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The sun was about to move high on the blue sky. The sun was throwing its already hot rays on its surroundings. It was the last week of the summer holidays. In a week, they would all be back at Hogwarts again. That was a thing Rose Weasley defiantly looked forward to. Rose had always thought this particular holiday was way too long, but this year, her feelings about the holiday were mixed. On one hand she wished to get the holiday over with as quickly as possible, so that she could set foot at Hogwarts again. On the other hand she wished for the holiday to go on a little slower that normally. Because as soon as she would be setting foot a Hogwarts again, it would be a reality that it was her 7th and last year at Hogwarts. That was a reality Rose wasn't very pleased about. She didn't like the thought of ever leaving Hogwarts. The school was her second home. She was scared of leaving the save walls at Hogwarts, and go out in the wizarding world on her own. She was only 16 – almost 17 – she couldn't even walk around Hogwarts without getting in trouble from time to time. She was still a teenager with deficiencies. In the real world, there would be no teachers who would go easy on her.

Rose refused to let those thoughts ruin the last of her summer break, and the remaining time at Hogwarts. She would have enough time to worry about life in her next summer break.

"Rooose? What time is it?" a mumbling voice sounded a place near Roses right side. Yes, the sun was out, but Rose was still in bed. She wasn't sleeping, nor hat she slept the last hour and a half. But she hadn't been able to gather herself, and leave her comforting and warm bed. The person who was laying in another bed, at little to her right, was Lily Luna Potter. Only daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter. One of Roses many cousins, and one of her very best friends. The only thing Rose could see of Lily was a big mob of red hair. Her head was buried in her pillow, and the rest of her body under the covers. The red mane of hair was the only thing that made Rose notice her. Rose knew Lily very well, which probably was the only explanation for the fact, that Rose actually understood what she was saying. Because really, the words came out as; "Roooseeem? Whammm timm is immm?" because her head was buried deep in the pillow. Rose gave a dramatic sigh, while a smile spread on her lips.
"Oh, I don't know, Lils," was all she said in a indifferent tone, while turning her head and looking at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed. 10.14 am.
"Roooose," complained Lily, still head buried in the pillow. "You know, Lils… you could look at your own watch," said Rose in a teasing tone. Lily did also have at watch on her nightstand on the right side of her own bed. So actually, it wouldn't take much of Lily to just look at the time herself. Lily sighed over dramatically, raised her head a couple of centimeters and looked at the watch. That little movement seemed to take a lot of effort. Lilys head feel down on the pillow again, while a tired grunt escaped her lips.
"You didn't think it was time to get moving, Lils?" asked Rose, who had now left her bed. Lily grunted again, and pulled the covers over her head. Lily was defiantly not a morning person.

Rose wasn't at home. No, she was at Ottery St. Catchpole. The Burrow, to be precise. She was there with the rest of the Potter/Weasley clan. That was a lot of people under the same roof, but that was the way it had always been. They all spend about two weeks of the summer holiday with each other, and this holiday was no exception. Rose loved spending time with her cousins and the rest of her family. She loved the stories her parents and her uncle, Harry Potter, would tell when they were together. She loved the way they talked to one another. It reminded her an awful lot of her own situation. Her, Albus (one of Harry and Ginnys sons,) and Lils. Although at times, it could get a little troubling. So many relatives under one roof could only create trouble at times. Most of them were teenagers with big personalities, and even though they loved each other, things like bathroom time could easily get them to turn on each other.

Now that Rose had left her bed, she noticed the gentle murmur from downstairs. Most of the family must be up now. Lily was usually the last person to get up. Rose took some clothe out of her dresser, and walked out to the girls bathroom to get dressed. The weather was hot today, so she took on some dark cowboy shorts, and a red top which went well with her auburn hair and chocolate brown eyes. Rose splashed some water in her face, and combed her hair, which was wavy. No doubt she looked more like her mother than her father. It was a bit unusual for a Weasley to not have completely red hair, but her mother's gens must have been strong, because Roses hair was defiantly more brown than red. Rose coated her lashes with a little mascara, before walking downstairs.

"Finally!" came it from Albus, as soon Rose set foot in the kitchen. His green eyes were watching her reproachful, because she had decided to get up so late. The young dark haired wizard who looked amazingly liked his father, moved from the chair at the kitchen table. As soon as Albus was standing up, Roses eyes feel on the piece of parchment in his hand. Albus walked over to Rose, and laid the arm which was holding the parchment, around her shoulder. He held out in front of her with a knowing glimpse in his eyes and a tiny hint of a smile on his lips. A hint only Rose could see, because she knew him so well.
"We've got ourselves an invitation, dear cousin," he said, still holding the parchment in front of her, as an invitation for her to take it and start reading. Rose raised her eyebrow in an inquisitive facial expression. She hoped that her face would get Albus to explain the parchment without her reading it, but no words came from him. Instead, Rose looked around the kitchen. Her parents, Harry and Ginny Potter, Roxanne Weasley (another cousin, and also one of her best friends,) Hugo Weasley (Roses 15 year old little brother,) Frederick Weasley (yet another cousin, son of George Weasley,) and Arthur Weasley was standing in the kitchen. Some of them pretended to have a conversation, but it was clear that they all were waiting for Roses reaction on the invitation in Albus' hand.
"Albus Severus Potter! Drop that smirk from your face," said Ginny harshly. Albus' smile had grown from a hint, to a full out smirk form watching Roses confused face. Rose sighed, took the parchment form Albus, and started reading.

Dear Potter/Weasley family (There would simply be too many names to write, and frankly, I don't know all of your offspring's names.)

As you may know, was Lucius Malfoy taken from us on the 23th of August. The cause, was as mentioned in the Daily Prophet, a normal case of aging. Nevertheless, is his death still a chock to all of us, and we are all in deep sorrow. Lucius Malfoy was a great wizard. A brave wizard. He fought for what he thought was right. He knew his values, and he stood by his meanings. Lucius Malfoy didn't hide his despise for Muggles and Blood traitors. For that, you may wonder why you have gotten this invitation. Because an invitation it sure is. Shortly before Lucius was taken from us, he wanted to have a conversation with me. He told me about his regrets over the years. About me, not making those same mistakes. I wouldn't go as far as saying that Lucius suddenly committed his love for you all, because that would be a lie. But he saw his mistakes clearly. When I chose to work for the Ministry as an auror, he thought I had gone mental. But as time passed, he saw things more clearly. He saw what I did with my life. What I had accomplished over the years, because I stood up for my own values. That was a miracle in it selves. Lucius left this world as a better man. I have never been happy about the names Potter, Weasley or Granger myself, but we are colleagues, and I respect you. That's all. For that reason, I have decided to invite you to my father's funeral on the 28th of August. After all, you are great wizards. Known and honored. All full-blooded or halfblooded (except you Hermione, but that can be forgotten from time to time.) I expect to see you and all of your offspring, which is also invited.

Draco Malfoy

Rose blinked a couple of times, for her to get the words to sink in after reading the invitation. After that, she looked up at Albus. Outraged.
"How dare he expect us to show up? It will be chaos. We despise them. Hell, they despise us. An invitation to a funeral? What… does he expect us to pretend that we are sorry for their loss? They are horrible people. Scorpius must be in a mourning period as well, and surely, surely he doesn't want us there to rub some salt in the wound!" Rose was more outraged by Mr. Malfoy inviting them than she would have ever expected. Of course, she would never think that Mr. Malfoy inviting them would be something she had to think about.
"That's what I said. Just with a little more cursing," said Albus, clearly supporting Rose, which just earned him another harsh look from his parents. Rose looked over at her own parents for support. Only their faces made her drop her jaw. "You… you don't really think about going. Do you?" she asked. Hermione gave her daughter a warning look.
"It's not up for discussion, Rose. Lucius Malfoy wasn't a man we liked in any way, but we respect Draco and if he wants us there, then we show up. He is our colleague. We owe him and his family our respect," said Hermione in a strict tone. At Hermiones left side, Ron looked a little unsure. It was clear; he didn't share the same noble opinion about the subject as Hermione. He just went along with his wife, and Harry and Ginny, who also shared the same opinion as Hermione.
"Fine! But don't expect me to show up," said Rose, and threw the invitation on the table. "As said, it isn't up for discussion. We all go," finished Hermione firmly. Rose placed her hands on her hips with an angry expression. "But it isn't what they want! There is none of them who wishes to have us,-" Rose gestured to herself and Albus (Lily would have been in that gesture as well, if she would have moved her ass downstairs by now.)
"-walking around that funeral. Scorpius sure as hell doesn't want us there! He hates us!" Rose carried on. She gave her father a pleading look.
"Dad, please let me stay home. It's bad enough that I have to see Scorpius every day for a whole year, but please, please don't make me see him as much as one day before school starts," she pleaded. Ron looked like he wished he could give in, and let her daughter stay at home, but Hermione gave him a killing look.
"I'm sorry, Rosie. But it isn't up for discussion. We will all go," he finished, looking firmly at his daughter, but with a sad expression in his eyes. He didn't want to go either. "Brilliant! Let's make a trip out of it!" Rose hissed, and stormed out of the kitchen.

A/N: So, thank you for reading this very first chapter. First, I would like to apoligize for any mistakes or simply just bad english. I'm danish, but I hope my english is quit alright (;

I guess I have started this story very straight on. I will go into detail about the relationships between the mentioned characters (and many more,) later on. The same with how I picture the characters. There really isn't much description in this chapter but I just didn't like to start off with long descriptions about characters and appearance.

I can't really figure out whether the whole Draco inviting the Potter/Weasley clan to the funeral is believable, but it was an idea which came to me, and I had to start somewhere. I hope you guys will be open about it.

I hope to update more soon. (If just one person like this, I definatly will.)

And please review!

- Burst Into Colors.