Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Just their children's personalities. Oh and Eris Yaxley and Daniella Dolohov and Jenna Boot.

Rose Granger-Weasly was far from stupid. She was quite brilliant actually, much like her mother, Hermione. Not only did she inherit the insatiable thirst for knowledge and curly hair, she also inherited her mother's inquisitive nature.

She had been washing her face when an owl flew in, a birthday card from her dad. It was her 15th birthday. Rose never paid much attention to birthdays and sometimes had forgotten the date on several occasions. Like that morning. But as she closed the card, she couldn't help but smirk as she saw the chicken scratch scrawl where her father had written his name. Ron Weasly. War hero.

Rosie love, hope you have a wonderful day!

Happy Birthday

Love Dad

The owl was carrying a sack full of gold. Her father never knew what to get her. In fact, she only knew what the card said was because it was the same message year after year. Otherwise, his handwriting was just too awful. She was grateful that she got her neat penmanship from her mother.

While the owl flew away, another came carrying a relatively big box. Rose knew this was from mum. She put away her wash cloth and opened the package on the spot. Her mother had enlarged the box to hold much more than it looked like it could hold. Rose didn't go through it, but was equally satisfied to see books and clothes. She smiled and went back to the mirror.

"Oh no," she moaned. There were dark circles under her eyes. Last thing she needed was to look like her mum when she got home from the ministry. People always said she looked like her mum. Talked like her too. And that's when it began. A little question, born from her inquisitive mature.

What had she gotten from her father?

In the genes department of course.

Rose looked in the mirror deeply. She certainly didn't have his nose. It was upturned and pointed, aristocratic. Grandma Molly claimed it was from some pureblood ancestor of her father's. Her mouth? No, that was all Hermione. Not overly small, but plump with the natural hue of roses. Ears? Small. Everyone said it was from Aunt Ginny. Cheekbones? Her Grandma Jane.

The more Rose peered in the mirror did she realize she looked absolutely nothing like her father. Wait! Her blue eyes! That definitely was his. Rose smiled. What else had she gotten?

The love of mischief was surely from Uncle George and her late Uncle Fred. Dedication from mum. She didn't have her father's slight stammer, his appetite, or love of Chudley Cannons. Don't get it wrong, Rose loved, loved, Qudditch. Surely she had gotten that from her father.

Rose pushed the thoughts away as she stepped in her dorm room and gathered her clothes for the school day. Her roommate was still asleep so Rose was quiet. She buttoned up her white oxford, stuffed it into her favorite black skirt, pulled on her knee high argyle socks, and fitted her feet into her shoes. Rose brushed her hair, an excellent blonde (courtesy of Grandma Jane who was a platinum blonde herself) to keep it from frizzing into the curls she got from her mother. Her roommate got up and quirked an eyebrow as she saw Rose was nearly finished getting ready. Rose's roommate was Eris Yaxley (yes, the Death Eater was her granddaddy). Despite her Death Eater roots, Eris proved to be a good and reliable friend to Rose. Maybe a little outrageous and ruthless at times, but Eris was in her own way, loyal.

Eris was taller than Rose, who stood petite (again, from Hermione), with the same pale skin most purebloods sported. Her hair was a gorgeous coal black, straight and thick. "What time is it?" Eris asked, removing herself from bed.

"6:54," Rose answered. Eris made a face. "Why are you so early?" she asked.

"Because! I don't want to be late!" Rose cried for the thousandth time. Eris took out a towel from her trunk and a pair of pink slippers. She glared at Rose through her sleepy blue eyes and stuck her tongue out at her roommate.

"How Gryffindor of you, Rose." Eris jokingly teased.

"I get it from my parents." Rose replied. Eris took something out of the trunk and flung it at Rose's head. It hit hard, as intended.

"Ouch!" Rose exclaimed and reached to pick up the package while rubbing her head. It was covered in pink wrapping paper. Rose looked at Eris, "What the hell was that for?"

Eris shrugged. "Happy Birthday Rose!" and disappeared into the bathroom.

Rose smirked as Eris shut the door behind her. Despite the bump on her head, Eris was not so completely self absorbed as her other friends as let's say, Molly and Victoire, not to forget her birthday. Rose opened the gift to gasp in delight.

It was a book.

Make that three books.

Three very expensive and rare books.

Rose had been chattering about the trilogy for ages as a girl would about a boy. She never knew Eris was listening. But she felt touched that she did. Rose stuffed the books in her trunk and left the room only to rush in a few moments later, having forgotten her tie.

Rose yanked the blasted thing around her neck and tied the silver and green cloth around her thin neck. Yes, silver and green.

Rose Weasly was a Slytherin.

The Great Hall was not full yet, but her brother Hugo (Third year) and cousin James Potter (Seventh Year) were sitting down. James was in Gryffindor, Hugo (thank Circe) was in Slytherin.

But they were one big happy family and house rivalries weren't as tense as their parents' time. Until Qudditch season started to pick up.

She plopped down next to Hugo. "Pass the toast, Hue," she asked, using his preferred nickname. Whatever possessed their parents to use Hugo as her brother's name was obviously evil and had a wonderfully horrible sense of humor. Hugo simply asked to be called Hue. But their parents would insist on Hugo.

Despite their naming troubles (Rose was common place enough), their parents were remarkable, really. War heroes. Stood along their Uncle Harry in the war, brave and true. Rose's classmates had been in awe of her when she first arrived, as well as her teachers. But her cousin James Potter had come to Hogwarts before her so it wasn't nearly as much as a shock for everyone. The aging Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Longbottom were extremely fond of Rose and James. But as predicted, the two were horribly mischievous as their ancestors. James reminded McGonagall so much of his namesake with the same unruly hair and brown eyes. Rose, despite being blonde, was just as fast as her mother in the classroom, shooting her hand up to answer every question. But it was their parents that amazed McGonagall, the fact they had all been able to move on.

It was cool to hear Professor Binns drone on and on about the Second Wizard and then point at her, declaring that her father and mother had saved the Wizarding World. Her chest would swell up in pride. Imagine how James, Albus, and Lily felt.

But the Weasly offspring were born in a time of great happiness, never truly understanding what their parents went through. Their parents weren't too keen on information. Uncle Harry did come by and give awesome week long lectures right before Christmas break though.

"Sleep alright?" Hue asked. Rose shrugged. "Enough. Arthimancy and Ancient Runes have me up the wall. Not to mention OWLS later this year."

"Morning!" James plopped next to them. She smiled at her cousin. He was tall and gangly like Uncle Harry with Ginny's blue eyes and their Qudditch qualities combined. And just like Grandpa James, was a total heart breaker.

"Morning," Hue mumbled as he flipped through a book. James looked at Rose before bursting out, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Rose laughed and hugged James, her favorite cousin. "Thanks, but I'm just going to keep it on the down low for a while. I don't want people knowing."

"Rose, you never want people to know when it's your birthday." James pointed out.

"He's right," Hue said behind his book. Rose glared at her brother. He always agreed with James.

'Well, I've got to go and start try outs for a new Chaser." James was captain.

"Still won't help you beat Slytherin." Rose smirked. James blew a raspberry at her. The last 4 years Gryffindor had come second place, Ravenclaw and Slytherin taking turns beating them. He walked away just as the crowd was settling in, brushing past another particular fifth year.

Rose's eyes narrowed a bit as this fifth year came over near the Slytherin table and sat near them. She had been appointed prefect for Slytherin.

The other was Scorpius Malfoy.

He was nice enough. But the boy had an everlasting broomstick up his ass ever since he beat her once in Dueling Club. Rose had been number one for a while and there stepped in Scorpius Malfoy.

She was distracted by the flurry of classmates walking in. Eris came and sat next to her, immediately taking whatever was left of Rose's toast. Daniella Dolohov came and sat down across, pouring herself some morning tea.

"I swear if Longbottom assigns us one more Herbology essay, I'm going to hex that Gryffindor's ass and his children so hard he'll be feeling it twenty years later." Daniella hissed, ever the Death Eater grandchild.

"I just hope Lit goes by fast today." Eris snorted.

Lit was short for Magical Literature. It had been instilled after the war, a class specifically designed to expose the children to works of literature that Muggles loved and adored as classics but were secretly written by wizards.

Shakespeare? Some muggles claimed he could've have written as much as he did.

Answer: Time Turners

And it was Romeo&Juliet this term. She groaned as she realized she had left her book in the dorm room until Eris took it out and chucked it at her head.

"Oooo, owls!" Parcels and letters dropped in front of Rose, all from friends and family.

There was a pretty green wrapped one with a gorgeous quill and note book set from Daniella, who loved to write like Rose. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny sent her Honeydukes chocolate and book on Advanced Defense of Dark Arts. Uncle George and Aunt Angelina sent a whole box of the finest Weaslys' Wizard Wheezes products and a boom cleaning kit. Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey sent a pretty watch that not only told the time but warned her of appointments. Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur sent a collection of exclusive French perfume and a scarf that changed color to complement anything you were wearing. Uncle Charlie sent a pair of custom fitted Dragon hide boots. And lastly Grandad and Grandma gave her homemade fudge and a blue sweater.

Pretty good haul this year.

Rose sent the owls to her room and left with her friends to Lit, whom they had with Ravenclaw. Their teacher was Dennis Creevy.

"Has everyone finished Act One?' Professor Creevy asked once everyone settled down. The class murmured a collective yes and he clapped his hands in joy. A few minutes later and they were acting out a scene in groups. Creevy walked around to check on their progress and quickly called out Scorpius, Rose, and Jenna Boot to act out a scene with Juliet, her mother and father.

The class was staring at the three strangely, enjoying the performance. The three got extra credit and were bouncing as they made their way to Potions.

"What were you all laughing at?" Rose asked as she added salamander blood. Eris giggled.

"You and Scorpius, oh my gosh," Eris laughed. Rose made a face.

"Relax, she's laughing cause you two looked like siblings when you were playing husband and wife. She spent the entire time joking about incest. Not that she can." Daniella snapped. Eris frowned.

"Purebloods stopped doing their brothers long before I was born." She sniffed and chopped up some snake eyes. Rose rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean, look the same?"

"Well," Daniella started, "You both smirked at the same time, you're both blonde,"

"You two are crazy. I mean, Scorpius? As if," she responded.

Potions were bottled and brought up to Professor Patil as they trickled out. It was lunch but the girls decided to feast on the chocolate in their dorms before heading to Transfiguration and Astronomy.

Daniella was sucking on a orange crème filled bon bon as Rose flipped through the yearbook from last year, between Scorpius and her.

"There's no way we look alike." Rose protested. Eris kept pointing. "You do!"

"Either way, that dad of his is positively yum." Daniella winked.

Draco Malfoy, still filthy rich still had the body to grace the covers of the numerous Wizarding magazines. He talked business and economics, still looking as hot as he could in his suits.

"Nasty Dan," Rose said as Daniella pulled out one Galleon Gains and kissed the cover.

Eris took the magazine and squinted as she compared Draco Malfoy's face and Rose's.

"Yup, nose, hair color, even eye color." Eris said and put the magazine down, starting to talk about a cute dress she found without realizing her effect on Rose.

Rose marched to the mirror and side by side compared Draco's face to hers.

To her horror, the nose was the same. Upturned and snobbish. The hair was the same shade. And even the ears looked identical. Rose paled and sat down.

Rose looked at the box her mother sent her.

Mum, what have you done?

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