Rose Weasley woke up in her Cousin Lily's room. It was almost like hers, except the dream catchers on her walls weren't there. She gathered herself up and put some clothes on. She walked out the door and looked into Albus Potter's room; he was already wide awake and downstairs. Rose knew James would still be sleeping, like her. She walked into his room and grabbed his blanket, which was bundled around him. She tugged on it hard and sent James spinning.

"What was that for?" He said with a playful smile.

"Your mum has breakfast cooking, I can smell it." Rose crossed her arms and smiled back. James shot up from his bed and grabbed the t-shirt hanging from his closet door. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants that were lying on the ground.

"Why are you always the one waking me up? I really don't like you seeing me in my underwear." He asked walking out behind Rose.

"Because Albus hates doing it, he's afraid you're going to yell at him."

"I won-"

Rose pursed her lips, "Yes, you will."

Both Rose and James raced down the stairs and almost fell into the big dinner table. Mrs. Potter, or Ginny Potter as she likes to go by more, looked at them both with a motherly look of disgust, "Hey, I don't want to have to rush to the hospital just because you two decided to race down a hallway to get to pancakes and eggs."

James laughed, "But it'd be really funny!"

Ginny was not impressed; she rolled her eyes and continued setting the table, "Will one of you go get Harry? I am almost finished with setting the table."

James looked at Rose and they smirked back at each other, in unison they said, "I'LL DO IT!"

"NO I WILL!" James shouted.

"I've got it mum." Albus started walking towards the stairs that led to their basement where Harry Potter was always to be found.

"Thank you, dear."

Albus walked down only three steps and yelled, "DAD IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!"

Mr. Potter came walking up the stairs hold The Daily Prophet in one of his and in the other was his wand, "Ooh, what are we having?" He asked Albus who stood next to him. Albus did not reply; he simply walked to the table and sat next to Rose.

She looked confused; Harry and Albus have always had a good relationship, "What's going on between you and Uncle Harry?"

"Last night I pierced my lip, obviously," Rose did not notice the small ring on the boys' lip, "He tried to rip it out, but I ran away to Malfoy Manor."

Rose's eyes widened, "You went to Malfoy Manor?"

"Yeah, they said I could stay as long as I left before ten because Lucius and Narcissa would be there. "

Rose grabbed the plate full of pancakes and put a few on her plate. She didn't bring up the Malfoy's the rest of the breakfast, but someone else did, and Albus didn't enjoy it.

"Where did you go last night, Albus?" Ginny Potter asked from across the table.

"You know… a place." Albus said returning to his breakfast.

Ginny looked up from her cup of coffee, "I would like to know the place, so I can thank whoever owned the home for taking you in."

"You don't have to thank them." Albus said confidently.

"Oh, I don't? Why not?"

Albus Severus Potter was one to lie, he did not like people knowing him, who he was, or why he was doing what he was doing. He was a true Slytherin. He complained to Rose that year that he was upset there was no hat stall for him to choose. The hat barely touched his head and he was put into Slytherin, just like his best friend Scorpius Malfoy. He looked at lot like his father, but without glasses, Lily and James are the one with those. She wears contacts. His eyes are a sparkling green like his fathers and his hair is the same black colour. He's complained about hating it, because everyone thinks he's some magic child.

"Because I didn't stay anywhere last night." Albus replied Rose knew he was going to lie; she was used to keeping his secrets.

"That's not true, you went to Malfoy's!" James spouted on purpose.

"No, who told you that?" Albus asked confused, "I ran away to the city and slept on a bench, idiot."

"NO NAME CALLING!" Ginny yelled, "Now, drop it, I don't know which one of you is right, so we're not going to talk about it. Let go, it's not a big deal."

James and Albus relaxed in their seats, "He's still lying-"

"I SAID DROP IT!"

Rose finished her second pancake and placed her plate in the kitchen sink, which was already washing James and Albus' plate. She heard the door open, and Lily Potter came bustling through the door, with Hugo Weasley behind her.

"HELLO POTTER FAMILY," Hugo shouted with joy, "And sis."

Rose walked toward the stairs ignoring her little brother's comment. She watched as Hugo and Lily went to the table grabbing the last pancakes and eggs that were left. She made her way to Albus' room.

"Just because mum and dad don't know about your stupid adventure last night, clear to the Malfoy Manor, doesn't mean I don't!" James said with anger.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Albus replied.

"Oh shut up, Albus, I watch you run that way."

"James, I was taking a different route to the city, I thought it'd be nice to switch it up. "

James looked at the lip ring on his brother's face, "Just because you're a Slytherin doesn't mean you're going to get away with everything."

Albus squinted harshly at his brother, but did not reply, he walked on towards the bathroom, holding his clothes in hand. Rose watched as James walked away to his room. He slammed the door loudly; he didn't come out for a long time.

James was always upset with his brother because not because he was Slytherin, but because his best friend was his brother's worst enemy. Albus got most of the fame for being Harry's son. James was the jealous type anyway, he was jealous when Albus was born and when Lily was born because he was getting less of his parents attention he felt. He was nice though if you got to know him, usually if he really likes you, he'll prank you hard. His hair is sort of a mixture between his parents, an auburn colour sweeps across his forehead. His eyes were hazel like his namesake's and whenever he chose to, he'd wear his square glasses, he was almost blind without them, but he hated them.

Rose grabbed her pajamas and headed out of the Potter's house. I don't want to be in the middle of that. She thought to herself as she started towards her grandma's house. It would take her a long time, but she liked to take that long walk alone, as her animagus, a doe. She started running and instantly turned into a doe with speckles on her back. The only way you could tell it was her, by the scar on her stomach; in probably the smallest lightning bolt she had even seen, smaller than her uncle's.

Rose Weasley was a smart girl, a brave girl, a funny girl, and a sneaky girl. She hated it though, because she was always getting told she had to be smart, she had to be this and that, she just liked to be her. The only person that she knew of that understood was her Cousin Teddy and Victoire. Both were always being told they had to be something. Teddy for instance was always told he had to be good at Transfiguration because he is a Metamorphagus, but actually he's quite excellent in defence against the dark arts. Then Victoire was always told she had to be beautiful, she had to stay in tip top shape. Of course she was fine with it, but she hated that everyone was always hounding her because sometime she likes to let go. Rose was always being told she had to get straight O's and she had to be the smart one and she had to watch over Hugo. She always watched out for him, but she didn't like being the one with all the responsibility.

Her hair is a flaming is bright red, a combination of her parents' hair. She was average height and lean. Like the rest of her girl cousins' she was beautiful. She never embraced it, though. Rose had her issues, especially one she could never get over. Someone had tried to kill her as a baby, just like her Uncle Harry. No one knows who it was though; they're still trying to figure out who, she doesn't care though. She was saved by Harry's friend, Rolf Scamander. Luna Scamander always told Rose he cared for her because he was her godfather. She felt she was in eternal gratitude to the Scamanders, that's why Lorcan and Lysander were her very best friends.

Rose lied down in the tall grass. The long, skinny legs of her doe body had given up on all the running she had done, she was about halfway to her grandmothers. She fell to the ground breathing heavily, in her falling; she turned back to her human form. She looked up at the sky and started to point out a few of the shapes in the clouds. That one looks like a ship! Ooh, that one is a bunny! She thought to herself. She liked to do this whenever she got tired, even if she was lying in the middle of the road. She never cared that she potentially get hit by a car.