A/N: I had deleted this story but now it's back up. I had put up the message that I deleted it so that those who read my story would know it would be back, never fear.

Hugo's owl's name is a storm god. :D By the way, I own nothing.

Review if you'd like, or if you'd like to fix my grammar or whatnot!

On to the story!

Chapter 1

"Mum! Have you seen my trunk?"

"Have you checked your closet?"

"Oh, FOUND IT! Hey, Rose took my favorite quill!"

"No I didn't! You put it in my drawer!"

"Kids, stop fighting! Hugo, hurry it up! We'll need to leave soon if you want to catch the train for school."

The Weasley household was hectic with activity, as it usually was on the first of September. It was Hugo Weasley's last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and like any wizard, he hadn't packed the night before. Hermione Weasley stood at the foot of the stairs, an exasperated look on her face as she turned to her husband, who was at the moment sitting in his recliner reading the Daily Prophet. "A little help, Ronald?"

Ron knew that when his wife used his full name, she meant business. He hopped out of his position on the chair and stretched, then walked over to the bushy-haired woman. "Don't worry, love. You go get the car, Rose and I will help Hugo finish packing." She smiled gratefully and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, Ron. I love you," she sighed. And with that left to let Ron deal with their unorganized offspring. He went up the stairs quickly, first encountering Rose, whose face was frustrated.

"You can't make him listen to anything! Please tell me why I'm supposed to see the little squirt off? I wanted to head into Diagon Alley today and see about a job." Rose swung her red hair off of her shoulder as she awaited her father's answer.

"Well, sweetie, it's his last year. It's a big thing for him. And it won't take long; you can go to town after we're all finished. Besides," he added, seeing the look of irritation still on his daughter's face, "he's your only brother. Do it for him."

"Fine. But I'm not helping him pack. I'll go help Mum." And with that she brushed past her father and down the stairs.

Shaking his head, Ron moved on to the door at the end of the hall and found his son, scrambling to get everything together. There were books falling off of the bookshelf, and clothes in piles all over the floor; Hugo, at the moment, had his head underneath his bed, throwing parchment and quills behind him. "Hugo, what in Merlin's name are you doing under there?" He heard a bang and a muffled curse, and his son's head appeared.

"I'm almost ready, Dad, I just have to get this book out from under here, and put my clothes in the trunk."

Ron sighed, and said, "What is the book called, son?"

"Um, it's that Flying with the Cannons book you gave me for my birthday, remember?"

Ron pulled out his wand and mumbled "Accio Cannons book!" The orange book in question flew right into his hand, and he said "Anything else?" Hugo jumped up from the floor and threw his books and robes into his trunk, closed it, and smiled in relief.

He walked over to his father, and took the offered book. "Thanks, Dad. We should get going before Mum has a heart attack." For Hermione Weasley, at the moment even more impatient than her husband (if that was even possible), had honked the horn at them to hurry it up.

8

Platform nine and three quarters was, as usual, packed and noisy. Apprentice witches and wizards hurried around, loading luggage into compartments on the scarlet Hogwarts Express, kissing mothers and fathers goodbye, laughing with siblings and catching up with friends. Owls hooted, cats meowed, toads croaked; bangs and smoke were visible in a circle of friends as Fred Weasley handed his father's latest products to the newest group of Hogwarts troublemakers. In the midst of it all, Hugo was saying goodbye to his mother and father. Hermione was crying; her last child was going off to his last year at school. Soon he would be off playing quidditch for a national league, or finding cures for curses in St. Mungo's.

"Mum, don't cry, for Merlin's sake." Rose rolled her eyes and gave her brother a half-hearted hug.

"Watch your mouth, young lady," Hermione sobbed as she received a hug and peck as well. "Take care, study hard, get O's on everything, and be a strict but helpful Head Boy. I'll write you every day, sweetie." She was forcibly pulled away by Ron, who held her by the shoulders firmly.

"I love you, Mum. And you, too, Dad. I'll send Aeolus with a letter for both of you as soon as I get to Hogwarts, I promise." Hugo looked at his sister and gave a grin. "I love you, sis. Wish me luck, won't you?"

Rose smiled back and punched him on the arm. "Don't get in as much trouble as I did in my last year, Hugo. But don't be like Uncle Percy either. I'll see you at Christmas."

Ron and Hermione watched as their youngest joined the rest of the Weasley grandchildren still at Hogwarts and Hermione gave another sniffle as he boarded the train. Rose, however, impatiently tapped her foot until her father glared her way. Shrugging her shoulders, Rose said, "I'm going to head over to Diagon Alley now. I'll see you at home." And without another word, she spun on the spot and disappeared.

8

When she arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Rose headed straight for the bar. "Hey, Seamus. Could I have a butterbeer, please?"

Seamus Finnigan, the new owner of the famous pub, grinned at her as he handed over the bottle. "How is the family, Rose?"

"The usual. Loud, obnoxious, too famous for their own good." She took a sip of the cool drink and went to sit down.

"A bit strong of a drink for this early in the day, isn't it?" a cool, yet charming voice teased from behind her. She turned to glare at the handsome Malfoy, who was, of course, smirking with humor. "Did you miss me?"

"Not by much. But at this close range, my aim is bound to improve."

His lips twitched again. "What's the matter? Going to the crowded platform not as fun as you'd hoped? You should have stayed with me last night. I would have made it worth your while." His eyebrows waggled at this, and finally Rose laughed.

"Okay, Casanova, you got me to smile. Happy?"

"Almost." He leaned in and kissed her while grabbing the drink out of her hand and placing it on the bar. She pulled away and quirked her eyebrow in question. "I didn't want you to spill it everywhere after you had become dazed by my kissing prowess."

Rolling her eyes she said, "You are absurd, Scorpius. And that was only one time. I don't understand why you insist upon bringing it up at every opportunity."

"It builds my ego. We men need that all the time. Didn't you know?" He picked up the coins she had set by her drink and placed them in her hand while pulling out gold of his own and placing it on the counter. Scorpius nodded at Seamus and grabbed Rose's hand. "You ready to do some shopping, love?"

"Shopping? Whoever said we'd be shopping? I don't know about you, dear, but I would like to get lost in Flourish and Blotts for a few hours. I'd rather not go home right now." They started walking towards the back, where the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley was located.

"Flourish and Blotts? You want to get books? Whatever for?" The incredulous look on the usually calm face was comical. Rose couldn't stifle a giggle.

"I told my parents I was going to see about a job, and I'm sure they think it might take a while. Plus, I'm sick of reading the same old thing. I need something new." He still looked stressed, so she added, "You don't have to stay with me. Just leave me there and come back in a few hours. We'll have lunch, okay?"

"I was planning on spending the day with you, Rose. What am I supposed to do?" He lifted his wand and tapped the brick that would allow them into the magical alley.

She rolled her eyes as they strolled down the lane. "I'm sure you'll figure something out, Scorpius." She let go of his hand as she made her way to the bookshop. "Meet me here in three hours, okay? I'll probably be upstairs reading something."

"Yeah, okay. Hey." He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her once more. "I love you, Rose."

"Love you, too. See you later."

8

Rose's birthday was in a week, and he wanted to make it one she would never forget. Coming up with the idea was easy; finding the perfect gift that would make it complete was the hard part. He had been searching all summer; he'd even asked his mother if she had anything, all to no avail. He had been walking around Diagon Alley for an hour, stopping at each store that had anything to do with what he was looking for. Finding none, he finally decided to go into the Muggle world and find a shop there. He stopped by Gringotts to convert some money, then headed back to the Leaky Cauldron.

The Muggle world was a lot different from Diagon Alley; people were walking to and fro, hailing cabs, rushing to the Underground, trying not to be late for work. Scorpius walked with the crowd, window shopping here and there. He paused in front of a promising looking store, and then glanced around before he hurried in, lest a witch or wizard see him and report back to his father.

"Ah, good morning to you sir! How may we be of service?" People could always smell money. And it wasn't as if Scorpius weren't dressed the part; once he had become of age he had received his share of the Malfoy fortune. The clerk smiled widely and beckoned him closer, towards the treasures. "What can I do for you, my good man?"

"I'm, er, looking for a ring for my girlfriend."

"Ah! An engagement ring! Well, you have come to the right place, I can assure you!" He then proceeded to show every diamond ring known to man, and became more and more excited each time Scorpius turned them down.

Finally, after hundreds of diamonds, Scorpius said "Do you have anything in a color other than white? I don't want to give her the traditional diamond ring; she deserves more than what everyone else has."

"Ah, yes! We have just the thing." He hurried over to another case, pulled out a selection, and carted them over to Scorpius for his perusal. After another hour of searching, the ring had finally caught his eye. He picked up the white gold band and examined the sapphire that was set in the middle. It was a perfect stone, surrounded by tiny diamonds on both sides. It was a simple ring as well, nothing to flashy. Rose would love it.

A/N: So there it is. Hopefully it will be better than the original.