DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's creations.
Also! I disliked the casting for Rose and Scorpius in the films, so forgive my imagining a different appearance. Basically, this is the dramoine of the next generation. xD
REVIEW Hugo and Rose are Hermione and Ron's children. Loius, Victoire, and Dominique are Bill and Fleur's. Albus, Sirius, and Lily are Harry and Ginny's. And there is also Fred Weasley as in George and Angeline's kid. Roxanne is also George and Angeline's.
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CHAPTER I: Rose steps on a Banana
Somewhere in the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, there was a huge mansion that stood at the spot precisely where the Burrow used to be. It was large in the sense that there was double the number of rooms needed for individual members of the family. But alas! It was never too big.
Its inhabitants were simply too lively.
"O-OH! BOOM-! BANG!" A small but very good-looking young boy yelled Onomatopoeias as if the sound effects from the television weren't loud enough. Then, seeing his virtual enemy fall into his death, his posture slumped in relaxation, a very satisfied grin plastered on his face. "That… was awesome."
"No fair! I was… distracted." A boy at around 10 years of age muttered. "Darnit!"
This boy had red hair and the freckles most of the people in the house had… or still did. Probably the latter.
In any case, his face was almost as scarlet as his hair. He was just killed in his favourite game, after all—by a younger boy, too! He hadn't even played for an hour yet.
It was very painful to his boyish ego.
The blonde boy only scoffed. "Stop being such a spoilsport, Hugo. I win, fair and square." He grinned, particularly proud at himself from being able to 'use' muggle-weapons so awesomely. Hugo started to mutter words of self-pity when he decided to give him a little compliment.
"Nice game. It's cool to get kill people without using spells…" But then he had an idea, and it made him beam. "I know, Loius! Wait til' you see the UTA32, the best killing machine s—!"
"HEY!"
Hugo's open mouth immediately formed a thin line at the sound of his mother's stern voice. "What the bloody hell could you be thinking about? And at 8am in the morning, too!" She nagged. She was about to tell them to get ready for their trip to Diagon alley, but she saw that by some miracle, they were already dressed. Now she knew why.
"Well, you two got ready early." She said, then eyed the two other children on the sofa. It was the twins, busy looking at themselves in the mirror.
"We wanted to play without interruption." Hugo replied as a-matter-of-factly, making his mother's eyes twitch. But, knowing that nagging would do much use, Hermoine could only shake her head in disapproval. (She needed to get breakfast done already, anyway.) 'Kids and their addictions to visual gaming...'
"Just don't get too close to the television, you two…" She sighed and turned around back to the kitchen with Ginny, just before adding an afterthought. "…and get those violent thoughts out of your head."
"Yes, Mother…" Hugo whispered and Loius just nodded passively. They looked like angels for a moment there.
But unfortunately for the young mother...
…the boys thought with certainly that violent thoughts were much too cool to forget.
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"May I ask why you're shaking your head?" Ginny asked rhetorically while she chopped the onions, an amused smile gracing her features. Hermione just sighed again in response.
"Hugo's getting violent. And I'm afraid he's following Fred and James' footsteps." She replied worriedly. The two older boys were very troublesome, especially due to the fact that they loved pranks. James was like his grandfather that way too. And now that he teamed up with Fred, who was gifted with the talent of invention – there was no stopping them.
Oh, how many points did Gryffindor lose because of them?
She loved Hugo very much but she, nevertheless, wished Hugo would be like his sister. She was a good and respectful daughter. Like her, Rose was a genius. But she raised her in a way that she would skip the know-it-all arrogant attitude that she used to have at her age—well, most of the time anyway. The mature predisposition Rose inherited from her Great-Grandmother helped as well.
Speaking of her daughter—
"Rose isn't awake yet?" She asked incredulously. Rose was usually the one who woke up first. Like her father she was a heavy sleeper, but she was also one of those people who could set accurate alarm-clocks just by willing themselves just before sleep.
"Yeah. She was awake until this morning chatting with Lily on her room." Ginny answered as she put the spices on the food. "You know how close they are… now that Rose is leaving for Hogwarts in less than two days, they're making the most out of their time together."
Hermione nodded in assent but then went onto her pondering-mode."But she was so exited on coming with us to the alley… she would hate not being woken up…"
"I suppose so… ask the criminals to wake them up." Ginny smiled. The criminals were the resident trouble makers – the younger ones, that is—who seem to be the only ones who could wake Rose when she hadn't set her alarm.
All hell breaks loose as consequence, though.
Hermione laughed awkwardly and shrugged. 'Oh well…'
…
Hermione didn't even have to wake the two up. They were already awake—seemed like everyone's exited today – and busted into the living room with huge grins plastered onto their faces. They held out a weird-looking contraption that resembled a seashell with buttons. Fred cleared his throat to make his grand introduction.
"This is the Aping Seashell Version 1.0, it's an awesome—I repeat, AWESOME – invention James and I came up with a few nights ago and just finished 87 seconds ago." He stated proudly, looking at the hoard of kids getting ready and/or lounging around in the living room.
"Just get to the point, I need some quiet time." A beautiful girl with shiny and long red hair interrupted him. Her sister, also gorgeous, nodded at her statement as she held her compact mirror onto her face. Albus remained quiet and just observed his amusing family.
"Bloody hell, Veelas, don't ruin the mood!" James stated irritably. Victoire and Dominique were only one-eight Veena but the beauty-gene was still in them. Even their brother, little Louis (still playing video games), was good-looking himself.
"Patience is a virtue." Fred nodded at the girls, who just ignored them and went back to preparing themselves for the outside world. They didn't really need to buy anything for school but they loved to shop, any opportunity to do so was Golden.
"So… what does it do?" Hugo asked as he sat on the floor, pushing the two back to their bragging mode (much to everyone else's chagrin). They made their business smiles again and held the contraption up.
"The Aping Seashell Version 1.0 is an awesome tool that allows you to speak with another person's voice." Fred stated. "Let me demonstrate."
Fred held the thing down to Hugo's level and clicked the red button. "Speak. Anything, even just a syllable would do."
"Hello." Hugo stated lamely. They smirked before Fred let go of the red button and held the contraption back to their level. He then pressed the blue button and started speaking with an evil grin on his face,
"Hello. My name is Hugo and I'm so lame."
Everyone didn't speak for a moment, staring at them like they were still absorbing that it was Fred who spoke.
He sounded exactly like Hugo!
James surveyed for his cousin's –and his brother's – reactions, and he laughed out loud. The faces just lasted for a second, but they were still golden.
"HAHAHAHA— Your expressions—! PRICELESS! HAHAHAHA! Did you get that, Fred?" He asked and then looked at his equally amused partner in crime. There was a reason why they made announcements and pranks only on certain places.
"Of course, I did. We just had ourselves additional clips for our collection of blackmail materials." He whispered back. They hid nice little untraceable cameras in the living room, the kitchen, and at the Gryffindor common room. Anyone would be shocked if they get a glimpse of their… stock.
"AWESOME!" Hugo finally shouted in amazement. Everyone ignored how many times the word was used.
"Told you so."
"… I could pretend to be someone else over the phone…" Dominique thought out loud. Everyone gaped at her sly expression. She blinked at the realization that everyone was looking at her.
"What?" She asked in feign innocence.
"That's 15 sickles per one minute use, Madam. Want to be our first costumer?" Fred asked in a business-like manner. Dominique grinned, and Roxanne (Fred's fraternal twin sister) seemed to have remembered something, too.
"I'll be the second."
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Hermione decided to wake her daughter up by herself since the criminals were too busy making money downstairs.
She opened the door to see the peacefully sleeping Lily on Rose's bed while Rose is… on the floor. She stifled a laugh at a certain memory:
Hermione was in a deep slumber that night, many years ago, when she was woken up by some sort of pressure on her face.
She lethargically opened her eyes to see that it was her 2-year-old daughter's petite feet. She sighed unsurprised, and moved Rose into a better position in their larger-than-life bed. What could she say? They needed a huge bed if they were going to sleep together. Otherwise they would all be kicked out of bed.
After positioning her family (she found Ron's feet outside the bed) into a more comfortable position, she laid back down to sleep…
…only to be woken up again.
But this time it was a loud thud that pulled her out of her slumber. She sat up immediately to find that her husband was no longer in the bed. And judging by her daughter's position, she deduced that Rose kicked Ron to occupy his space.
She smiled as she felt her daughter embrace her. She was sleep-talking again.
"Nighty night, Mum…"
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Hermione watched her daughter sleep for a few more minutes until she realized that she had to wake her up. "Wake up Rose." She said as she shook her daughter on the floor. The girl stirred only by a bit.
"Rose." She repeated, only to be ignored.
"We'll be leaving for Diagon alley… Are you sure you don't want to buy those books?"
With that statement Rose opened her eyes and swiftly sat up. Hermione smiled, thanking God for her excitement.
Rose ran to the bathroom to get ready and Hermione didn't bother waking Lily up. She didn't need to come to Diagon, anyway and mused it was better to have her rest.
Then, several minutes later, she heard footsteps come up simultaneously. That meant the rest of the family had just finished eating and was then about to brush their teeth.
"Rose. Everyone's almost ready." She said, knocking on the bathroom door. "Get down as soon as you can and get your breakfast!"
Yes, it was very important to eat breakfast.
But it was particularly important for Rose not to skip.
This was because Rose had a tendency to become… idiotically like her father when she's hungry.
No, she corrected herself
She becomes worse.
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Rose got ready in a flash. Not literally, but was very fast indeed.
She saw that her family's already gathered on the fireplace, so she hastened her pace and grabbed a sandwich off the table. She got a few 'Good Mornings' and she just smiled at them.
"Here we go!" Arthur yelled as initiated the transportation. A small sound of puffing was heard just before their vision turned green and illuminated. There was a gurgling in her stomach then, partly because of the changes in pressure, but mostly because she was hungry.
She could almost feel majority of the blood on her brain go down to calm her stomach. As if it had something to digest.
But her brain wasn't really working anymore so even that simple thought flew out the chimney, as well.
Too soon, the magical mixture of illuminated green contrasted against the blackness of the void cleared, giving way to a less magical sight: An alley.
It was an unfamiliar place, and she inhaled at the wrong time. "*cough*Where am I—*cough*"
She covered her mouth and nose with the handkerchief safely tugged inside her robe. She breathed through it for a few seconds, before the dust cloud cleared further and realized that she was right: It was an unfamiliar part of the Diagon alley.
There was no one with her, as the utter silence surrounding her obviously meant, and realizing her hand was only holding the textile… she realized her sandwich, too, was nowhere to be found.
Her eyes twitched at the realization. And she cursed.
She was too hungry for this.
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Hermoine trudged through the gray stone pathways with a frown. There were very few people around, and there were certainly no food stores anywhere near the place she was standing on. Nor did she have the money.
She passed through different shops that lined the streets, passed the intricately designed lampposts, and even stared at the bricks she was stepping on as she walked.
It was so weird, how everything suddenly appeared like food that she could eat.
Suddenly, she pitied all those couples in some sappy romance book she was forced to read by the twins. Forbidden love was surely as sad thing.
"OW!" someone shouted, pulling her out of her pitiful almost-brainless reverie. She looked down and finally felt something under her foot.
She didn't react on time, though, effectively earning herself a growl, "Watch it, Ginger!"
She followed the peach colored mass from under her feet to some several inches away from where she stood. It was a boy, who seemed to be bending down for some reason.
But her brain, partnered with her stomach, pretty much ignored everything—his words, his incensed expression, or even that he's a person. All she saw was his shiny blonde hair.
'I seem to have stepped on a banana …'
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END OF CHAPTER I
COMING SOON:
CHAPTER II: Rose Officially Becomes a Monkey
According to that very disagreeable blonde boy, anyway
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Thank you for reading!
Please pause and do tell me what you think of the slightly revamped pilot chapter. :D
