Chapter One:

Rose

My mother, Hermione Weasley, loves the first day of the school term. She gets up super early, she cleans the house, sneaks into our room and double checks our packing lists, makes a huge smorgasbord of breakfast that no one family could possibly eat in one setting… and when she's all done with that, she comes into our rooms once more and wakes us up. When my mother wakes you up, she has that high pitched motherly voice that sounds like she's talking to a two year old. It gets super irritating, really fast.

"Rosieeee," my mother cooed, shaking me lightly in attempts to wake me. Little did she know that the annoying loud creaking of my bedroom door had already snapped me to attention.

I rolled over onto my back, and looked up at my mom, sitting on the side of my bed next to me. "I'm up." I squinted at her. "What's that smell?"

Mum frowned and smelled the tip of her frizzed hair. "I burned my hair earlier, the sodding pancakes caught fire."

I laughed and sat up. "Were you reading a book while baking again?"

She smiled and smoothed my hair back while leaning in to kiss me on my forehead. "Keep this between us girls, yea?"

I nodded and cocked a smile. "Yea, sure Mum."

She patted my knee. "That's my girl. Now get that arse out of bed and come down and eat some breakfast." She stood up and headed for the door.

"Pancakes?" I asked sarcastically.

She looked back at me and replied with a warm smile masked onto her face, "Scones." She exited my room with a small click of my bedroom door behind her.

All my family says that I am most like my mother with my fiery attitude and freakishly great book smarts. I always took pride in that because it was my mum and I that got along the best. The only time she had ever expressed a shadow of disappointment was when I magiced my hair dark brown. I had only done it because I was tired of being called a ginger all the time and even though she was a bit upset at my trying to change my appearance, she never asked me to change it… and I never did. I twiddled a bit of my hair between my fingers as I thought of this. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched, lazily getting out of bed. This was going to be my fifth year and I could feel like it just might be a great year. I leaned over to my nightstand just as I had thought that and 'knocked on wood'. Merlin knows I don't need any bad luck added onto my already disturbed life. I took off my pajama shorts and top while walking over to my closet. There wasn't much to choose from, considering I attend a school that requires a uniform for most of the year, but I did have a few choice items. I grabbed a pair of old faded jeans that had a hole in the arse from when James, Fred and I had scaled a fence after we got caught smoking some spliff in Merlin Park last year. I remember that James had nearly shit himself because my Uncle Harry would have choked him if he found out. I smiled as I fingered the hole and reminisced. I had such a good summer break. I slid the pants on over my legs and admired myself in the mirror. I felt beautiful and my breasts had finally grown in. I smiled yet again brushed through my hair, still admiring my rack.

"Rose, mum says…" Hugo stopped dead in his tracks after he had busted into my room and laid eyes upon my half naked self.

My brother is probably the most irritating person on earth. I remember when I was seven and he was five that he had gone through all the cabinets in the kitchen and dumped everything just for fun… then he blamed it on me… and my mum and dad believed him. There were many more instances that I could think of, but that was the earliest memory I have of him terrorizing me.

I wheeled around, mortified. "Hugo! Get out! I'm nearly naked!" I crossed my arms over my bare chest.

Hugo started laughing. "Not like there's much to see, sis!" he said as he mimed a pair of tits on his chest. I grabbed my sno-globe of Hogwarts and chucked it at his head. He ducked as it smashed into my wall, all the pieces of glass falling to the floor. "Missed!" he snickered.

Then, to add to my horror, my dad bustled into the room. "What is going on… oh Merlin's beard!" He covered his eyes and turned a bright shade of crimson.

"Dad!" I shrieked. "Both of you… GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

My dad covered Hugo's eyes and ushered him out of the room rather quickly. "You know," my dad began before he closed the door behind him. "You really should lock this, sweets."

"You removed the lock last year because you said a fourteen year old shouldn't have that much privacy!"I screamed. "GET OUT!"

He threw up his hands in defeat and backed out of the room and shut the door. I groaned. What a nightmare my family was. I threw on an old, vintage t-shirt of the Weird Sisters that my mother used to own. I pulled my hair back and applied a little bit of makeup. This was as good as it was going to get.

I walked downstairs. "My family is the worst, you know? I can't even change without someone getting a good look at my tits! I mean what the hell is up with that?" I asked as I realized my whole family was sitting around in silence at the dining room table. Something that is definitely not normal in the Weasley household. "What's going on?"

My mum looked up at me. "Hm? What? Oh, nothing dear. Nothing."

"Dad thought mum was getting our books this year and mum thought dad was, so we don't have books this year," Hugo gladly told me.

"Mum?" I looked at her. "Dad?" I looked at him. "Oh, bloody hell! What the… how am I… I was going to do the first chapters on the train! I don't even have a sodding book to do the fucking reading now? Merlin, I hate this family!"

My mum walked over to me. "One, um, language, young lady. Two, you will have books. I will send them to you today so they will be there once you arrive, yea? I am going to Diagon Alley today to get them."

"It's all my fault, sweets and trust me I'm paying. I won't be getting any for at least a month," my dad muttered.

I stuck two fingers into my ears. "Ew! I so can't hear you right now!" I stomped over to the front door. "I'll be in the garden. Let me know when we're leaving!"

"You guys do know that she's sneaking off to smoke some, yea?" Hugo informed my parents.

What a fucking cock. He caught me and James smoking one time and we paid him off in turn for him never saying a word. I spent loads of galleons on him! I was so infuriated I couldn't even think. If my parents ever found out that I have been smoking weed, they would literally kill me… even if I am their most promising child. I was panicked.

I froze, mortified at the front door as my mum walked over to me. "Rose…"

My jaw dropped. "He's lying, of course! Why would you believe him? He told you just last week that Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny were living in two different houses because he was shagging his secretary! He's a liar!"

My mum looked relieved a bit. I guess it's easier to be oblivious than really believe the truth. She kissed me on the forehead. "I trust you, Rosie. You know that."

I felt a pang in my stomach. "Thanks, Mum." I backed away from her. "I'll be out in the garden then, yea?"

"Yea," she cooed lovingly. "We will be ready shortly."

I stomped out to the garden and pulled a bit of spliff out of my pocket. "Bollocks," I murmured, feeling rather guilty. I shoved it back into my pocket and decided to save it. Maybe I could hook up with James and get a little toasted on the train. I sat on the swing and twirled myself around, looking up at the blue, cloudless sky. "Merlin, I really hope this is going to be a good year…" I breathed aloud.

HPNG-HPNG-HPNG (page break… means: Harry Potter Next-Gen)

I sat on the train surrounded by my cousins. James was doing shots with Fred and Albus as I just sat there with Lilly, completely off our faces. I had smoked nearly the whole spliff with just Lilly and myself and my little body had a low tolerance. I felt warm and happy. I was surrounded by my best friends. James and I were the closest of the bunch. Even though he was a year ahead of me, we had the most in common. I suppose I was rather close to Lilly as well. She was really quite interesting. She's pretty much down for anything and just this last summer is when we really had bonded. I guess I sort of admire the relationship she has with James. They are super tight. I was a bit jealous because I couldn't stand Hugo most of the time.

"Oi," James began. "Where's my little brother?"

Lilly shrugged. "I suppose he's in the compartment with the rest of our family, yea?"

"With all of them?" Fred asked, slurring his words all the while.

I nodded this time. "Yes… with Louis, Roxy, Molly and Lucy."

James sighed. "I wish Albus knew how to have a good time."

"Do you want me to check on him?" Lilly questioned. I wanted to laugh because her eyes were nearly as red as her hair.

I smiled and stood up. "I'll go check…" I also wanted to track down the trolley as a wave of munchies hit me. "I'm also going to get some treats, yea? Anyone want some?" No one really seemed to be as blown as I was and they all replied with a no, so I left the compartment.

I found my cousins rather quickly and slid open the door. "Is Albus here?" I asked, leaning on the door frame for some much needed extra support.

"Right here, Rose. What do you need?" Albus inquired as he set down his hand of cards onto the table.

"James wants you to come share some spliff with him," I stated, quickly remembering that he had never said any such thing. "Or maybe not. I don't remember. Just go see him. We are in number thirty-three."

I turned away and I walked forever trying to track down the trolley. When I finally came across it, I found myself on the Slytherin's turf. I was way too high to even comprehend the ramifications for being there. For some reason, even though Voldemort had been defeated, there was still that constant rival between Slytherin and Gryffindor. I did, however, have a few friends in Slytherin, but none that would actually admit that to anyone in their House. I blinked several times and sighed.

"Anything from the trolley, dear?" she asked rather sweetly.

"Could I get, uh, three packs of droobles, yea?" I handed her a couple galleons. "Keep the change, ma'am." I turned to get the hell out of there when I ran into Perry Zambini, probably the biggest bitch I knew. "Oh fuck it all."

She crossed her arms. "What are you doing here, Weasley?"

I held up the droobles. "Just getting something from the trolley, Perry." She just continues to glare at me. I was utterly confused. "What? Do you want some?"

"No I don't want your fucking treats. Why are you in this car?" she prodded as she poked into my shoulder.

I rubbed it gingerly and furrowed my eyebrows at her. "I just wanted some droobles, yea? Can I, uh, just get through?"

Then… the bitch shoved me backwards. I had no idea how to catch myself. I didn't even know I was falling until she suddenly got taller to me. And then, just before I could break my arse on the floor, I collided with something that seemed to break my fall. "Oh, fuck it," I breathed and rolled over to see what I landed on. It was a blonde kid. "I'm sorry, mate. The little bint pushed me."

"It's alright," a low, warm voice replied, while the brightest blue eyes were looking up at me. "Watch yourself though, yea?"

I nodded and popped up onto my own two feet. I studied him for a moment and realized how I knew him. "Fucking Scorpius Malfoy, yea?"

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and smirked at me. "Yea, that's me. Weasley, right? Rose?"

I nodded yet again, still a bit wobbly. I leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I am so off my face right now, but you have a lovely voice." I smiled sincerely at him and turned around and left, opening the pack of droobles and popping one into my mouth, making sure I gave Perry a swift elbow in the side. Ah, sweet serenity.