Her mother always told her that life had its defining moments. The moments have stopped a person in their tracks and force them to reality. Her mother warned her for these moments that creep about in the dark corners of her mind. Rose loved her mother, thought her wise. But she couldn't stay attached to those thoughts. She was only ten.

Her mother and father would occasionally have a row. Usually it was about his nonexistent job at the ministry, his Quidditch games. His fiery temper matched his ginger hair as he yelled retorts at her.

"I enjoy it, Hermione. I like Quidditch. Is that so hard for you to get?"

"Ronald. I just think your better than that."

"Glad to have your support?"

"You think I don't support you? I've gone to every game, Ron. EVERY GAME! I've made sure my daughter gets to see you fly around on a broomstick all day!"

"Your daughter? Please. She's OUR daughter. And it's not a hobby. I get paid very well."

"I never said it was a hobby. I just think you could get a job at the ministry."

"Hermione, I'm not bloody good at magic. I'm not half as good as you and Harry are. So please Ms. Prime Minister, shut up!"

It was like this a lot. Constant bickering. But at the end of the day, her parents would look at each other with understanding, and realize how stupid the argument was. They would presume their activities but that moment, Rose knew her parents loved each other in the defining moments that ensued.

During the year, her mother enrolled her brother and herself in a preparatory primary school. Ron was thoroughly against it. But Hermione felt very strong about their education. Rose did exceptionally well with the school work and came home with passing grades. Hugo tried his best and it became evident that his interests lay with the female population, even at a young age. Ron would give Hugo tips on how to talk to girls, only to be told by Hermione how unsuccessful he was at talking to her since they were eleven.

Rose thought that everyone was happier in her family when they visited the Burrow. Her grandmother would perform an expansion spell and cooked enough for their ever- growing family. She was only a tad- controlling but her cooking was amazing. Uncle Bill and Auntie Fleur were there, Auntie Fleur in her French couture outfit, fretting about Victoire's appearance. Victoire rebelled under her mother careful watch. Her hair was a healthy mane of red- blonde hair and she was hardly the personality of her mother. She spent a lot of time with Teddy Lupin and even more time getting away from younger siblings Dominique and Louis. Teddy and Victoire were inseparable but it appeared to be acceptable for the two teenagers, seeing as how Victoire was about fifteen and Teddy, seventeen. Uncle Percy had married Aunt Audrey but she died after giving birth to Molly and Lucy. Uncle Charlie was hardly ever around, always off working with magical creatures.

Uncle George was the comical one, he would tell Rose and her cousins' ghost stories of how his ear had been cursed off. Apparently he had had a twin, but no one spoke of that. There was always a wave of silence that spread over the usually boisterous family that quieted them into awkwardness. He and Aunt Angelina (Angie) had Fred and Roxanne.

Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry were the last ones and they had James, Albus and Lily. Rose and Lily were best friends, even though Rose was two years older. Albus was a bit of a worrywart and Uncle George's ghost stories scared him beyond belief

So it came the day that Rose turned eleven years old. Though, Rose wasn't the only Weasley starting that year, Albus was too but his birthday had been a few months ago. There was a birthday celebration party at the Burrow for Rose with the whole family.

"Ron! Where's Hugo?" Hermione yelled through the house.

"He's coming, Bloody hell we're not late yet."

"Mum, is my hair okay?"

"Rosie, hold on. Mum is trying to get to the Burrow right now. HUGO!" Hermione yelled up the stairs. Hugo ran down the stairs and without looking bumped in Rose.

"OI! Watch it!" Hugo yelled at Rose.

"You watch it. You bumped into me!"

"You didn't move!" He retorted.

"You were running!"

"Should I have crawled?" Rose looked away angrily.

"That's enough out of the two of you. Is everyone here? RON! Out of the kitchen! Please? I just cleaned it." Ron walked towards his wife and looked her in the eye.

"'Mione, stop worrying. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

Ron kissed her forehead gently.

"Mum! Dad!" Hugo yelled in disgust. Ron smiled sweetly at his son and hugged Hermione. In a few moments, they had all instantly appeared in the Burrow's fireplace. Rose ran off immediately to play with her cousins. Hugo went off to see Uncle George while Ron and Hermione visited with Ginny and Harry. James was preoccupied with talking to Victoire about Quidditch. He wasn't getting the hint though. Teddy was also there, visibly anticipating the moment that James would leave him and Victoire to be alone.

"So then I saw the snitch and I nearly missed it – I saw Christina from the sidelines- and I was waving to her and – the snitch flew into my hand- it was amazing. You have no idea how it felt." James sat back fondly

"Yeah, whatever. James, can Ted and I have some alone time?"

"Why do you and Ted want to be alone?" James said quite loudly.

Fleur came out of the kitchen, overhearing James.

"Victoire, kitchen. Now."

"Mum!"

"Encore une fois." Victoire quickly got up and went into the kitchen to help her mother and Mrs. Weasley, leaving behind an uncomfortable situation between the two boys (but not before glaring at James – who seemed quite satisfied).

Hours later, after the cake and ice cream had been served and presents opened. The annual game of Weasley Quidditch presumed. Hermione sat with Rose and Ginny, braiding Rose's long blonde hair.

"So, Hermione, have you seen the new changes they've made at Hogwarts?"

"No, what happened?"

"Well, as you know, Malfoy has been giving generously to the school."

"I heard about that. Git. Always showing off his father's money."

"Well, he is quite the business man. He even got married."

"Okay. Well what has he done to Hogwarts?"

"He paid for all new brooms for not just Slytherin. All the Houses."

"But why would he do that?"

"That's not all; he paid for new equipment for potions and defense against the dark arts."

"But why now? It's been nineteen years. Why not contribute sooner?" A pause. "Defense against the dark arts?"

"Yep."

"Mum? Isn't that a good thing? He helped make something better."

"Well, There's a difference between doing good and doing good for your own means."

"A defining moment?"

"Yes, my sweet."

"I'm still glad he did it."

Once they had gotten home, Ron carried a sleeping Rose to her room upstairs. It was decorated with light pink walls, her bed covered with ivory fabric. Her vanity next to the door, pictures of her parents wedding day and pictures of her friends stuck to the mirror. Her ballerina shoes hanging on the door handle. Storybooks lined up neatly under the bay window. Ron looked at his little girl's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and stayed that way for hours, watching her sleep. She would be turning eleven in a month. He could hardly believe that his little girl was growing up. He wanted to rock her again like he did when she was a baby. He missed walking up and down the street, singing to her when she cried in the night.

Lost in his memories, he didn't notice Hermione was at the door. "Ron?" She called softly. "Ron. Are you coming to bed?" Ron looked up at her. She looked so beautiful, standing there in the doorway. He kissed Rose's forehead and went to Hermione. He kissed her on the lips and ran his finger through her hair.

"Look at her, 'Mione. We did that" He kissed Hermione's cheek.

"She's a lot like you."

"But she got your cleverness."

"I love you, Ronald." She took his hand and led him to the bed and curled up next to him under the covers. And the summer months passed by, and the time came for Rose to go to Hogwarts.