A/N: I know this is really cheesy but I just felt like writing it. And this is my first fan fiction, so please don't be too harsh!
I don't own Harry Potter
I always knew what would happen. I knew it from the moment I stood on platform 9¾ with my husband, and he said the most stupid words possible: "don't get too friendly with him." I mean really, did he forget that our daughter took after her Aunt, who had a stubborn nature and a temper to match? Anyway, the moment he said this I knew Rose and Scorpius would end up together.
When I saw Rose and Scorpius leave the train separately after their first year, I wasn't discouraged.
When I saw them do exactly the same the next year, I wasn't discouraged.
When I saw them bickering next to Albus, who looked uncomfortable, after their third year, I couldn't help but remember how I realised my feelings for Ron during our own third year.
When I saw that after their fourth year they were back to ignoring each other, I was worried – not because I thought I was mistaken, but because I knew my Rosie would be hurting. I had to speak to her, and sure enough, by the time I saw her at Christmas during her fifth year she, Scorpius and Albus had become every bit as close as Harry, Ron and I had once been and in some ways still were.
I watched their friendship develop, and when I saw them holding hands and smiling shyly as they stepped off the Hogwarts Express for the last time, I had the satisfaction of knowing I had been right all the time.
I always knew what would happen, because I am a Mother. And a Mother always knows.