Taking a walk on
memory lane Taking a walk on memory lane Taking a walk on memory lane Taking a walk on memory lane
isn't all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory
lane
I see the sunrays.
isn't
all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no
fear.
not a drop of rain in
sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
everything is
alright.
is where I want you
to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong
all lifelong.
Rose Weasley sat with her parents and brother at their kitchen table, eating breakfast. Her mother, Hermione Granger Weasley, was currently having a heated argument with Rose's father, Ron Weasley. Rose and her younger brother, Hugo, sat quietly, eating toast with marmalade and scrambled eggs.
"Honestly Ronald! I've told you a thousand times!" Her mum ranted loudly. Rose rolled her eyes. Her parents bickered even more than she and Hugo did, and that was saying something. She flicked her soft brown curls over her shoulder with annoyance. Her bright blue eyes that were usually sparkling with excitement (i.e. during a Quidditch game), were dull with boredom. She twitched her freckle-dusted nose in her parent's direction, a sign that this conversation was irking her to no end.
This whole situation reminded Rose of another morning like this one, and so she took a trip down memory lane…
FLASHBACK
She was sitting at the breakfast table, five years younger. Her mum and dad were fighting again, and Rose's face was leaning into the palm of her hand, obviously bored to death.
Suddenly, an owl came swooping through the window, dropped a letter on Rose's empty plate and flew right out the window. Rose's parents immediately silenced and stared at the fancy envelope with her name on it in loopy black letters.
Rose turned the envelope over and saw a crest with a lion, a badger, an eagle and a snake on it with a large 'H'. Her dad grinned, glancing sideways at his wife. Rose ripped the envelope open and squealed with joy. It was her Hogwarts letter.
The fireplace turned green and out came Albus and James Potter, her cousins. Albus, or Al for short, was grinning manically.
"Did you get it?" He asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah! You?" She answered gleefully. He nodded.
Rose sat down on the nearest chair and stared at the letter that was still in her hands. The bottom read;
"Until September 1st,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress"
Rose frowned. "Dad, didn't you say the Headmaster's name was Dumbledore?" She asked. Her father hesitated, and glanced at her mum, who shooed Hugo up to his room and invited Albus and James to sit down. She then nodded at her father, who began to tell her everything, starting from a dreary Halloween night in 1981.
Then she was in Diagon Alley, getting measured for her new Hogwarts robes, and off again to Flourish and Blotts, the Apothecary, and to many others wizarding shops.
The scene then changed. She was standing at Platform 9¾, bubbling with excitement.
'I'm going to Hogwarts!' She thought happily. 'With Al and James too!' James was a third year, but she hoped she would see her older cousin often as well. Rose had run through the barrier with a determined look on her face and then emerged on the Platform, where she was standing now.
Rose found her cousins, James, Albus and Lily, who was 9, and their parents, Harry and Ginny Potter. Rose waved enthusiastically at them, smiling hugely. Al spotted her first and waved back.
Turning around, she caught a glimpse of the Hogwarts Express, emitting smoke and tooting loudly. She zoned out from her family and surroundings as she stared at it in awe. She was suddenly brought back down to earth as she heard her dad talking to her.
"…Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you inherited your mother's brains."(HPDH, Epilogue, pg. 756) He said quietly, looking at a family of three standing not too far away. There was a man, around her father's age, with slick blond hair that was slightly receding. The woman next to him, who must be his wife, had short black hair and a pointy face. In between them was a boy who looked like he was just starting Hogwarts as well. He looked much like his father, except his blond hair was messy and a little longer and his eyes were a pale grey. Rose wondered who he was.
Suddenly Rose heard a loud whistle. Hugs were being given all around, and soon, she was on the train, sitting with Albus and a boy named William Finnegan. Rose and Albus became good friends with him.
Then she was standing in line in the Great Hall. William, or Will as she began to call him, was sorted into Gryffindor. Rose listened intently to the names of the students, determined to remember all their names.
"Scorpius Malfoy." Called the professor. Rose gasped at the name. She recognized it from the story that her father told her a week ago. Then, the boy from the Platform walked up to the Sorting Hat and was sorted into Slytherin. Rose thought he didn't look much like the son of a Death Eater, but felt a growing hatred bubbling up inside of her. His father nearly killed Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard ever known!
Then Albus was called up and was sorted into Gryffindor. 'I had better get into Gryffindor' she thought silently.
"Rose Weasley." Rose walked up to the Sorting Hat and put it on.
"Another Weasley, is it? Lots of intelligence, I see, but you still belong in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word. Rose sighed with relief and ran to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Al and grinned at him. Across the hall, she noticed Scorpius Malfoy glaring at her. Apparently his father had told him his side of the story. She glared right back at him.
END FLASHBACK
Rose fell out of her stupor as she heard a whoosh of wings and two letters fell on the kitchen table. She and Hugo immediately grabbed for them and ripped them open.
There was the usual letter about when the train would leave, and the list of required books, but then, another piece pf parchment fell out of the ripped envelope. Rose picked it up.
"Dear Ms, Weasley,
I am delighted to inform you that you have been chosen as one of the Gryffindor prefects this year. Please report to the Heads compartment on the 1st of September for further details from the Head Boy and Girl.
Good luck,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress"
Rose gawped at the letter, then picked up the envelope and turned it upside down. A red and gold Prefect's badge clattered onto the kitchen table. Rose's mum caught sight of it and squealed.
"Oh, my baby is a Prefect! Quick, let's call the Potter's!" She said excitedly. Rose rolled her eyes again. Being Prefect wasn't really a big deal…
Author's Note: Hiya! New story, yay, nothing is mine except the plot and the unrecognizable characters… Well so far all the characters are recognizable, I think, so I'll save that for the next chapter. Anyways, poem at the top is by Lost Sierra from . Most poems I'll be putting for other chapters will be from there too. Please review!!