"Daddy daddy!" Rose screamed as she ran through the open door from outside, tears running down her face.

Ron frowned slightly and picked up his four year old daughter examining her for scrapes and bruises. There was a large cut along her knee and he raised an eyebrow.

"What'd you do little flower?" He asked using the nickname he'd given her since the day she was born.

Rose sniffled slightly and wiped at her nose as her father carried her into the kitchen and sat her on the counter.

It was a hot summer day and the little girl had wandered off on her own earlier that morning. Dressed in shorts, a shirt, and her bare feet she wasn't ready for running down the sidewalks and playing on the swing set.

"I w-was swinging on my t-tire swing." The little red head said between sobs. "And I fell off!" She cried and pointed to her knee which was bleeding but not too badly.

Ron nodded slightly with understanding. "We'll don't worry Rosie we'll fix that right up." He said before he began rummaging in the cupboards for band aids.

Hermione approved of the muggle way much more than potions and spells when it came to healing her children.

Rose sniffled softly and wiped at her nose. "But it hurts Daddy!"

Ron gave her a sympathetic smile as he started to clean the cut. "We'll sweetie you've got to be a little more careful when playing." He told her before placing the bandage on her knee.

He wiped away her years and pressed a gentle kiss to his daughter's forehead. "Don't cry, no one likes a wilted flower."

Rose lay on her bed crying, head buried in her pillow as she tore up a picture of her and her ex boyfriend together.

Her dad knocked on her door before entering, not bothering to wait for Rose's approval. "Hey little flower," he said using his old nickname for her, " how you holding up?" He asked knowing it was a pointless question.

Rose had recently dated Neville's son who was a year older than her for the past three months. She'd been an ignorant 15 year old and had expected it to last just like everyone was with their first boyfriend.

"N-no, not really." She mumbled into her pillow as she let the photo scraps fall through her fingers and drift to the floor. "I just can't believe he cheated in me."

Ron crossed the room and sat at the edge of her bed, reaching over and patting his daughter on the back.

"He wasn't worth it anyway." He told her. "Don't worry you'll find someone better."

Rose say up, eyes red and matching hair disheveled. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she looked to her father for guidance. "Daddy, how do you know? What if I'm destined to be alone forever?"

Ron gave her a half smile and wiped one of her tears away. "Well don't be so hung up over him. No one likes a wilted flower."

Rose frowned as she walked over to her crying toddler. She was hers and Scorpius' daughter. Her dad hadn't approved at first but when he beat Scorpius at chess it sealed the deal.

"Petunia what's wrong?" Rose asked as she picked up her daughter.

Harry hadn't exactly been thrilled when he found out his niece named her first daughter Petunia. Rose and Scorpius both agreed that it would be a fitting name and that their little Petunia would bring a good reputation to the name. Also they found it fitting for their daughter to have the name of a flower. Eventually Harry warmed up to the name and was a great granduncle.

Petunia sniffled slightly and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "I hit my head." She wailed. "And it hurts really bad!"

Rose tried not to laugh at the adorable sound of her little girl's voice since she was in fact hurt. "Don't worry, we'll get you an ice pack. Stop crying no one likes a wilted flower." She said using the words her father told her.