Chapter 1:
The Hogwarts Express
Rose wandered down the isle of the Hogwarts Express, trailing behind Albus eagarly. After a long good-bye with her parents, her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry, Lily, and Hugo, she was ready for the adventure that awaited her at hogwarts. Following Albus to an empty compartment, she took a seat and sighed. She was glad he was there for her at all times, he was one of her favorite cousins, being the same age and all.
Staring out the windows, she watched as the train slowly crept by, building speed steadily.
"Look, there they are!"
"Who the red-head and the one with jet-black hair?"
"Yeah!" Rose turned her gaze to a young boy and girl gawking at them through their compartment door.
"Excuse me, do you need something?" She asked polietly, sighing. Her father told her was going to run into something like this.
Instead, they shook there heads and ran down the train isle out of sight. Albus turned towards her grinning. "What was that all about?"
Rose gave him a confused playful look and grinned back. "I have no idea. But Uncle Harry told me something like this would happen."
Albus nodded, sympathectically. "You too then? Father gave us all the speech."
"Hm, speaking of all, have you seen James?" Rose asked, sticking her head out the door searching the empty train isle.
"No, he's probably fiddling with the first years. That James, always goofing around." Albus shook his head with a smirk.
"Ha, well now we now who side of the family he gets it from. Uncle George of course, and probably Uncle Fred, if we knew him unfortunatly."
"Yeah, do you think he was the same? As Uncle George I mean? The same old jokester?" Albus asked.
"Probably, reckon he's the spittin' image as James."
"Yeah..", He mumbled back.
Turning away from, Rose stared quietly out the window. Times like these always felt awkward. Especially talking about their deceased uncle. The way he died was awful, and they espeically didn't like it when their peers asked them questions about it. Turning back towards Albus, Rose gave him a playful grin.
"Hey, wanna practice some magic?" She asked, hoping to change the subject.
At once, Albus's face brightened up and she smiled back in satisfaction. Pulling her wand from her jeans pocket, she cleared her throat and remembered a simple spell her mother taught her.
"Wingardium Leviosa," She mumbled, swishing and flicking her wand in the direction of the quill the was laying on the seat.
Albus laughed to himself, "Ooh! Let me try a charm Aunt Hermione taught me! First break that quill."
Rose slowly set the quill back down, breaking it in half gently.
"Okay, let me give it a go. I haven't tried it yet." He cleared his throat and pointed his wand at the quill.
"Reparo." He muttered, as the quill rose and repaired it self, but left a few peices missing. He frowned at it, confused.