Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone belonging to his world.

This is my first story I decided to publish. I am not the best writer, so if there are any mistakes just blame my dyslexia.

The Letter Arrives

"Mom! It's here! My letter is here!" Rose yelled to her mother in the kitchen. She came running into the spacious kitchen where her mom was preparing dinner. Hugo looked up from his math assignment he had been working on at the table. Although they all knew Rose was going to be going to Hogwarts, they had all been anxiously waiting the day she would receive her letter. Hermione turned and smiled at her daughter jumping around with her letter in hand.

"Well go ahead and open it dear." She said to her daughter. Hugo promptly left stopped his schoolwork and ran up to his sister. They watched as Rose slowly opened up the thick letter.

Ron followed his nose into the kitchen and found his family huddled together. "What's going on in here?"

"Dad, Rose got her letter!" Hugo replied since Rose was to engrossed in reading her letter. He walked over to his daughter smiling with pride. He wrapped his arms around his wife as they watched their oldest scan the pages of the letter. She suddenly looked up from her letter with a worried look on her face.

"We need to go to Diagon Alley and get all of my things. There are a lot of books on the list. Will I have enough time to read them all before school starts? Look at all the supplies I need. I need to get my wand. I wonder what core I will get." She would have kept talking if her mom hadn't stopped her when she took a breath.

"Rosie dear, relax. We can go to Diagon Alley this weekend. We will see when Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny are taking Albus. He probably got his letter as well. As for reading all the books, you don't have to before the term begins, trust me your father never did and he did alright. "

"Hey! I scanned my books before the term. Beside your not suppose to learn everything before the term starts." He replied defensively. Hermione laughed at her husband. She gave him a playful push and went back to preparing dinner. The kids sat down at the table with their father.

"Dad, What is your wand core?" Rose inquired

"Mine is unicorn hair, if I remember right." Ron replied

"It is. Unicorn hair wands are very faithful wands." Hermione added. Ron smiled at his know-it-all wife. Of course she would know what type of wand he had.

"How about you mom?" Rose addressed her mom.

"Dragon Heartstring. It makes for a powerful wand, but they can be temperamental. No matter what core you get, you will get a wand that fits you." Hermione smiled and recalled her visit to Ollivander's. "I remember when I first receive my wand. I did not know anything about wands. I stepped into the shop and was scared to death. Ollivander kept putting wands in my hand and none of them were right. Then he put one in my hand and it was as if it belonged in my hand. 10 ¾", vine wood with dragon heartstring."

"I can't wait!" Rose screeched, causing her father to jump. Hermione laughed at her excitable daughter. Rose may have inherited her intelligence but she blamed the Weasleys for this side of her daughter "And riding the Hogwarts Express! James said it's so much fun. What is it like Dad? James won't give us any details."

"I always loved the train rides. It was time to just hang out with your friends, laughing and joking, eating tons of candy." Ron said lost in nostalgia.

"Hugo please put your work away. Your first time is a bit unnerving, because you don't know that many people. Although you will at least have your cousins and you know a few others as well." Hermione started to set the table for dinner. "I remember my first train ride. Since I was muggle born, I did not know anybody. But I soon found some people to hang out with. Neville was the first person I got to know on the train."

"That's right. You two spend most of the time looking for Trevor." Snickered Ron.

"Whose Trevor" asked Hugo wanting to be a part of the conversation.

"Trevor was Neville's toad. He kept losing him. I said I would help him because no one else would." Hermione replied.

"Of course no one helped. I mean the kid who brings a toad to school is not going to be popular." Ron laughed.

"Oh and a rat is better?" Hermione threw back at him. Ron's ears turned a light shade of pink.

"Who had a rat?" Rose inquired.

"Your father had a pet rat named Scabbers. On that first train ride I came into their compartment and he was trying to turn it yellow." Hermione replied as she brought the food to the table.

"Dad you had a rat!? Rats are almost as bad as toads!" Rose remarked half laughing at her dad. Ron turned a darker shade of pink.

"You know what I miss about Hogwarts?" Ron said trying to change the subject. He started to pile up his plate. "The food. The food is amazing there. I may come and visit you Rosie just to eat some more of that food." Hermione slapped the back of Ron's head. "I mean your mother makes some delicious food. Almost as good at Hogwart's food." Ron tried to smooth things over.

"I do have to admit the feasts are amazing. Especially Halloween. Oh they were spectacular." Hermione replied.

"Except when it gets interrupted by a troll." Ron said laughing at the memory of their first Halloween feast.

"Or you have to attend a death day celebration and find a petrified cat, or an escaped convict tries to enter your tower, or your best friend's name comes out the Goblet of Fire. I can't believe how many things happened to us on Halloween." Hermione said as she got lost in thought.

"A troll got into the castle!?" Hugo and Rose questioned.

"Yes, one of the professors had let him in to cause a distraction. It actually was the reason your mother, Uncle Harry and I became close friends. Well Uncle Harry and I were already good friends." Ron replied

"Yes the two of you were inseparable since the moment you met on the train. It was a good thing you two ended up in the same house." Hermione laughed at the memory of 11 year old Ron and Harry.

"Tell us more about the troll." Hugo said excitedly.

"How about we move to the living room and I will bring in some bowls of ice cream. We can tell you more about the troll there." Hermione shoed her family out of the kitchen so she could clean everything up. She smiled thinking about the crazy adventure her life was at Hogwarts was. She wasn't sure if she was ready to tell her kids about everything yet, or if she was ready to relive some of it, but then again it might be good for them to know some of the history there.

"Do you need some help with the ice cream?" Ron asked as he walked back into the kitchen without the kids. He grabbed two of the bowls from the counter and gave his wife a peck on the cheek. "Do you think the kids are ready to hear about our Hogwarts days?"

"I am not sure, but it might be good for us to share some of it with them. I know Harry has told some of the things to James. The two of them are going to hear about it eventually. I think it is better coming from us." Hermione said, trying to convince herself as much as her husband.

"Your right. Alright lets go. I don't know if they can wait any longer to hear about the troll."