"Get up, darling" Hermione's sweet voice whispered into Rose's ear, but Rose just mumbled. "Have you forgot what day it is today, sweetie?" One of Rose's eyes suddenly blinked open
"Mum is it here? Is my letter really here?Mum?!" She jumped out of bed immediately and began jumping around the room with excitement.
"Just wait and see, darling" She smiled, and took Rose by the hand as they walked downstairs, but Rose had a bit too much energy to walk.
As Rose entered the Living Room she peered around the room. Sitting in the middle, was a huge pile of presents of all shapes and sizes, but sitting on the coffee table was a letter. A letter with green fancy writing inked upon it. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn't even move.
"Do you want to open it?" Hermione grinned, giving her a small push. Rose squealed. "Of course I do mother! Of course, of course, of course!"
She ran over to the coffee table and grabbed the letter, falling to the floor with excitement and began rolling around like a puppy. Finally, she began still, and peered into her Mum's eyes.
"Should I do it now, or should I wait until Dad and Hugo wake up?" She questioned, a curious look pressed upon her face.
"Do it whenever you please, sweetheart, but you look desperate so don't hold back' She smiled encouragingly,
Rose began to tear it open, being careful not to rip any of the letter itself. She carefully removed it from the envelope, and just stared, as if the letter was just all in her imagination. Like she was dreaming. She sat down on the sofa and they both read the letter aloud.
"Dear Miss Weasley, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wiz-"
"What's arl thuh fush abowt" Hugo muttered, through mouthfuls of toast,
"Oh Hugo you ruined it! You pathetic little mongrel" She folded her arms and gave him the filthiest look her face would make.
"It doesn't matter Rose, he didn't know" She patted her on the back, "We'll read it again later, yeah?" "Now it's time to open you presents. Which one first?"
"That one!" She giggled, pointing at the the long, thin one, which she could evidently tell what it was already by its long, sleek posture.
She always loved playing Quidditch with her Father and her Cousin Fred and Uncle George. She'd love to be a Famous Quidditch player one day. Mother didn't really approve. She said she could do so much better than being a famous Quidditch player, because she had the brains to do anything. Ron thought it was a brilliant idea, and that he'd come and watch every game they played. James and Rose were always in competition at Quidditch, but James always just about won when he was around. Lily Luna wasn't really old enough to play yet, but it had always been her dream.
Rose tore open the paper and underneath revealed not only a broomstick, but a Blackyeld 30, voted one of the best brooms of the year in Broomstix's Quidditch column.
"Oh Mummy! Mummy I love you oh my dear merlin I love you I love you I love you where's Daddy?!" She squealed, rushed with excitement.
"He's in bed, darling. You'll have to wait a while to say thank you, he had a tough night at the Ministry"
"Oh, okay" She whispered, a little disappointed.
Life had changed a lot lately. There seemed to be getting a lot more reports at the Ministry. Ron had more work to do, and everything seemed to be getting more dangerous. There were several scandals about what was going on in the Daily Prophet. People going missing. Mysterious attacks. Ron hardly had time for anything anymore, which depressed Rose a little. She adored her Mum, Dad and Hugo more than anything in the world, but her Dad always treated him little his little girl. He made little witty jokes that made her laugh. He pulled presents out from out of her hair, or behind her ear. He used to have a present for her everyday when he came home from work, and they read a book together before bed. The Tales of Beedle the Bard was their favourite, and she'd probably read it a thousand times over by now. He took her places, and treated her like a princess. But it wasn't like that any more.
She finished unwrapping the rest of her presents. She had new clothes for Hogwarts, new books, as she loved reading, and a lot more, several she hadn't yet opened. Her favourite presents of all were her niffler and her owl. She'd always wanted a niffler since before she could remember, but her mother would never let her. 'They take too much responsibility, Rosie' She would say, but it was gorgeous. It was like a fluffy purple ball with eyes. She sat on Rose's shoulder and rubbed against her face lovingly. Her owl was precious. Her kitten was precious. White and beautiful and snuggled up in her arms. She'd always wanted a owl when she was younger, but now her mind had been changed.
"Rosie?" Hermione called from the kitchen, as she began making breakfast,
"Yes Mum?"
"Would you like to go shopping this afternoon for the rest of your new school things after we've had breakfast, before everyone comes to visit? I don't know how everyone's going to fit in here! Anyway, just me, you and Hugo?"
"Wait, what? I don't want to go girly shopping!" Hugo piped up, looking cross,
"It's not girly shopping, silly. And you have to come if you like it or not, because your father's asleep"
"I'll stay on my own!"
"No means no Hugo!"
He rolled his eyes and walked off.
After they had breakfast, they stepped into the fireplace located in the living room and took some green dust from the jar above.
"Say it clearly, okay? I know you, Hugo. You'll probably end up in Japan or something. 1,2,3 Diagon Alley!"
They all said it in unison and after the fire turned emerald, they soon found themselves in the fireplace of Madam Malkins robe shop.
"This is boring!" Hugo whined, and flopped on a chair near the door.
"You won't be saying it's boring when it's your turn will you?" Hermione questioned and he soon quietened.
Standing on Madam Malkins stool was a boy that looks Rose's age. Platinum blonde hair covered his head and his eyes shone grey. He was a bit taller than Rose, but not much. She stared, and he looked over at her, and smiled. She hadn't had much experience with talking to boys, but she thought he was gorgeous.
When he was finished, it was Rose's turn to get her robes done. As he and his parents headed out the shop, he stopped, and began to speak. He began to speak to Rose.
"Hey"