19 years had passed since Rose's uncle Harry had been a student at Hogwarts, but still his name echoed through the school's stone walls. Towering trophy cases held his name encased in gold, along with the plaque that hung above the entrance to the great hall. Rose was staring at the plaque, reading the latin inscribed along its edge, when Albus ran into her from behind.
"Sorry," Albus mumbled "I was just wondering what it said."
"It's fine Albus" sighed Rose "Well, it goes on and on about his achievements for the first little bit-"
"Not that anyone needs to hear more about that." James had appeared beside her looking disapprovingly at the plaque. For a moment they all stood, gazing at the moving picture of Harry smiling down at them. Albus in awe, Rose in thought, and James (of course) as if there were many thing he would much rather be doing with his precious time. Just as he was about to turn away however, and go and do some of these things, he was stopped by a familiar figure stepping elegantly up the stone steps. James bit his lip, turning to his brother and cousin "Well, nice talking to you! Gotta go!" He whispered, before making off into the great hall as fast as his feet could carry him.
Rose frowned "Well that was rather abrupt now wasn't it?" she wondered allowed.
"I must agree, , quite so" an aged voice muttered from behind them.
Rose and Albus jumped, spinning around to see the speaker. An old lady stood before them, she wore the standard wizarding robes and a pair of reading glasses, balanced at the tip of her nose.
"You must be Professor McGonagall, I'm Rose Granger-Weasley, or Rose Granger, Rose Weasley is fine too." blurted Rose, before abruptly closing her mouth and staring at the ground.
Albus didn't make a sound. He had heard a lot about Prof. McGonagall, and he didn't know quite what his first impression should be.
But to both Albus and Rose's surprises, a small smile played along the Headmistresses lips "Well Ms. Weasley-Granger, I think I'll call you " Minerva smiled to herself again, it had been along time since she had enjoyed the pleasure of saying of calling a student "and don't be shy, you remind me of your mother, the same goes for you Albus Potter. I taught your father for 7 years, don't think I wouldn't recognize one of his sons on sight."
Albus looked up surprised, he wasn't used to being noticed, next to his brother James, it was as if he didn;t exist! "I- I'm sorry Professor, I didn't mean to be rude."
"That's fine for now , but I do hope you can manage to raise your head high at this school. After all, you are the son of Harry the way, it is time to head in for the sorting ceremony, good luck" With a curt nod of the head, the professor strode off without a word more.
Rose and Albus were suddenly overcome by a river of first years, pushing them through the great doors and into the hall. Albus fought to stay near Rose, walking both forwards and sideways.
"Hey, Rose- What did that inscription say anyway?"
"Rebus gestis tuis aequaverit, may your achievements equal his."