So… I should probably be updating my RTB stories, but I really, really need someone who has them all typed to PM them to me. If this is you, please help me! Anyways, I wrote this on the way home from swimming 6,000 yards. In under two hours. So, yeah. Please, please, please review. I get story alerts and author alerts and favorite stories/authors but hardly anybody reviews. So fuel my passion! Enjoy!

Love,

Emily

Ron Weasley was brooding. He kept thinking to himself about how much of a prat he was. After all, he had just walked out on his two best friends when they were in the fight of their lives. He had thought that Hermione had chosen Harry over him, but when his anger abated, he realized that she was doing what he had failed to do twice: stick by their friend in the hardest time of his life. The redhead absentmindedly flicked the switch on his Deluminator, darkening and illuminating the guest room at Shell Cottage, his heart aching to go back. A pop and a crash startled him.

"Harry?"

"Erm... I am most definitely not hairy. My name is James, thank you very much!" the arrival snapped. Ron looked more closely. James had Harry's face and hair, but his forehead was blank and his eyes weren't green but a familiar brown.

"What did you do now, James?" a girl's voice preceded the appearance of a girl that looked remarkably like Ginny did a few years ago (if his sister had bushy hair, that is).

"Nothing, Rosie! I swear!" the kid said with an air of utter profoundness.

"Right. And I should believe you because..." the girl trailed off, noticing Ron. "Dad?" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"Rose! He obviously doesn't know who we are. He looks like he's not even Teddy's age. He probably hasn't even gotten together with Aunt Hermione!"

"What did you just say?" Ron spluttered. His eyes were wide as saucers and he looked as if the rest of his birthdays had come at once. "I get together with Hermione?"

The girl slapped the boy across the face. "James, you idiot!"

"I'm sorry, but who are you again?" Ron asked.

"James Sirius Potter, at your service," the dark-haired boy smirked. "I am the most amazing person you will ever have the fortune to meet."

"Forgive his idiocy. I'm Rosie, by the way," Rose said while hexing James.

"And you're my kid?" Ron asked faintly.

"Yeah, Rose and Hugo." James said this as if it ought to have been common knowledge to Ron.

"Merlin, you are the stupidest Potter I have ever met!" Rose practically screamed at him. "Did you miss Teddy's lecture about why to never mess with time or something? Honestly, you're going to end up telling him everything he shouldn't know!"

"Everything I shouldn't know?" Ron repeated angrily. "Everything I shouldn't know? I just made the biggest mistake of my life!"

"Oh, so that's why you're in Dom's room. You just left Aunt Hermione and my dad!" James said.

"I'm not going to bother asking who Dom is, but you're Harry's kid?" If it was possible, Ron's jaw fell open even further with this revelation. Rose slapped James again.

"Yes. He is -" Rose was cut off by another boy's voice.

"I swear, Mr. Weasley! I didn't do anything with her!" And a blonde boy with a pale, pointed face popped from nowhere.

"Draco Malfoy! What the hell?" Ron shouted.

"Mr. Weasley, don't you know who I am? Five seconds ago you thought I had abducted your daughter. And by the way, I didn't," the boy said. His eyes fell on Rose, and he let out a huge sigh. "Rosie! Oh my God, you're okay. Everyone's so worried about you!"

Rose pulled him into a hug and pecked him on the lips. "I'm fine, Scorp. We're just back in time."

Ron started. "Wait. My daughter and a Malfoy? You have got to be kidding me!" To say he was furious would be an understatement.

Lolz, you must hate me. Review and I will post the next chapter!

Love,

Emily