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Dear Diary by Mischief_managed18
Chapter 1 : Oddities
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I know, I know. Here I am with yet another story. But, since my other next-gen is coming to a close I figured I'd start this one for you guys. I have another one in mind as well. Happy reading, let me know what you think! 

Discalaimer: I do not own HP or the wonderful world these characters live in. All that credit goes to the lovely JK Rowling and her incredible mind. We should all thank her for being here at this moment. S2

Edited 10/13

(Chapter image by me!) 





Rose was bouncing up and down in her chair, as was the usual before breakfast. She tended to be far too hyper in the mornings, something her mother called a blessing and her father called a curse.


"Rosie, would you knock it off?" Hugo said, shuffling into the kitchen and slumping down in the chair next to her, yawning.


Rose punched him as hard as she could in the arm.“Don’t. Call. Me. Rosie,” Rose 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.” Hermione said, one hand on her hip as she turned away from the stove for a moment, eyebrows raised.


“Sorry, mum.” Rose and Hugo said at the same time, both sitting back in their chairs. 


Ron 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?” Rose smirked and shook her head; Ron had always been a mess in the morning.

“That would be your children, of course,” Hermione said. Though from her tone of voice, she found it all somewhat humorous.


“What’d you guys do this time?” her father asked, attempting to look at them seriously though his attempt failed miserably.


“He called me Rosie,” Rose said flatly, gesturing to Hugo.


“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.” Ron grumbled, sitting down in his chair and nodding off, his head hitting the table.


So much for that lecture,” Rose thought to herself. Her father was hopeless sometimes.


Hugo laughed beside her and she found myself joining in. Mum turned around and shook her head stating, "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.


Rose sighed to herself and stood up, walking over to her father. She poked his arm and he didn’t seem to move at all.


“Dad.” Rose said, still nothing. She shook his arm a bit and he still didn’t move. “Dad!” She said a bit louder and he still didn’t stir.


“Mum?” Rose said and she turned around once more, rolling her eyes at Ron.


“Yes, you may.” She said, smiling. Beaming, Rose ran to grab the pitcher of water from the fridge, something they always had handy for this purpose.


“Three, two, one.” Hugo counted down and Rose turned the pitcher upside down, dumping its contents on her father’s head.


“BLOODY HELL!” Ron said, jumping up and swinging his arm out just after Rose ducked, causing him to get off balance and slip on the spilled water, nearly falling. He caught the back of the chair and lifted his head, now dripping wet, and glared at her.


Rose 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,” she said, stifling a smile.


“You better be, you know what this means right?” he said, standing up slowly. Her eyes widened and she backed up another step before turning around and running out of the room.


Her father’s footsteps followed closely behind and she bolted out the back door, laughing the whole time.


She ran as fast as she could, scrambling up the nearest tree. Her father reached the tree moments after her and jumped up, grabbing onto her foot. She pulled away and all he got was her shoe, causing him to curse.


“You win.” He said, now laughing. Rose stood near the top of the tree, her sock nearly making her slip, as she stood upright.


Finally, she burst out laughing, clutching the tree trunk, tears streaming down her face.


“Come on, love. Let’s get some breakfast,” Ron said and suddenly, Rose was levitating. She glanced down and saw that he had his wand out, leading her down to the ground where she landed on her feet with ease.


“Well, come on.” Rose said, grabbing her father’s hand as she skipped back towards the house.


“Rose, aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, stopping and bending down to pick something up when she realized what it was... her shoe.


“Oh, right.” Rose said, laughing. She slipped the shoe on halfway and resumed her skipping, which proved to be quite difficult. She nearly fell over ten times by the time they’d finally managed to make it back to the kitchen. She took both shoes off and made her way towards the sink so she could wash her hands.



Hermione was cleaning up the water with her wand when they walked in and Hugo was smiling as he watched her. Hermione turned back to her as she made her way to the table. She raised her eyebrows at Rose who cocked her head.


“What’ve you got into this time, dear?” she asked and Rose gave her a strange look.


“What do you mean?” Rose asked and Hermione laughed as she reached out to wipe something off Rose’s nose with her thumb.


“You had dirt smearing your nose,” she said, laughing, “You really are your father’s daughter.”


Ron laughed and made his way to the counter where Hermione had all the food laid out. He grabbed the pancakes and a huge plate full of eggs and carried them over to the table. Hermione grabbed the fruit and a new pitcher of cold water as well as orange juice as Ron made his second trip to the counter to grab the bacon.


Breakfast at the Weasley house had always been something extravagant. Hermione 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, Ginny and Harry came in, their kids in tow. Now they could truly begin their 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 Rose and instantly grabbing food off every plate.


As if this were the cue, the rest of the 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,” Ginny said and James grimaced, always the gentleman.


“Rose!” Lily shrieked from across the table, beaming.


“Yes Lily?” Rose asked, smiling. Lily was two years younger than her and had always been the sister Rose had so desperately wanted.



“You and Al are going to get your letters soon!” She said, bouncing up and down.


Al groaned beside her and Lily glared at him.


“She won’t stop talking about it.” Al explained to her, rolling his eyes.


“I know,” Rose said, sounding upset.



“Try to control your excitement, Rose.” James said and Rose stuck her tongue out at him.


“Kids, enough,” Harry said and Rose gave him a grateful look. He smiled at her before turning back to join in conversation with the rest of the adults.


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 Rose sighed.



She made her way to her room, perfectly content to spend the day up there, reading and writing.


Rose’s room had always been the one place she 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 her 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 her room and it led to a door that she could open. When she opened the door, she could climb through and she would be directly under another ladder that led to her own tree house.


The Weasley’s had built their house right next to a giant tree, the random rooms seeming to fit right into the branches and the uppermost branches reaching right over Rose’s room, making a perfect spot to put a tree house. Her tree house had everything in it: a desk, a bookshelf full of all her favorite books, and a couch that took up the whole back wall. It was all quite simple, really.


Ron and Harry had built the entire thing when Rose was about six years old and had continually begged them to make her one. At first, they were going to go with a traditional one to put in one of the many trees in the backyard but Rose thought of the idea for the one above her room and, well, the idea stuck.

Rose made my way into the tree house and grabbed a book off the shelf, immediately settling into the couch and beginning to read.


~*~*~ Two hours later ~*~*~


There was a knock and Rose realized it was someone knocking on the tree house which usually meant one person... her mother.


“Yes, mum?” Rose said; a few moments later Hermione poked her head up.


“Hey, love. Can I come up?” she asked, looking around and smiling.


“Sure.” Rose said, setting the book down and stretching as Hermione made her way in.


“I’ve always loved this. You’re a lucky girl, Rose.” She said, stroking Rose’s hair and sitting down next to her.


“I know I am. Thank you, mum.” Rose said, leaning against her and closing her eyes.


“I brought you something.” She said and Rose 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. Rose smiled as her mother held it out to her. She 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.” Hermione was now beaming, her eyes filled with tears.


“It’s perfect, mum.” Rose said, seeming to sound surprised that her mother would think of such a splendid gift.


“Oh, I’m so glad!” she said, clapping her hands together. “That one is special. It’ll add a page 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 Rose, kissing her on the forehead.

“Th-thank you, mum.” Rose stammered out and Hermione nodded, leaving the tree house and leaving Rose to look over the diary that now rested in her hands.


June 11th, 2017


Dear Diary,


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 is 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 support my brother in anything and everything we do 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 Fred, 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... Rose.


Until next time,



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