Author's note:

I've been working on this for a while. I'm actually really happy with it. Please review. I have two more chapters ready so review and you get what you want.

I don't own anything but the plot and that whole shebang. Most of the story will be in Rose's POV. Prepare for action, romance, heart break, murder, and mystery.

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I was inspired by Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park.

Here's the full summary:

Never in a million years would I have thought I would be in the position that I am right now. I, Rose Weasley am standing in front of a crowd of thousands. My name was just called. Right now everything changes. Now my life is at risk. There is a good chance I won't make it out of here alive. My heart beats so fast I feel that it's about to leave my chest. My legs cannot hold me up anymore. I cannot do this. I cannot fight. I stand still, I need to hold myself up a little longer. Just a little bit longer. One more name is called. But I cannot hear it. My heart is beating too loudly and it fills my ears. Suddenly the crowd is gone and I fall to the floor. Warm, salty tears fall down my face and I feel someone touch my shoulder and hold me reassuringly. I am sure it is Al trying to comfort me. I turn and I am looking into the eyes of Scorpius Malfoy. My enemy. The person who saved my life.

It is very late at night. Even though it's summer my room is freezing and I can't move from under my blankets. Instead I stare up at the ceiling just thinking about everything. I think about my earliest memories. That time in my life where everything was simple.

One of my earliest memories is when my father was pushing me on a swing when I was about four. He told me not to jump but I did anyway. I ended up cutting my knee pretty badly and I remember crying. He picked me up and held me until I stopped and he asked me, "Why did you do that Rosie?" I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I wanted to know how it felt to be as free as a bird."

I'm 17 now. I am now considered an adult. I don't feel like an adult. I still live with my parents and my little brother. I have no career plans and that feels extremely careless of me. I was supposed to pick my dream career when I was 11. I'm sure any job will take me. I've been top of my year for all my years at Hogwarts and I feel horrible when I say this, but my surname could probably help me get any job I wanted. After all I'm a Weasley.

I close my eyes and play one of my favorite muggle songs in my head hoping it'll put me to sleep.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

After an hour I'm still awake. I feel so restless. My 7th year starts in five days. Only 5 days until the end begins. I received my Hogwarts letter two weeks ago. I'm Head Girl. My mother cried from happiness. Dad was proud. He expected it. After all I am Hermione Granger's daughter. It was expected of me wasn't it?

My mother and I have a tense relationship. I am too much like my dad for us to get along. We're both extremely smart and thrive in school and we both love to read. But that's about the only thing we have in common. My dad and I on the other hand both love the Chudley Cannons. We love to play Quidditch and joke around. We're both sarcastic and like to makes jokes in awkward moments. We can't express our feelings too well. We're both defensive of the people we care about.

Dad and I have a good relationship. I'm not too close to my family members. Only to Albus really and maybe Lily and Hugo as well. Al and I are best friends. He is only older than me by a week. For as long as I can remember Al and I have been partners in crime. From escaping the castle late at night to play Quidditch or pranking Dominique and Roxanne. Al looks exactly like Uncle Harry, glasses and all. They even have similar personalities which can get quite creepy at times. He is the Yin to my Yang and the idea of him not being my best friend is world ending for me.

Still unable to sleep I sigh in frustration and throw my comforter off my body. Now I'm freezing. My beagle stirs but doesn't get up. I've had Genevieve for about 6 years. I look out my window and look up at the bright stars, they're beautiful. The lake in front of my house shimmers in the moonlight. The dock is old and has carvings from each Weasley and Potter and even Longbottom sketched into its wood. Words from the summers of the past 23 years or so.

My purple pajama pants are long and they cover my feet. Before heading downstairs I throw on my three-sizes-too-big hoodie. I quietly make my way downstairs passing pictures of my parents' childhood and mine, even a couple of pictures from this very summer.

I sneak into my kitchen where I find my dad sitting at our small round kitchen table eating a sandwich and reading a book. "Hey dad, I didn't know you could read." I say in a low voice, mum would kill us if she found us here. My dad smiles and says, "I have been known to do that occasionally, Rosie. Why are you up so late?" I walk into the refrigerator and pull out the ingredients to make a turkey sandwich. "I could ask you the same question." I avoid answering because I really don't know why I'm up. I finish making the sandwich and sit down in front of my dad.

My dad was lucky because he didn't inherit the balding gene from Gramps. His hair isn't what it used to be but it's still there.

"Can't fall asleep." He says and he closes and puts down his book in order to talk to me. His blues eyes shine. Fortunately I was born with his blue eyes. It makes us have a connection that no one else has. He was the only Weasley child to have them. He inherited them from his Grandfather. Half my sandwich is gone already by the time my thoughts end.

I push it across the table and silently offer it to him. He can eat anything and everything and never gain any weight. He bites into it and says, "Rosie, this is delicious. Why didn't you finish it?"

"Not really hungry I guess." I lean over and grab the book he was reading. "Quidditch Through The Ages".

"Dad, I swear you've read this book at least 100 times. I bet you can recite it by now." He smiles and says, "It's one of my favorites." And he stares off into space. Something is worrying him. My dad is one of the most laid back people in the world, if he's worried he has good reason to be.

"Dad you look worried. What's going on?" I ask putting our plates away. I bring him back into the real world quickly.

"Nothing Rosie. How was your day?" he asks clearly avoiding my question.

"Fine. A bit boring really. I just read mum's copy of "Who am I?" by Gilderoy Lockhart. He died right?"

"Yeah during the war I believe. I heard he tried to give some Death Eaters a couple of autographs and it didn't sit well with him." Dad yawns and stands.

"Goodnight Rosie. Sweet dreams." He kisses the top of my head and heads back upstairs. I wait until I hear the door gently shut before I turn off the lights on go to my room.

For some odd reason sandwiches make me very sleepy. I fall asleep almost as soon as my back touches my bed.

The next morning the sun shines brightly through my window because I left the curtain open last night. I can't even sleep in past 9 AM because Al, Lily, and Hugo are up and are making so much noise downstairs. The thought of sleeping is a thing of the past. I put my pillow on top of my face hoping it would block out the noise.

It doesn't.

I hear someone knock a familiar beat on the door. It's Al. I know it's him because we came up with a secret knock when we were six so we would know who it was.

"Come in." I mumble. Al walks in quietly. He knows me so well. He knows if that I'm not up by 8 A.M or at the latest 9 A.M it means I didn't sleep. I remove the pillow off my face and look at Al. He's wearing swim trunks and a muggle band shirt that I bought him earlier this summer when we went to London.

Al has grown yet again and is now about 6'1. His jet black hair is still out of control and sticks up in all directions. He almond shape green eyes seem brighter than usual and his glasses are slightly askew. He jumps onto my bed and lies down next to me.

"Hey there, Rosie." He says smiling. I turn to him and say, "Hello, Albus. May I ask what you are doing in my house on this wonderful morning?" I sit up and twist my long thick curly burn hair into a bun. My bangs rest on my forehead. He squints his eyes and gets distracted by something in my room. He leans across by bed and asks, "Are there more books in your book case? Or did you move them around?" Al has an eidetic memory. He could probably be top of the year if he tried but he settles for getting straight Exceeds Expectations which annoys me to no end. Why? He has the potential to get better grades than I do.

"I rearranged them and bought a few the day before yesterday." I say as I get out of my bed, walking into the bathroom. I begin to brush my teeth and I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes look like they have a few flecks of green in them. The light freckles across my nose and cheeks are courtesy of my mother. I'd rather have her freckles than my dad's. My usually pale skin is slightly darker than normal because I've been hanging in the sun a lot more this summer. Not swimming though. Never swimming. Just sitting on the dock relaxing, reading a book.

Now that my teeth are brushed, my face is washed, and my hair is brushed I put my hair into two pigtail braids. When I come out I find Lily looking through my closet. She notices me and says, "Cute. You look like Dorothy. Put on your swimsuit we're going for a swim. You need to buy some more clothes, Rose."

I reach into my drawer and pull out my black one piece and I head back to the bathroom to change. I come out and Lily comments on my swimsuit. "Rose, why do you where those ghastly things? You have an amazing body." I walk into my closet on pull out a pair of black shorts and a blue tank top. I wear them on top of my swimsuit and slip on a pair of flipflops. Al is still on my bed and is now throwing my soccer ball in the air and catching it.

I turn to Lily and see her wearing my mini dress that I wear when I go to the beach. "How do I look?" She asks and twirls for me. Lily has long straight dark red hair and light hazel eyes. She looks just like Aunt Ginny so naturally she's beautiful. At the age of 15 she's been asked more times than I can count. But she always says no because she wants to date Lorcan Scamander who is a year above her.

I grab Hogwarts, a History from my bookshelf. Lily pulls Al and I downstairs. Hugo is waiting for us at the kitchen table reading a book. Hugo is what most girls would call the thoughtful silent type. But most girls don't know Hugo. Hugo is quiet but when he talks he says hilarious jokes, and he's top of his year as well. Girls fawn over him. He plays Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Hugo has red pop star boy flippy hair and olive green eyes. He's very tall and very thin. Lily and Hugo are best friends. She's only two days older than him.

"Hugo, where are the parental units?"

"They went out." He says and he returns to his book.

My parents have yet to appear which is very odd for them because they're usually up around 8. "What's for breakfast?" I ask opening the cupboard to see if there's any cereal left. Hugo says, "I've got that covered." He leans over and picks up a huge picnic basket. Did I mention he's an amazing cook as well?

"That's it then? Let's go." Lily says and she's out the door in a flash. We all follow her out to the lake. She quickly pulls off her dress and jumps in the water. She emerges and says, "Come in! The water is amazing." Hugo pulls off his shirt and jumps in. "Aren't you getting in?" I ask Al. He shakes his head and pulls out pancakes from the basket. "Food now." Al says and begins stuffing his face. I eat three of Hugo's amazing pancakes and I pull out my book and lie down on the dock and begin to read. I hear a splash and I know that Al is in the water now as well.

I hear them splash and play and swim for about an hour until a thought from last night pops into my head.

"Lily? Al? Why were you here so early?"

Lily responds, "Mum and Dad told us to come over because they had to go out somewhere. We didn't get details we just wanted to get out the house." Hmm. Why are all our parents being so secretive?

"Hugh did mum or dad tell where they were going or what they were doing?" I ask him. Hugo swims over to where I'm sitting.

"Actually, they didn't. I thought it was weird of them. What do you know?"

Now they are all in front of me. "Well, Dad and I couldn't sleep last night so we were talking-"

Hugo interrupts me, "And eating. Really Rosie you should cleanup after yourself. Or at least have the decency to be awake when mum yells at me for not cleaning up."

I continue, "Shut up Hugo. Dad was just acting really weird even for him. Do you think something is going on at school?"

"I don't know. We might as well stop worrying about it 'cause we'll find out in a week now wont we?" Lily says and she splashes water on me. For the rest of the day we are carefree children not caring about the future. If only we had.

Well there you are chapter 1.

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