Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling. I am in no way affiliated with her. This is not a profitable work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: This is, in fact, a NextGen Scorpius/Rose, but the summery was intended for another story. Since I'm unable to create new stories, the old story that existed under this title will no longer be, and this story is replacing it. Sorry if that's confusing. But I'll still include that quote.
This might be a bit above K+, due to language, but I could see it passing in a PG movie. So, just warning you. I'd change the rating to T if I could.
Thanks for reading, and sorry again for any confusion. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter One; Dizzy
Rose spun around again, watching her skirt lift up into the air.
"Rose, you're going to make yourself dizzy," her mother said, placing a hand gently on the girl's shoulder and causing the spinning to halt. That it, until the girl shook her hand off and began to spin again.
"I am not," she protested, spinning at full force, "Everyone knows you only get dizzy once you stop spinning, mum. So, as long as I keep on spinning forever and ever-"
"Just be careful not to barf all over your dress, Rosie!" interrupted the little brown haired boy beside her. He was grinning maliciously, but Rose was sure her parents would buy it when he'd say he was just showing concern for her wardrobe or something.
"How about I barf all over you?" she threatened, the skirt of her dress swishing around her legs as she stopped spinning abruptly. She made a move towards him, but suddenly the ground beneath her just wouldn't hold still.
"Not dizzy, are you, Rose?" Cheeks bright red, Rose ignored the comment, looking up to see her father entering the room.
"Who is that?" the man asked in feigned confusion, leaning back and pointing at Rose. He was very, very tall, and his hair was getting a little thin in the front, but was still a flaming red. His eyes were bright blue, and he looked with them first at his wife, then at his young son, who had inherited his hair.
"When," her father continued, "did we become acquainted with royalty?"
Rose's little brother started giggling, and Rose could only beam. "Dad," she said, rolling her eyes, "I know you know it's me-Rosie."
He made an exaggerated, elegant bow, then tipped his hat to the little girl. "Well, pleased to meet you, Princess Rosie. I love your new dress, I'm glad Mum let you buy it."
"Ronald, you know how I feel about dresses!" her mother warned, then turned to look at her again, "But, of course, you do look lovely, dear."
Rose liked the dress even more knowing she almost didn't get it. It was like she'd won it. Her mother was always hesitant to let her get inherently girly things, which she wasn't bothers about for the most part, except she adored dresses. This one was pale yellow sun-dress, with little blue flowers embroidered onto the hem and a think blue ribbon forming a bow along the neckline.
It was the perfect dress for school-shopping, she decided, as she stepped into the fireplace after her brother.