Little disclaimer before we start, I do not own any of the harry potter characters (one wishes she did) or the Mamma mia musical. Just to celebrate the news of the sequal coming out in 2018 I thought I would see what it be like to put some Hazza P characters in that situation ish. This is very very basic story. Like daughter doesn't know who dad is so invites 3. All turn up drama. Bar that its kinda my story with the same abba songs (ish) but still just in case. Nothing belongs to me, this is for fun! Enjoy!

Rose Jean had never known her father. That was a fact. Plan and simple. Rose Jean didn't really mind that because she had a mother who was three times as good and worked six times as hard as any old man would, was also a fact. Rose's mother, Hermione Jean (formally known as Hermione Granger to most) was the brightest witch of her age; that was until she disappeared without a trace the summer after she graduated Hogwarts. Rose knew that was because she had her, and also because she wanted nothing to do with Rose's father. The man was nothing but a generic picture in her head. He always had been. Whenever she had tried to talk to her mother about him, all her mother said was that they were summer sweethearts but when the autumn came he left her side. Well before he knew she was carrying the best thing to happen to her. Rose. So Rose stopped asking questions. She knew she'd get the same answer.

Now her mother hadn't forgotten magic or that side of her life, in fact Rose had grown up surrounded by magic with two of her mother's best friends both being witches, Roses two best friends being witches (whom she had met at Hogwarts just like her mother had met her best friends), and Roses fiancé was a Wizard. Which was why at 22 Rose finally felt like she should learn who her father was. Or at least have him walk her down the aisle at her wedding.

Which leads us to the catalyst to our little tale.

Rose from the moment she graduated helped her mother out at her hotel. Hermione had made sure to do well for herself, with her new-ish name, she had started up a hotel that served both Wizard and Muggle alike. The first of its kind in fact. Something only someone with Hermione's brain could think up. Because of her brain child Rose and she had a permanent home in both worlds, seeing as they lived out of one of the top floor suits. It was on a particularly busy day, when Hermione had decided to revamp their home as well as manage the hotel when she had asked Rose to move some of her boxes up into their storage room so she could change her bedroom that Rose came across the small blue book.

Curiously, and her Gryffindor ways of diving straight in without really thinking of the consequences, Rose had read it. Finding it to be a diary her mother kept during her 7th year and school and the summer that followed, something she had been told would be good for her health after the war. Something to let the thoughts out. This book had also been eye opening for Rose. Where before she only had a made up person in her mind as her Father, this book gave her a name. 3 names in fact. 3 names that stuck with her until she knew what to do with them.

3 months before her wedding, Rose Jean did something she didn't know would change her and her mother's lives forever. But it did. It was almost midnight when she made her mind up, grabbing some parchment and her quill she sat down at her desk, singing the lullaby her grandma had sung to her as a baby for comfort.

"I have a dream, A song to sing.
To help me cope, with anything.
If you see the wonder, of a fairytale.
You can see the future…"

Her singing stopped as she sealed the last envelope up. "Even if you fail." She whispered, before she collected them all up. Quietly she tip toed out of her room. Her wedding was to be held at her mother's hotel, and on her mother's insistence Rose was staying there to see over preparations, with everyone coming a week before the actual day. Rose got a strong sense of déjà vu as she crept from her room. Having done it many times to see Teddy before they told their parents they were seeing each other, or to simply hang out with Haley and Sophia (her two partners in crime).

She reached the hotels owlary without a bother, and kissed each of the envelopes for good luck before she fastened them each to individual birds.

"Harry Potter," she whispered as she watched the white owl holding his letter fly off.

"Fred Weasley," the brown barn owl took off into the night sky.

"And Draco Malfoy," the ink black owl nibbled her finger affectionately before taking off too. Leaving Rose alone and hoping she had done the right thing.

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