise!"
"Al. You know I hate surprises," Rose said, groaning.
"This way, m'lady," Al said, ignoring her comment, his hand still outstretched for her to take.
Rose hesitated, eying her cousin up and down before she sighed, giving in and taking his hand. He nearly yanked her off the bed as he glanced at what she was wearing. She was wearing long pajama pants and a thin tank top.
"You'll need a sweatshirt. And maybe some shoes?" Al said, making his way to Rose's closet and tossing her a pair of her shoes as well as a sweatshirt.
Rose sat on the floor and clumsily put her shoes on. She smiled when she realized Al had tossed her favorite sweatshirt to her, one her father had bought her from Rome.
As soon as she'd finished changing, Al pulled her from the room and they tiptoed down the stairs and to the front door, opening it silently.
The two kids took a deep breath of cold air when they stepped outside and Al smiled. Though it was summer time, the night air was crisp and cool.
"Al! Where are we going?" Rose asked as they made their way across the back lawn.
"Hush woman!" Al said, laughing as he began to skip across the lawn. Rose couldn't help but smile at her cousin's enthusiasm as she allowed him to pull her along.
A few minutes later, they arrived in one of the many fields behind the houses and Rose gasped. In the middle of the field, there was a large blanket and in the moonlight, she could make out what looked like a few more blankets folded to the side, pillows on the blanket and a basket with something large on top.
"Happy Birthday!" Al said as they approached the blanket. He bowed and gestured her forward.
As Rose got closer, she could see that what sat on top of the basket was a cake that read 'Happy Birthday Rose!' across the top.
"Al, you shouldn't have!" Rose said, though a look of excitement was clearly visible on her face.
"I would've lit the candles, but considering I'm not allowed to do magic and leaving them lit while not being here wouldn't be so smart because, well... fire," AL said, laughing to himself.
"What's in the basket?" Rose asked cautiously.
Al laughed and set the cake aside, opening the lid to the basket.
"We've got some cold milk, can't have cake without it! We've also got some hot butterbeer in the thermos and a bag of pretzels I managed to slip from the pantry," he said, pulling each item out as he mentioned it.
"Wow... Al. Thank you," Rose muttered, not knowing what else to say.
"Not at all, m'dear," Al said, smiling.
Al pulled a lighter form his pocket and lit the candles. He set the cake down in the center of the blanket and sat down behind it, before he gestured for Rose to join him.
She sat down across from him and he centered the cake in front of her so she could read the words.
"Make a wish!" Al was now beaming as he watched Rose close her eyes for a few moments before opening them and blowing out all eleven candles with ease.
"Let's eat!" Al said, removing two forms from the basket as Rose removed the candles from the cake. He then poured the milk into two cups and handed one to her.
Al raised his cup in a mock-toast and said, "To the best cousin ever on what shall be the greatest birthday ever!"
Rose rolled her eyes but brought her cup up to meet his. "Cheers," she muttered before laughing and taking a sip.
They both picked up their forks and began eating the cake, drinking their milk, and talking on occasion. After they'd eaten more than half of the cake and were both full to the point of bursting, Al set it aside.
"Ready for the main event?" he asked cheerfully.
"Should I be scared?" Rose asked, cautiously eying her cousin.
"Absolutely! ... I'm kidding, Rosie. You should see your face!" he laughed nervously as she glared at him for using that nickname. "There's a meteor shower tonight! How perfect is that?"
Al was now nearly bouncing up and down with excitement and Rose couldn't help but smile. One thing they'd always enjoyed together from a young age was meteor showers.
"Looks like someone up there loves ya, Rose," Al said, pulling the butterbeer and pretzels from the basket once more.
They both lay down next to each other on the blanket, using the pillows Al had brought. Rose couldn't help but smile at the way her birthday was already coming along.
August 9, 2017
I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written. Life has been pretty boring though. All you missed was a few lessons with mum, some Quidditch, and Hugo's birthday.
Anyways, today is the big day! It's finally my eleventh birthday! Because it's already August now, I'm less than a month away from starting school at Hogwarts. How crazy is that?!
Today started off amazingly well and I owe it all to Al. Don't tell Lily, but Al is definitely my favourite cousin. He woke me at one in the morning and took me to the field. He'd made me a cake and brought some snacks so we could eat and talk and watch the meteor shower.
Al and I have always loved watching the meteor showers together, ever since I can remember. Though usually we have to get permission to watch them.
I couldn't have asked for a better way to start the day. We did have to sneak out of the house and I was dead tired later, but it was worth it!
"Are you nervous?" Al asked randomly. "For school I mean?" He looked at Rose who appeared to have been caught off-guard.
"I- I haven't really thought about it," she took a sip of butterbeer and seemed to think it over. "I suppose I am."
"I know I am," Al admitted. "It's a whole new chapter, ya know? A new adventure, I suppose."
Rose laughed, "I like the sound of that."
"Me too," Al agreed. "We'll be the most amazingly awesome new Gryffindors ever!"
Rose gulped, "About that..."
"What is it?" Al asked, sitting up to look at his cousin.
"I- I don't know if I want to be a Gryffindor," Rose let out quickly.
"Well, why not?" Al asked curiously.
"I want to prove that us Weasleys aren't always destined to be in Gryffindor. That we can be loyal or smart or cunning," Rose said, not knowing what else to add.
"I guess you're right... I'd always just assumed we would be in Gryffindor. But what if I'm not? Then what?" he asked, sounding scared.
"Then you're not. You'll still have me, no matter your house. You'll make friends and thrive and they'll be some of the best years ever," Rose said with confidence.
"I guess you're right. Thanks for being so smart. What would I do without you?" he asked sheepishly.
"You'd manage," Rose said, laughing.
"I don't know about that," Al started. "You always know what to say. You're always there for me and you're just bloody amazing. You're my best friend, Rose." Al said, the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a half-smile.
"Aw, Al!" Rose said, hugging her cousin. "I'm glad to hear that because you're mine."
They both lay back down and talked for a bit, enjoying the meteor shower. After about an hour, thirty or forty meteors, and several yawns, they both decided to call it a night.
Al folded up the blanket and hugged Rose goodbye before grabbing his stuff and heading off towards his house. Rose then began the walk back to hers.
Rose slipped in through the front door and by some miracle manages to make it to her room without a sound. She put the covers back on her bed and removed her shoes before she slipped under the covers and fell fast asleep.
Al and I talked for a bit about school. We realized we were both nervous about it but of course we were also excited.
I finally told him that I wasn't really planning on being in Gryffindor. He was surprised at first but eventually realized it wouldn't be the end of the world if we weren't.
We both also realized that we were truly best friends. Starting school with a best friend will make things nice, I think. I guess I'll have to wait and see.
We talked for a while before we both decided we were quite tired and we called it a night... Or morning? I made my way back home and somehow I managed not to wake anyone. I ended up falling asleep immediately.
"Happy birthday Rose!" her family shouted as they came into her room. Ron was carrying a tray loaded with all of Rose's favourite breakfast foods.
Rose grumbled and slowly sat up, yawning before she smiled at her family. "Thanks guys."
Ron made his way over to his daughter’s bed and set the tray over her lap, beaming as he did so.
Rose looked at the tray and saw bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, orange juice and crepes.
“Mum, this is amazing, thank you guys!” Rose said, grabbing her fork and knife, hovering over the food and not knowing where to begin.
“You’re welcome, Rose! We figured we’d bring you breakfast now and let you eat then we can decide what you want to do when you’ve finished,” Hermione said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and kissing her daughter on the forehead. Rose scrunched her nose and nodded as she dropped the fork and knife and picked up a piece of bacon.
“Can’t believe you’re eleven, Rose,” mumbled Hugo, looking almost sad.
“Cheer up, Hugo,” Rose said after finishing her bite of bacon. “You’ll be eleven next year, plus you still have Lily.”
He gave her a half smile as Hermione placed her hand on his back and the two of them left the room, followed closely behind by Ron.
Rose glanced at the clock and groaned, it was only eight in the morning, which meant she’d only been asleep for about five hours. She yawned before picking up the fork and knife and getting to work on the rest of her breakfast.
Ron, Hugo, and Hermione sat eating their breakfast in the kitchen when Rose made her way in, carrying her nearly empty tray. “It was delicious, thank you.”
Hermione smiled and stood up, walking over to Rose and taking the tray from her. Rose resisted at first but knew it wouldn’t be any good with her mother.
“So Rose, what do you want to do today?” Hermione asked as she was washing Rose’s plates.
“Errm… maybe a game of Quidditch later, a trip to London would be nice, and umm, dinner?”
“Is that all? What do you want to do in London?” Ron asked, grabbing his plate as well as Hugo’s off the table and making his way to the sink alongside his wife.
“Well, we can go get my animal?” Rose suggested, unable to hide her excitement.
“Of course!” Hermione said, beaming and placing her hands on either side of Rose’s face though they were still dripping wet. She kissed Rose on the forehead and Rose laughed, pulling back, her face now covered in dish soap and water.
“Why don’t we all go get dressed?” Hermione suggested, looking to her son and husband, eyebrows raised. “Would you like to have the Potters join us?”
“Sure!” Rose said, looking forward to spending a day with the family.
“Excellent, I’ll call Ginny now, be ready in an hour or so, we can all meet down here,” Hermione said, not really speaking to anyone in particular though the whole family got the message: be ready in an hour.
Rose made her way upstairs and got dressed, selecting a simple outfit: black boots over skinny
jeans and a long-sleeved, knee-length black sweater.
Rose checked her clock and realized she still had about forty five minutes until she had to be ready and meeting her family, so she made her way to the tree house. When she made it up, she grabbed a book off the shelf and sat on her bed, immediately becoming enthralled in the book.
After what Rose thought had been mere minutes, she checked the clock and realized she only had a couple minutes before she should be downstairs. She sighed and stood up, stretching before making her way down the ladder.
“ROSE!” someone screamed as Rose walked into the kitchen, just before someone ran into her full speed, wrapping her in a hug.
“Hey Lil, Rose said, hardly able to breathe.
“Happy birthday, Rose!” Lily said excitedly, pulling back and beaming at Rose.
“Thanks, Lily,” Rose said, backing up and running into someone else.
Rose turned and saw Al standing there smiling. “Happy birthday,” he said with a wink and Rose smiled.
For the next several minutes, Rose was surrounded by people all wishing her a happy birthday even though all she wanted was to be lost amid the crowds of London, invisible almost.
“Ready to go?” Hermione asked and Rose couldn’t help but nod and nearly run from the room.
Within an hour, the large family was making their way down the streets of Muggle London, talking and laughing loudly. They seemed to blend in seamlessly.
They made their way through the crowds until they reached the Leaky Cauldron, slipping inside.
The first stop was Eeylops, where Rose was bouncing around, looking in every cage with a huge smile plastered on her face. Her and Lily oohed and aahed over all the different animals and though Rose already knew she wanted a cat, she enjoyed spending time in the shop.
“Rose, come here!” Hermione said from across the store and Rose made her way over to her mother, not knowing what to expect.
Hermione gestured Rose to look inside a smaller cage that seemed to be tucked in the corner. Rose glanced inside and immediately fell in love with the creature inside. A small kitten was sitting in the back corner of the cage, its bright green eyes wide with curiosity. It made its way towards the front of the cage where Rose was peering in and mewed quietly.
The kitten had jet-black, silky fur that seemed to poof out around her head and tail. It had a white spot behind its ear that appeared to almost wrap around the base of the ear. Rose noticed, as the kitten got closer, that it appeared to be in the shape of a crescent moon.
“I want it,” Rose whispered and Hermione laughed, making her way to the front of the store.
A few moments later, a woman came back and smiled at Rose, “I don’t know why no one has chosen this one. She’s such a sweet heart. Doesn’t make any fuss, is generally pretty calm, and has been here nearly a year yet has hardly grown at all. I almost wonder if she’s not fully grown already.”
The woman carefully removed the cage from the stack of cages and handed it to Rose who carefully picked up the cage, looking inside at the small cat.
After a while, they’d picked out a few toys, a bag of food, a couple bowls for food and water, and a self-cleaning litter box with some litter. They made their way from the store and Rose appeared to be beside herself with excitement.
I was awoken, yet again, in the wee hours of the morning. Well, not so wee this time, but my parents and brother came in my room at about eight this morning with a tray of my favorite breakfast foods.
The tray was loaded with eggs, hash browns, orange juice, bacon, and crepes. I did my best not to laugh when I saw the crepes; mum had learned to cook them from my Aunt Fleur, something she hated to admit. She’d always make them for special occasions though; my brother and I loved them.
They left me alone for a while so I could eat in peace. When I made my way back downstairs, they asked what I wanted to do for the day. I decided on a trip to London, mainly to get my pet for Hogwarts. Mum gave us an hour to get ready and after getting dressed, I went up to the tree house to read for a while.
We invited the Potters and when I went downstairs when the hour was up, Lily attacked me, the rest of the family joined in wishing me a happy birthday. After that whole ordeal was over, we made our way to London and wandered about a bit before going to Diagon Alley.
We went straight to Eeylops and we must’ve spent a good hour or two in the shop, looking at all the different animals and creatures they had. Lily, mum, Aunt Ginny and I were having an absolute blast while James, Hugo, and Al were poking at some weird spiky thing in a cage and dad and Uncle Harry talked off to the side.
Mum called me over after a little while and I could tell she was excited about something. I immediately went over to meet her and glanced into the cage she was looking at. I fell in love with the cat inside immediately.
She was tiny and just sitting in the back corner of the cage. She had huge green eyes and silky black fur. There was a white spot that wrapped around the base of her left ear that actually looked like a crescent moon. She approached the front of the cage and mewed at me before sitting down and looking at me curiously. I knew right away she was the one.
We left the store a few minutes later with the kitten and everything I would need to take care of her. Then I realized I still needed a name for her.
The family walked back to the Leaky Cauldron where they were able to use the Floo Network to get back home for a small fee.
“Well, now I need a name for her,” Rose said, sitting on the couch and opening the cage. She set the cage on the floor, allowing for the kitten to come out on her own time.
“Why don’t you post it on Wizbook?” Lily suggested.
“Even though the only people I’m “friends” with on there are family members?” Rose asked, laughing.
“Well then you’ll get everyone’s opinions. Even if you don’t actually figure out a name you’ll have suggestions. It’s worth a shot.” Hermione said, smiling at Rose. “You can use my computer.”
The kitten, eyes wide, made her way from the cage slowly and Rose picked her up, cradling her against her chest. She made her way from the room and to the den where her mother’s computer was.
Rose sat down in front of the computer and a moment later, Lily brought a chair over and sat down next to Rose as they waited for the computer to turn on. She set the kitten on her lap and the kitten immediately curled up, purring slightly.
The computer turned on a few moments later and Rose flicked the monitor on. Within a few minutes, she was on Wizbook.
“Just got a new kitten. Black with a moon-shaped spot behind her ear. Name ideas?” Rose posted on her wall and waited to see if anyone would respond.
A notification popped up and Rose clicked it, it was from her cousin Molly. “Molly!” Rose laughed and shook her head.
Another notification popped up, this one from Fred. “Ellie?” Rose debated it for a moment; leave it to Fred to actually suggest a decent name. It was cute and actually fitting.
She looked at Lily, “What do you think about Ellie?” Lily looked at the kitten and seemed to debate it.
“I like it, but let’s see if there’s anything else.”
They waited a few minutes and just before Rose was about to log out, another notification popper up. It was from her Aunt Fleur. She clicked on it and read, “Elune. Lune means “moon” in French, and combining it with Freddy’s suggestion of “Ellie”, I think it works quite nicely.”
Rose sat back and seemed to think about it.
“It’s perfect.” Lily said from behind her and Rose couldn’t help but agree. She liked her aunt’s comment, thanked them all for their suggestions, and shut the computer off, knowing she’d found the perfect name.
Rose and Lily nearly ran back to the rest of the family, excited to share the name with everyone.
“Elune!” Rose said, beaming and holding the kitten up in the air.
“And who came up with that brilliant name?” Ginny asked, her left eyebrow arched.
“Aunt Fleur.” Rose said and both Hermione and Ginny blanched. Ron laughed and Harry smirked, knowing how much their wives hated Fleur. They had a habit of calling her “Phlegm” though apparently they’d grown much fonder of her than they used to be.
“Freddy helped!” Lily piped in and that seemed to give Hermione and Ginny some comfort.
“Well then, Elune it is. And it’s a lovely name!” Hermione said, walking over and scratching Elune behind the ear before kissing her on the head.
“Well, Rose. It’s only noon. What else would you like to do?” Ron asked his daughter, smiling down at her.
“Errm… lunch? And Quidditch? And then I’d like to watch the next Lord of the Rings movie!” Rose said, actually excited for the rest of the day.
“That sounds lovely,” said Hermione, nearly running from the room. She paused before leaving and turned towards Rose, “What would you like for lunch dear?”
“Just sandwiches? If that’s alright with everyone?” Rose asked, glancing around the room. No one objected and Rose smiled at her mum.
“Excellent, they’ll be done in a little while then.” Hermione said, making her way from the room.
Within an hour, the entire family had devoured the sandwiches Hermione had made and everyone, including Hermione, was dressed and ready for a game of Quidditch.
They split into teams- Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Lily, and Hugo versus James, Al, Rose, and Ron. It was one of the few fair ways to split the families and everyone had always agreed on it.
The teams talked strategy for a few moments before taking to the air. Rose and Harry were the seekers, Hugo and James were beaters, and everyone else was a chaser.
Rose dropped the ball right above all the chasers and Harry released the snitch and the bludgers, all of them preparing for the game.
When we got home, Lily suggested I use Wizbook to ask for opinions on names. I guess I should explain Wizbook, huh? Well I guess it’s a lot like Muggle Facebook, but for wizards. It’s one of the few places online we can openly talk about magic and the like without being found out by Muggles. The only people with whom I’m friends with on Wizbook however, are my family members. Exciting, I know.
But, I listened to Lily and mum allowed me to use her computer so I posted telling everyone what she looked like and asking for opinions on names. Naming things wasn’t exactly a strength of mine and I was hoping someone in my family could come up with a good name.
Molly, my dear cousin, posted that I should name her… Molly. I laughed and waited to see if anyone else had a suggestion. Freddy commented a few moments later saying I should name her Ellie. I liked Ellie and it was a cute name for a kitten, but I didn’t want something quite so... human? So I waited and just before I was going to close it out and check back later, Aunt Fleur commented saying I should name her Elune. Lune was French for “moon” like the spot behind her ear and combining that with Freddy’s suggestion for Ellie, she figured Elune would work.
Lily and I were immediately in love with the name and went to go tell the rest of the family. Mum and Ginny were enthusiastic until we’d told them where we got the idea for the name. They weren’t very impressed. Lily let them know that Freddy had helped and that seemed to comfort them.
Mum asked me what else I wanted to do and I decided I wanted to have lunch and then go play Quidditch. So mum made sandwiches and we all ate before making our way out to the Quidditch field.
After merely twenty minutes, Rose caught the snitch just before Harry, causing her team to win by a hundred and twenty points.
“Did you want to play another game?” Hermione asked, looking at Rose.
Rose shook her head, “No, that’s alright. I’d rather do something else. Actually, I’d really like to watch the next Lord of the Rings movie. Then dinner and then the last one?” Rose asked, beaming.
“Sounds like a plan, darling.” Hermione said, kissing her daughter on the forehead.
After dinner, they did cake and presents. Rose received a box set of the Lord of the Rings books, a gift card to a Muggle bookstore, and something that left her in shock… the Firebolt 4. Rose nearly screamed with excitement and her parents were thrilled.
They went out to go for a fly and Rose got to try out her new broom, ecstatic. She gave everyone a turn and they all marveled at how well it flew.
Before they knew it, the day was over. The Potters left and Rose and Hugo were left yawning, ready to get to bed.
Rose made her way up the stairs and to her tree house, picking up her diary and writing, more than thrilled with the way the day had turned out.
My team won the Quidditch game! I caught the snitch, though Uncle Harry was just behind me. The game didn’t last that long and mum asked if I wanted to play another game but I said I’d rather go back home and watch Lord of the Rings.
We went back home and watched The Two Towers. I fell even more in love with the series at that point and couldn’t wait to watch the last one. Mum had made my absolute favorite dinner yet again and I was beyond excited.
After dinner, we had cake and mum said it was time to open presents. The first present I opened was a box set of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and I was suddenly very excited. I had some new books to read! The next gift was a gift card to a Muggle bookstore. I thought that was the last of my presents, but mum disappeared and came back a moment later, her hands behind her back.
She and dad were beaming and I gave them an odd look before mum revealed what was behind her back. I got a Firebolt 4!! We went out to the field again and I got to fly around for an hour before I gave everyone else a chance to do the same. It was the most incredible broom ever. It flew perfect, it was fast, and smooth, and I was in shock.
The day ended and I couldn’t believe that it had come and gone so quickly. It was one of the longest days I’d ever had, especially since Al and I had stayed up so late to watch the meteor shower and by the time nine rolled around, I was beyond exhausted.
I have to say, after everything that happened, today was the greatest day and the best birthday of my entire life. And it all started with Al.
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Rose awoke to a thin, gold ribbon of light streaming in from a crack between her curtains. She smiled and took a deep breath in before smelling the pancakes, immediately jumping out of bed, and running down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.
As she ran down the stairs she was also greeted by the scent of bacon and another semi-salty smell that she guessed was hash browns or some other form of potatoes.
She ran into the kitchen and stopped a foot away from her mother, though her hair had a different plan and as Hermione turned to face her daughter, she was greeted with a face and mouthful of hair.
Hermione detangled herself from her daughter’s hair and began laughing.
“I believe your hair has a mind of its own,” she said as she gave her daughter a hug. “Morning, love. You seem to be particularly happy today.”
Rose beamed up at her mom and nodded her head. “How could I not be? I start at Hogwarts in a week and we’re going shopping for all my school stuff today. Of course I’m excited and happy and… nervous,” she trailed off, her mind wandering to a hundred different places.
“Oh, Rose. You’ll be fine. I know how nerve-wracking this can all be, believe me. I was a Muggle-born going to school in this crazy new world that I had no idea even existed until I was eleven. I can tell already that you’ll be brilliant with magic and you can always write if you need anything.”
Rose nodded and her eyes misted over as she gave her mother a half-smile. “Thanks, mum,” she whispered, and Hermione wrapped her in another hug.
“You’re welcome. Now, would you mind setting the table? And grabbing the orange juice and water from the fridge?” Hermione asked. Rose nodded, doing as her mother said before she sat down at the table and glanced around the kitchen.
She took note of the yellow walls that seemed to bring sunlight into the kitchen even when it was dark and gloomy out. The white tiled floors and the dark, stained cabinets with the white countertops. The house was the only place she’d ever known since she was little, and the thought of living somewhere else for months had begun to make her nervous lately. She wanted to make sure she would remember every detail while she was at Hogwarts.
“Rose?” Hermione said for the third time, finally snapping Rose out of her head.
“Hmm?” Rose answered, not knowing her mom had called for her several times. Hermione shot her a quizzical look but decided not to bring it up.
“Would you mind waking your father and brother? They need to get up soon or we’ll never get going,” she said as she flipped a pancake and a piece of bacon at the same time, her focus clearly on the food before her.
“Of course,” Rose said, standing up and smiling as she made her way back upstairs to wake Hugo and her father.
Rose approached her brother’s room and opened the door as quietly as she could. Hugo lay curled up at the center of his bed, looking like a tiny ball as Rose tiptoed towards him.
As soon as she was about a foot away from his bed, she pounced on the mattress and launched Hugo a good foot in the air, causing him to yell and flail his arms out. He landed face down on the mattress with a groan.
Rose began laughing, clutching her stomach as Hugo grumbled, “Shove off it, Rose.” He gave her a push and she toppled off the bed, though she never stopped laughing.
She jumped up and sat on the edge of Hugo’s bed, patting him on the head. “There, there. Come on, mum’s making breakfast and we want to get a head start on the day so we can get to Diagon Alley fairly early.”
“It’s. Too. Early,” Hugo grumbled before grabbing his pillow and putting it over his head.
“Oh no you don’t!” Rose said, pulling his pillow off and rolling Hugo towards the edge of the bed. He froze when he realized what she was about to do.
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
Thud. Hugo hit the ground and Rose ran from the room, laughing as Hugo yelled after her.
She burst into her parent’s room and ran across to the curtains before opening them as wide as she could, the sunlight bright and nearly blinding. Her father groaned from the bed and she ran over and jumped on the bed.
“Come on, daddy! Mum nearly has breakfast ready and she wants you and Hugo downstairs now. She made a lot of bacon and some delicious smelling pancakes.”
Ron took a deep breath and groaned, though a small smile played at the corner of his lips upon smelling the food his wife was cooking.
“Gimme a minute,” he mumbled, barely audible.
“If you aren’t down in the kitchen in three minutes, I’m bringing the pitcher of water.” Rose said as she skipped out of the room.
She made her way back down to the kitchen and her mom turned to her as she came in.
“What were all those thumps from upstairs?” Hermione asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Hugo wasn’t cooperating,” Rose deadpanned and Hermione rolled her eyes before turning back to the stove.
“If he’s hurt, you’ll be in trouble,” Hermione said and Rose stifled a laugh.
Right as Hermione finished her sentence, Hugo and Ron shuffled into the kitchen side by side, both yawning and sporting half-opened eyelids.
“I’m impressed, Dad. It didn’t even take you two minutes!” Rose said, smiling at her father who merely groaned in response and sat down in his chair.
There was a knock at the door and Rose jumped out of her chair before running out of the room to greet the Potters. Al stood in the back, looking as nervous as Rose felt. He gave her a smile and she returned one as best she could. They all made their way to the kitchen, Al, James, and Lily all carrying plates filled with fresh fruit and Ginny carrying a tray of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls.
“Nice hair, Rose,” Al said to Rose as he passed by her, giving her a smirk. She stuck her tongue out at him as she followed his family into the kitchen.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, though she knew the effort was futile and that the rest of her hair was probably an utter mess. Knowing it wasn’t worth fussing over, she joined her family at the breakfast table and as soon as everyone sat down, they all began to dig in, grabbing food off every plate they could reach.
August 25, 2017
This next week will be the longest week of my entire life. I start at Hogwarts in exactly one week and I couldn’t be more nervous and excited all at once. What if I completely fail? What if I can’t find a wand that works for me?
We went to Diagon Alley today and the entire time leading up to it I could hardly breathe because I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to expect and though I’d been to Diagon Alley more times than I could count, it was different this time. I was actually getting my school supplies. I would be leaving for Hogwarts and spending the next seven years of my life at Hogwarts.
Today started out like any other, though it didn’t turn out to be that way in the end. Mum made a brilliant breakfast as usual and the Potters came over so we could all go to Diagon Alley together so Al and I could get everything at once. Diagon Alley is where the real fun for the day began…
After breakfast, Rose and Lily made their way upstairs so Rose could change out of her pajamas and Al and James sat in the living room playing Wizard’s chess until Hugo came down fully dressed a few minutes later; then, the three of them made their way to the backyard. The adults sat in the kitchen, talking and waiting for the girls to get ready, knowing it wouldn’t be a quick process if Lily had anything to do with it.
The adults were surprised when within fifteen minutes of going upstairs, the girls made their way into the kitchen. Rose was wearing jeans and a nice sweater with black flats, while her hair was straight and halfway down her back.
“Well are we ready to go?” Hermione asked, standing up and looking from the girls to the rest of the adults.
“I believe so!” Ginny replied, smiling and putting her arms around the girls’ shoulders before walking them from the room, the rest of the adults trailing behind.
Harry made his way to the back door and called for the boys, who came in a few seconds later.
“We’re going to take Floo Powder to George and Angelina’s flat so we can visit with them for a bit before we head off to do all the shopping,” Harry said as soon as everyone was in the room.
Hermione took the bowl of Floo Powder down from the mantle and held it out to Lily and Rose. They both took a handful and stepped into the fire, holding hands with their free hands as they stepped into the fireplace, tossing their powder in the flame before stepping in.
“Uncle George’s flat, above Wizard’s Wheezes,” they said in perfect unison as they disappeared in a burst of green fire.
The rest of the family followed them and within a couple of minutes, the entire family was dusting themselves off and talking to George and Angelina, as well as Fred and Roxy who had just come back from Angelina’s parents’ house.
After talking for a while, the three families left the flat and made their way through the shop and out onto the streets, George catching up with them a few minutes later after letting his assistant know he was in charge for a while.
“Well, first things first; let’s get some of the stuff that isn’t so bad to carry. We should get your cauldrons and all the other supplies we can get there like your scales and phials and such. Then we can get your robes and do wands right before we do books last so we don’t have to lug those around all day,” Hermione was saying as she led the group.
The group made their way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley and made their way into the cauldron shop, where they were able to get their cauldrons as well as their scales and phials. They placed everything in their cauldrons as they made their way out of the shop and Rose and Al exchanged nervous glances, things were becoming more and more real.
The large, boisterous group stopped in one more store so that Rose and Al could get their telescopes before they all made their way to Madam Malkin’s so Rose and Al could be fitted for their robes and James could be fitted for some new ones.
They stepped through the door and Rose couldn’t help but gasp. She hadn’t been there in years and it was even bigger than she’d remembered. The inside of the store was enormous and covered from floor to ceiling with bolts of fabric.
“Hogwarts?” A voice said from next to the group, startling most of them.
“Yup!” James said, quite chipper compared to his usual mood. “Need to get resized; I actually grew a couple inches this summer.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at her son and couldn’t help but laugh.
“We’ve also got a couple first years here,” Ginny said, putting her hands on both Al and Rose’s backs and pushing them forward a foot or so.
“Very well, I’ll take them in the back to do their fittings, if you guys want, I just put in a few tables and some chairs if you’d like to wait over there,” the woman said, gesturing towards a few tables tucked away in the front corner of the store.
She then turned and walked towards the back of the store, Rose and Al hesitantly following behind her.
The woman pushed back a curtain and revealed a small room with a platform in the center and a mirror on the remaining three walls.
“Why don’t you have a seat, Rose?” the woman asked, gesturing to the chairs off to the side. “Albus, go ahead and step up onto the platform. Don’t worry, the tape will begin your measurements; now, I have to go and get the other boy who just came in,” she ran out of the room, leaving a now terrified Rose and Al behind.
“Bloody hell,” Al whispered. “How does she know our names? And I hadn’t heard anyone walk in. And… oh Merlin.”
Rose stood frozen for a few moments before walking over and taking a seat on a chair, “you better get up there, Al.”
He nodded and stood on the platform. The tape measure shot up from a small table and began measuring everything it could possibly reach on Al. He stood there, frozen, staring at Rose with eyes wide.
The curtain opened once more and there stood the woman, gesturing forward the blonde boy Al and Rose had run into in the graveyard and that Rose had seen a couple weeks ago. Rose gulped. This terrifying experience seemed as if it were about to get worse.
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The boy entered in, followed shortly by the woman. He gave Rose an odd look before the woman nearly threw him in the chair next to Rose. She sat frozen, unwilling to even glance over at him.
As the tape continued to take measurements, Al stood frozen in horror, his eyes wide. The woman began to circle him like a vulture, making little noises to herself. After what felt like ages to the kids, the tape finally fell back to the table and Al let out a breath of relief.
A few seconds later, fabric, scissors, pins, needles, and thread started zooming in from different sides of the room and surrounded Al. The woman had her wand out and was flicking it around and smiling as if she were conducting a band.
Rose stared up at her cousin in horror, knowing that she would be next, and began to freak out.
She felt a hand on hers and she jumped, turning to find the blonde boy’s face inches from hers. “If we run now, she might not be able to get us,” he whispered and Rose couldn’t help but laugh.
She covered it with her hands, attempting to stifle it but the woman had already heard her. She lowered her wand, causing everything surrounding Al to freeze, a needle mere centimeters from his eye, which was now crossed to look at the needle.
“I don’t think that’ll do you much good, dearies. You still need your Hogwarts uniforms,” she said, winking at Rose and the blonde boy before turning back and resuming her wand waving.
“All done!” the woman said in a singsong voice a few moments later. She took a step and Al was now standing there, wearing a perfectly fitted set of robes. The woman was handing him a folded piece of black cloth Rose assumed was an identical set to those he was wearing.
Al, shaking from head to toe, stepped off the platform and stumbled over to the other side of Rose and took a seat. He drew his legs up to his chest with the fabric between his legs and chest and wrapped his arms around them, his eyes still wide.
“Well, miss Rose, you’re next!” the woman exclaimed, a look of pure joy on her face.
Rose slowly stood up, hesitant to approach the platform. She took a deep breath and stepped onto the platform, trying not to look at the blonde boy. Immediately, the tape measure zoomed up from the table and began its job.
“These tape measures are fabulous. They measure everything possible and can remember every person they ever measure. Then, the next time it goes to measure a familiar person it recognizes them immediately and only needs to measure differences, whether that’s growing or shrinking and it automatically updates the measurements,” the woman said, beaming as if she couldn’t be more proud.
Al and the blonde boy both let out nervous laughs when the woman turned to them as if asking for them to give her praise for her wonderful tape measure. She turned back to Rose who let out a heavily sarcastic, “Fantastic.”
The woman’s eyes grew large and despite what Rose had clearly expected, she smiled at her, “Well, aren’t you feisty?”
Rose blushed but was spared from responding when—just as they had for Al—pins, needles, fabric, and all the other necessities for the robes began swirling around her as if she were in the middle of a tornado.
“You’re that kid we ran into… err… who Rose ran into at the cemetery, yeah?” Al asked the blonde boy, switching seats so he sat next to the other kid as soon as he’d stopped shaking. He was whispering, knowing that for whatever reason, Rose hadn’t been too kind to him the last time and probably didn’t want to talk to the boy now.
The boy laughed, “Yeah that was me. I was visiting my grandfather’s grave. How about you?” the boy asked, looking genuinely curious.
“Our uncle,” Al said, gesturing to Rose.
“Oh. Is she your sister?” The boy asked, looking slightly confused.
Al laughed, “Nah, she’s my cousin and my best friend, though I’m closer than I am to my own sister. And brother for that matter.”
“Ahh… well, you’re lucky,” the boy said, his tone sounding sad.
“Do you not have a brother or sister?” Al asked him and the boy laughed.
“Oh, I have a sister all right. Pain in the butt that one is. We don’t really get along all that well,” the boy said, his voice holding no real emotion to reveal how he felt about that, though his eyes were clearly saying he was sad.
“Has it always been that way?” Al found himself asking, not really aware that he was trying to keep the conversation moving forward.
“For as long as I can remember, yes,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, she’s a year younger, and I’m supposed to be all big brother on her, and I care about her, but we’ve just never really got along. She’s the golden child and I seem to be the black sheep of the family…” he trailed off and shook his head, clearly not wanting to elaborate.
“I’m sorry,” Al said, not really knowing what else to say.
“All done!” The woman exclaimed and Rose hopped off the platform, grabbing Al by the wrist and pulling him to his feet.
“Oh, Albus!” the woman said as Al and Rose were about to run into the other room. Al gulped before the woman continued, “Be a good lad and send James back here when you go out there. By the time he gets back I should be about ready for him and he’ll only take a moment.”
Al nodded, clearly not wanting to say anything, before Rose pulled him into the other room and the two of them nearly ran to their families.
“James!” Al shouted as they approached their families all sitting around one of the tables tucked away in the front corner of the store. “James, she wants you in there now.”
James nodded and began walking towards the back room, his face stern, looking as if he knew exactly what it was he was walking into.
Rose glanced around the table and noticed it was only her parents and Hugo with Lily and Al’s parents sitting at the table.
“Where’d Uncle George and Aunt Angelina go?” she asked curiously.
“Oh they took Fred and Roxy to the toy store and then they’re heading back home, you know how restless the twins can get,” Ginny said nonchalantly.
Rose shrugged and sat down in one of the empty chairs, just as the bell above the door rang, signaling someone walking in. Rose and Al both glanced up to see a blond man walk in and they both knew immediately he had to be the father of the blond boy they’d run into on so many occasions.
Rose and Al exchanged glances as he walked past their table and sat down next to a tiny brunette woman who was sitting at a small table behind them, though they hadn’t noticed her before.
“Where’s Scorpius?” the man asked, glancing around.
“In the back with the owner,” the woman said, putting down the book in her hand and smiling up at the man.
Al and Rose exchanged looks before turning back to their families. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were all staring at the man with a look of what appeared to be shocked.
“Draco?” Hermione said, her voice shaky. Rose looked to her mother and saw that Hermione as well as Ginny, Harry, and Ron were all staring at him, their eyes wide.
The man—Draco—looking at them with shock clearly displayed across his face. “Well… hello everyone.”
“Hi!” Lily said, looking very cheery despite the obvious tension.
“It’s wonderful to see you, Draco!” Hermione said, standing up and walking towards him. He stood up and she wrapped him in a hug. He appeared to be shocked and seemed to stiffen before finally bringing his arm up and patting her back, his eyes still wide. Hermione pulled back and looked at the woman he’d been sitting with, “Is this your wife?” Hermione asked.
Draco nodded but didn’t say anything. The woman stood up and offered her hand to Hermione, who took it as the woman said, “Astoria.”
“I’m Hermione, and this is Harry, Ginny, and my husband Ron,” she said, more to Astoria than Draco. “And these are my children, Rose and Hugo and Harry and Ginny’s children, Al and Lily, their son James is in the back,” Hermione said very quickly in what sounded like one breath, pointing to each person as she rattled off the names.
“Pleasure,” Astoria said rather stiffly, looking as if she felt rather out of place.
“Our son, Scorpius is in the back as well,” said Draco, seeming to find his voice at last.
“Lovely! And what a unique name,” Hermione said, smiling.
“Draco’s idea. Sticking to the whole star thing,” Astoria said, seeming to be amused.
“Our daughter, Charlotte is at home. Her name is normal,” Draco muttered and Astoria laughed and looked to her husband with a look of amusement.
“Only because her middle name is Lyra. Plus, she goes by Charlie, but that’s hardly the point,” Astoria said, shaking her head.
“Dad!” everyone heard and turned to see the blonde boy, Scorpius, bounding towards them.
“Hello, son. I want you to meet some old friends of mine as well as their children,” Draco said, smiling as Scorpius made his way over and gave his father a hug before turning to the large group, his eyes wide.
Draco rattled off the names of everyone in the group, including the children, as if he’d known them for years.
“Hey, Scorpius!” Lily said, clearly not picking up on, or choosing to ignore, the tension once again.
“Uhh… hi everyone,” Scorpius said, leaning back against his father’s chest.
A moment later, James appeared and the woman walked over to Ginny, whispering something to her before Ginny pulled out a few coins from her purse and handed them to the woman.
The woman then made her way over to Hermione, who did the same before Ron grabbed Rose’s wrist and pulled her out of the store, muttering a “Let’s go,” to the rest of the family.
Hermione muttered a “Sorry,” to Draco and his family before the group followed Ron out of the shop.
The group found themselves outside, with Ron red in the face, looking as if he were about to explode. “I swear, next time, I’m going to punch him in the face,” Ron muttered, still holding tightly to Rose’s wrist
“Ronald, let it go,” Hermione said soothingly to her husband. “And you can release your daughter’s wrist now, you didn’t need to yank her out of there anyways.”
“It’s in the past, love. I’ve heard he’s quite the renowned Healer now. He’s obviously repented from his old ways and he hasn’t done anything wrong that we know of since we left school. Just leave it for now,” Hermione said in an even tone, the only thing that calmed Ron down when he got angry.
“Well I’ve got my eye on him,” Ron mumbled.
“You always did,” chimed in Harry, earning a half-hearted glare from Ron.
“Where to now?” asked Ginny, clearly keen on changing the subject.
“Wands?” Hermione suggested. “Then books last?”
“Mum, what did Draco do when you guys were in school?” Rose asked and Hermione blushed slightly before looking at her daughter.
“That’s a story for another day, it’s not something that particularly matters,” she said.
“Hermione! It matters! He was-” Ron began but Hermione cut him off.
“No, it doesn’t matter, Ron. Just leave it.”
Hermione began walking towards Ollivander’s, Ron following her and Ginny and Harry exchanging glances before following them, the kids falling in step behind their parents. Al gulped and approached Rose, his face pale, “What if there aren’t any wands that work for me?”
“Don’t be silly, Al. There’s bound to be a wand for you,” Rose said, though she looked nervous herself.
They approached Ollivander’s, a store now owned by the son Ollivander had adopted and trained up after the war. He’d died only a few years previous to now, but his legend definitely lived on with his son.
Harry opened the door and everyone piled in, Rose and Al bringing up the rear.
“Looks like quite the party we’ve got here,” a voice said from behind the rows of shelves that lined the back of the store, though the person it belonged to was nowhere to be seen.
“We need two wands today for a couple of first year Hogwarts students,” Hermione said, though she looked confused as to whom she was speaking as she approached the counter.
“Fantastic!” the voice said again and a moment later a young man sprang up from behind the counter.
Hermione jumped back slightly when he popped up from behind the counter and the man smiled upon seeing he’d frightened her.
“My apologies, miss,” he said, bowing slightly. “And which two of you are getting your wands?” he asked, smiling at all of them and glancing to each of the kids.
“M-me,” Rose piped up, her voice shaking.
“And me,” Al said, both of them stepping towards the counter looking scared to death.
“Well there’s no need to look like I’m going to chop your head off. I’m going to find you a wand, not chop your head off using a guillotine! You should be excited!” he said, looking more than excited to be helping them.
“Step up here to the counter and I’ll grab a few wands for you each to try out,” he said before disappearing among the shelves.
A few moments later, he returned with an armful of wands, looking contemplative as he set the boxes on the counter and read the labels on a few before pulling out two of the boxes and removing the tops.
He made his way around the counter and stood in front of them, holding out an open box to each of them.
They both grabbed the wands that were being held out to them rather hesitantly, Rose’s doing absolutely nothing and Al’s sending out a small jet of sparks, though he looked as if he were about to throw it.
“Well, young man, looks like you’ve just selected your wand! It’s eleven inches, Oak, Dragon Heartstring, and reasonably springy. You’ve got quite the wand!” he said, beaming at Al.
Al glanced at his wand, fairly long, with small, rune-like symbols carved in a spiral from the bottom to the tip, stained an almost black.
The man took the wand from Rose and made his way over to the pile of wands before pulling out another one and removing the lid. “Well, we need to find you one, young lady.”
He offered the box to her and she took the wand, once again, nothing happening. Rose frowned, clearly growing more and more nervous.
“Not to worry, I’ve had people try more than fifty wands before finding one that was fitting,” he said and Rose’s eyes grew wide. He laughed, “That’s not the norm.”
He repeated the process with a few more wands before Rose picked one up from the box, her eyes growing wide as soon as she touched it. A huge jet of sparks flew from it and the young man beamed.
“THAT is your wand. It seems to really like you. Ten inches, Hazel wood, phoenix feather, nice and supple,” he said, looking quite pleased.
They paid for their wands and made their way from the store, Rose and Al both looking quite relieved and happy to have found wands that worked for them.
The first store we went to was to get our cauldron and any other Potions supplies and such that we could get there so we’d also have the cauldron to carry things the rest of the day.
The day was going fairly smoothly until we made our way into Madam Malkin’s to get robes for Al and me and to get James some new robes. The owner of the store was absolutely crazy! She was really quirky and just sort of odd and there was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
So, when we got into the store, she dragged Al and I into the back room and she put Al up on the platform, and that’s when it got even weirder. First, there was a flying tape measure that started zooming around and measuring Al wherever it could, while I sat quietly in a chair. The woman disappeared for a few moments and guess who she brought back?! THE BLONDE BOY!! That’s right, he came into the room with Al and me and I nearly screamed. I don’t know what it is about that boy, but I seem to run into him far too often.
The woman practically pushed the boy into the chair next to me and it got to be super awkward. Then, the boy randomly grabbed my hand and said we should run. The woman told us it wasn’t a good idea, but it nearly scared me to death. And there’s something… sad about him, I’m not quite sure what it is. But the excitement was short lived because she finished with Al a little after that and then it was my turn.
I can’t even begin to explain how terrifying the entire thing was. Scissors, needles, and all the other stuff zoomed around my face, missing my skin by mere centimeters. When she finished, I couldn’t grab Al and run out of there fast enough. Then we were told to send James and we ran back to the families. We sent James and waited at the table when even more stuff happened.
So, this man walked in the store, and it turns out my mom knew him!! His name is Draco and I’m assuming that he went to school with my parents and Uncle Harry. I mean, Aunt Ginny went to school with them as well, but she was a year behind. So my mom called his name and he kinda looked shocked to see all of them. My mom gave him a hug and then introduced all of us. He then introduced his wife and kinda freaked out and half introduced his son Scorpius, who, believe it or not, is the blonde kid!!
So now I know the name of the mysterious blond boy… Scorpius. It’s an odd name, but somehow, it’s sort of fitting for him. Apparently his dad has some weird thing with stars and naming his kids after them because it’s some family tradition or something. I also found out that he has a sister, though I’m not sure how old she is or where she was today. But then my dad pulled me away from the store and kind of had a freak out moment. I’m not sure what Draco did, but apparently it was something bad because my dad sounded really angry. I tried to ask, but mum said it was a story for another time. Now I’m really starting to get curious.
After that whole thing though, we went to Ollivander’s so that Al and I could get our wands. We were both insanely nervous that we wouldn’t find a wand and would be stuck without one forever, but good news, we both found one!!
My wand is ten inches long, made with Hazel wood, phoenix feather core, and is “nice and supple”, whatever that means. All I can say is it’s beautiful. It’s stained a deep brown, though not as dark as Al’s wand- his is nearly black. It has an intricate swirling pattern along the base of the wand where I hold it, and what looks like vines wrapping from the base to the tip.
The rest of the day passed by without much trouble, the families making their way around Diagon Alley to all the various shops before they made their last stop of the day, Flourish and Blotts to get all of their books.
Rose and Al made their way through the store, Al holding the list and reading off each title as they ventured off to find the books, the rest of the families wandering around on their own. They would find each book, each grab a copy, and toss them in their cauldrons, which were growing progressively heavier as they made their way through the store.
“I want to grab my own copy of Hogwarts: a Histroy. Mum has her old copy, but it’s all battered and worn and I really want to have my own copy,” Rose said as they found their last book. Al rolled his eyes but smirked at his cousin.
“You would, Rose. Lead the way!”
They wandered around some more until Rose spotted what she wanted, a single copy of Hogwarts: a History sat on the shelf and as she reached for it, someone else did as well and she turned to see Scorpius standing there, looking shocked.
“You can have it,” he said, turning away.
“No, it’s fine, you can have it,” Rose said, though she didn’t want him to take it, she did have a copy she could borrow from her mother. “I can use my mum’s copy.”
“A-are you sure?” he asked, seeming nervous. “I don’t mind if you have it, I don’t really need it, I just thought it would be nice to have a copy.”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Al said, grabbing the copy and tossing it at Scorpius who caught it midair. “She can just have her mother’s copy for now, her mother wouldn’t be opposed, that way everyone’s happy.”
Rose glared at him and Al pretended to take no notice and instead waved to Scorpius. “We’ll see you around!” he said cheerfully and pulled Rose down the aisle so they could go find everyone else.
“What was that for?” Rose whisper-yelled as they made it out of Scorpius’ earshot.
“Rose, you just wanted an extra copy, you didn’t need it. You’re normally so good about making friends with new people, why are you being so weird with this guy?” Al asked, confronting her about it before she’d have time to make up an excuse.
“I- I… I don’t know. There’s just something about him, I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around,” she said, looking confused.
“Maybe you like him?” Al suggested. “But you barely know him.”
“I don’t like him!” she said rather defensively.
“Fine, fine. Figure out what it is, he seems pretty cool.”
Rose rolled her eyes, “I’ll try. But I’m not going to promise you anything.”
“Yes ma’am,” Al said right before spotting his mother near the front counter.
The two of them found their families a couple minutes later, and within an hour they were all back at home, putting their new things in their respected spots.
The busy day had been a success and everything that they needed had been purchased. Everyone made their way to bed, content with the day they’d had, and just about everyone nervous at the prospect of Al and Rose starting school, though for different reasons.
Well, after we got wands, we made our way to a bunch of the stores and even stopped to get lunch as well as ice cream a little later on. Then, when it was about three in the afternoon, we all made our way to Flourish and Blotts so we could get our schoolbooks.
Al and I found a system that worked out pretty well. He had the list out and would name each book down the list. Then the two of us would go find it and I would grab a copy for each of us and place them in our cauldrons before we went to go find the next book. We found them all within twenty minutes and then I decided I wanted a copy of Hogwarts: a History so we set off to find one.
There was one book left on the shelf when we found it and someone reached for it when I did. Guess who it was? SCORPIUS! That bloody jerk showed up yet again! Then, Al had the nerve to give him the last copy! I mean… I shouldn’t be too angry because I can just use my mum’s old copy, but there’s just something about Scorpius that frustrates me. Al thinks I like him, but that’s crazy. I barely know him, and I’m only eleven!
After that little run in with Scorpius, we ended up checking out and leaving the store. Then we headed home, had a nice, quiet dinner, and everyone went their separate ways. It was a crazy and super eventful day, but overall, it was amazing. I got all my Hogwarts stuff, I have my own wand, and I learned Scorpius’ name… starting school in a week is sort of scary to think about, but I need to stop dwelling on how nervous I am. It’s happening, and that’s all that matters. Plus, I’ll always have Al by my side.
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