Silly Little Crush

First-year Gryffindor Rose Weasley keeps her own diary, but the secrets within are soon to be unleashed to many.

Disclaimer: I took a few lines from DH's epilogue, but no copyright infringement intended. For the sake of my story only.

PROLOGUE: Rose: My Father Always Told Me

"If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," Dad threatened, "but no pressure."

I almost jumped out of my skin. James Potter had told Albus Severus Potter—who had a sad excuse of a name—my cousin and the son of the renowned Harry Potter, who had in turn told me that we had to battle dragons at the Sorting. Dad hadn't denied that. And Gryffindor was supposedly the House of courage and bravery! How was I supposed to be bold and courageous when battling a dragon?

I was so dead.

At only eleven! Just little Rose Weasley. Dead.

"Ron!" Mum laughed. As did little Lily and my younger brother Hugo. Al and I looked at each other and remained silent. "He doesn't mean it," she assured us.

Yeah, right… this is helping lots.

Sometimes I wonder why Mum didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw, the House of smarts. Dad had even asked her once, saying, "'Mione, it's a miracle you were sorted into Gryffindor." Hopefully I would get wrongfully sorted, as Mum did, into Gryffindor. Just so I wouldn't be disowned. I could always hope.

"Look who it is."

We all turned to look at a happy, dignified blonde family of three.

"So, that's little Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie," Dad said to me. "Thank goodness you inherited your mother's brains."

I was secretly delighted by the compliment… but when I looked at my competition, I was blown away. That little Scorpius was very attractive, to say the least. I knew from the start that it would be hard concentrating in my classes if he was in them.

Thanks for the pressure, Dad.

Needless to say, I was fascinated, appealed, dazzled—

"Ron, for heaven's sake. Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" Mum scolded him jokingly.

Somehow I knew Mum was wrong. Even if he hated me, I could never hate his dashing blonde looks.

If there was a such thing as love at first sight, this had to be it. Too bad my parents were spoiling it.

"You're right, sorry," Dad apologized. Then he nudged me and said, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

What! He just read my mind. Well, not to say that I was particularly thinking about love and marriage or anything, but I can't deny his looks. He looks like he's as smart as Mum. And he'd win over all the girls but choose me, little Rose Weasley. And we'd live happily ever after in a cozy mansion…

My thoughts were interrupted when James, Al's older obnoxious brother ran over, reporting on his godbrother, Teddy Lupin. Poor Teddy had lost his father just like Uncle Harry had, so the Potters basically took him in. Not really, technically, since Teddy lived with his grandmum, but Teddy was Uncle Harry's godson. I had seen Teddy before, and he seemed pretty cool. James, on the other hand, was a total brat.

He continued tattling on Teddy and my cousin Victoire, who was also his cousin through his mum, Aunt Ginny to me. Victoire was a very pretty Weasley, and being the daughter of Uncle Bill and my part-veela aunt, Fleur, that was no surprise.

Meanwhile, I was glancing around. Was there some scientific law that magical people were more attractive? It seemed like there were a lot of lookers around here, including Scorpius. Not to say my family was bad-looking either.

"…and I asked Teddy what he was doing—" James droned on.

"You interrupted them?" Aunt Ginny exclaimed. "Oh, you are so like Ron…"

Dad did have a tendency to be a little dense sometimes.

"—and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away." I giggled. James was even dafter than Dad. "He's snogging her!" he repeated as if we didn't get the point.

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married! Teddy would really be part of the family then!" Lily whispered to Hugo excitedly, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Uncle Harry said, "He already comes 'round for dinner about four times a week. Why don't we just invite him to live with us and have done with it?"

"Yeah!" James cried. "I don't mind sharing with Al. Teddy could have my room!"

For brothers, Al and James sure liked each other. Al was pretty excited himself, smiling into space at the thought. I hope Al and James wouldn't play pranks on me. I wouldn't be his friend anymore! Hmph.

"No. You and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished."

Uncle Harry had a point. Who knows what they could do? Better yet, who would want to…? Then he ushered us to the train, as it was almost eleven.

"Don't forget to give Neville our love!" Aunt Ginny reminded James, squishing him to pieces. I'm glad Mum was a bit less emotional than James's mum.

"Mum! I can't give a professor love!"

Our friends were parents with Neville, so why not? But Al was nodding his head in agreement. "Awkward," he mouthed.

"But you know Neville—"

And that's exactly what I thought. I know Professor Neville too, but I had just opted to address him as an uncle. Since I have so many, it didn't really make a difference.

But James rolled his eyes. "Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love…"

Boys.

And then he kicked Al's shin.

As I said: boys.

"See you later, Al. Watch out for the thestrals."

Al started to panic, "I thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!" James only laughed at his younger brother. Aunt Ginny kissed him, he hugged Uncle Harry, and he was off with only a wave to the rest of us.

"Thestrals are nothing to worry about. They're gentle things, there's nothing scary about them," Uncle Harry assured his son. "Anyway, you won't be going up to school in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats."

Aunt Ginny kissed Al on the forehead, hugging him. "See you at Christmas."

Al repeated James's steps, hugging his dad too. "Bye, Al. Don't forget Hagrid's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Peeves. Don't duel anyone…" and then he added quietly because Aunt Ginny would not approve, "'til you've learned how. And don't let James wind you up." He patted Al's back.

I headed to the train, almost at the steps.

"What if I'm in Slytherin?" I heard Al ask quietly, his emerald eyes bulging.

Oh, Aunt Ginny was waving at me. I better wave back to show that I wasn't eavesdropping.

After Al and Uncle Harry exchanged a few words, Al dashed onto the carriage, the train about to move.

"Why are they all staring?" Al asked me once we were seated next to the window. I looked around to find that everyone was looking at our parents through our open window.

"Don't let it worry you," Dad said. "It's me, I'm extremely famous."

We all laughed at my dad's joke.

The train began to move, and our parents walked slowly along. Then they stopped and kept waving. Aunt Ginny looked as if she was about to cry. I wonder what she'll do when Lily, the last of the Potter kids, goes off to Hogwarts.

But I had more important things to think about.

A/N: Quite a long prologue, but I hope you enjoyed it! I can tell that writing this story will be very thrilling. I like eleven-year-old Rose's POV. But some of it will be around Scorpius also. I didn't realize Rose/Scorpius was so popular, but I guess I'll be reading those for a while now, heh... oh, and Happy Christmas! (: So British of me.