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A dim light is on in the otherwise dark Borrow from the living room. Eleven year old Rose sat near the fire, her nose buried in a book.
"Rosie, dear," Rose looks up from her book to see her mother, in a pink bathrobe, sit next to her on the couch. "Why are you up so late?"
Rose buries her head in the crook of her mother's arm, "I am just waiting for Dad."
Hermione Weasley suspected there was more to this though. "Is this about Hogwarts," she asks kindly, gently stroking her hand through Rose's bushy red strands.
Rose nods, "Is Dad really going to disown me if I am not in Gryffindor," and Rose's mother laughs.
"No, your father was just joking, Hogwarts is an amazing place and you have been dying to do magic. Besides, Al will be in the same year as you. Now I suggest you get some rest."
"Thanks Mum," Rose tenderly hugs her mother and climbs up the stairs to her bedrooms. Her feet making whispers in the empty hallway.
Hermione sat back and took a breath, and as if on cue, her red-head ducks out of fireplace, still in his work clothes.
Ron sits next to Hermione and kisses her on the cheek, "Worried," he asks, holding her hand.
Hermione shifts closer to him, "How can I not be, this is Rose's first year of school."
Ron pats her hand reassuringly, "Hogwarts is one of the safest place in the world and we also have Neville and Hagrid in Hogwarts. Rose will be amazing, no doubt, with your brains."
Hermione though had one more question, "I would not mean this to be biased and I expect your answer to be unbiased too but, how are the terms of Malfoy. I mean, I think his son is attending this year to Hogwarts too."
Ron looks thoughtfully at his wife and smiles reassuringly, "Malfoy has changed, I still hate his bloody guts but, he has changed. Hopefully his son has some manners and a right mind to not follow the same path as his Grandfather."
Hermione nods and goes into the kitchen to start on breakfast. She figured a five hour head start would help her get her worries off her head.
The Hogwarts Express
Rose woke up jittery and hoping with excitement despite last night. Hogwarts, finally, she had been anticipating these years since her parents told their stories of the moving stairs and talking portraits. She climbs out of bed and changes out of her night gown into a plaid skirt and a white collared shirt. She smooths her too bushy hair, into a tight braid and runs down the stairs to the dining table where her bags greeted her on one side and breakfast on the other. Hugo and the rest of her family sat there as Rose pulls up a chair.
"Hungry," Dad asks, munching down on sausages himself.
"Not really," Rose shakes her head and her stomach, filled with too many butterflies, ignores the toast, jam, eggs, and sausages laid out before her.
"At least eat something," Mum chastise.
Rose sighs and grabs a toast, munching on it impatiently. Her head swarming with the spells she'll be able to do with her new wand and classes.
Mum then starts telling the expectations of what Rose should get ('Pay attention in class and be on the top'). She looks at Dad to add anything but, he was too busy scarfing his food down and getting thirds. Rose and Hugo giggle behind their napkins.
When everybody had finished their food, they all pile into a muggle transportation called a car. Rose found a car weird but, since her Mum was a muggle herself, Rose was comfortable with muggle items.
At Kings Cross, Rose pushes her cart through the barrier, feeling her nerves jingle. The only comfort was that Al was going to come with her and hopefully be in the same house. She opens her eyes and gasps at the red and Black train with the Hogwarts Express looped across it. Rose smiles and lets out a breath she was holding.
"Oi! Rose!"
Al was calling to her. Rose could see behind him was James, who was in his third year, and Lily, who would be going next year. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny stood waving to them. Rose can see the heads and eyes turned to her family, they were the Golden Trio after all.
"Are you ready Rose," Harry asks.
"I guess," Rose smiles brightly.
A loud whistle erupts indicating the train would be leaving soon. Mum hugs Rose and whispers, "I made sandwiches for the way, do good and I expect owls from Pig. I love you"
Rose nods and presses closer, "I love you too."
Dad then hugs Rose and whispers low so Mum can't hear, "Just in case, there is a galleon in your robes."
Rose grins and whispers, "I love you."
"I love you too, Rosie."
Rose turns from her parents prepared to hop on the train with Al right behind her, she catches a glimpse of and unusually pale blond. He catches her eyes and they stare at each other for a while until someone tugs him up. Rose pushes down an incoming blush and clamber into the compartment where James and Al were seated.
A new year had begun and a new story would be made.
The Sorting
"Ugh," Al groans, "I think I ate too many chocolate frogs."
Rose grins, "Well who told you to do so."
The first years had taken off from the train. Rose and her best friend/cousin Al had looked over all those heads to spot a friendly face. Hagrid stood there, with a smile on his face, and his warm black eyes standing out amongst his gray and wild hair.
"Hello Rosie and Albert, y'all look just like yer parents."
Rose beams and follows Hagrid into a wooden boat that sped across the lake. Once across, Rose and Al climb the hill and stand before the grand doors of Hogwarts. It was just a great as she had imagined. The doors open and a Mr. Longbottom greets the first years, and proceeding to wink at Rose and Al.
"Relax Rose," Al says in an attempt to calm Rose down.
Rose just barely manages to nod.
Mr. Longbottom comes in again giving a speech about the sorting but, all Rose can think about is getting sorted. Finally, they are led from the dungeon to the great hall and Rose can't help sneaking glances at the ceiling. The names started to be called on and Rose starts paying attention.
"Bogginham, Jarrow"
A patchy old hat dropped on the head on Jarrow, "RAVENCLAW."
A list of names followed and only one caught her attention, "Malfoy, Scorpius."
A small murmur rippled through and Rose narrowed her eyes. She was aware of her parents (Dad's mostly) stories about the Malfoys and their pureblood line. Then she gasps, he was the one that caught her eye in the station. The last thing she see before the hat gets dropped over his head is his pale blue eyes, looking straight at her.
A second later, "SLYTHERIN," as expected, and the list continued.
"Potter, Albus," Albus climbs the step and I can see his hands shaking so he has to bury them in the folds of his robe.
"Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor table exploded with cheers and finally, "Weasley, Rose."
Rose climbs up the stairs and take a seat. She can see the curious faces of the other people. Ron and Hermione's first child.
Then Rose's eyes covered with black.
Mm, says a voice, not much to think about, is it. Both parents in Gryffindor, then, you must be in,
"GRYFFINDOR."
Rose collapses with relief at the table next to Al and enjoys the heaps of potatoes that Al had forced onto her plate.
Malfoy – Two months later
"That bloody Malfoy," screeches Rose as she slams her books on the table.
Al looks up in aghast, "Oi! You're ruining my pudding."
"Nobody cares about your pudding," she snaps.
Al sighs, "What did he do this time."
"He switched my quill with a prank quill and I ended up getting ink all over my BRAND NEW ROBES!"
Al snickers and Rose slaps him on his arm. "What," Al says, his green eyes big and innocent.
"Oi! Weasel," Malfoy calls out with his gang laughing stupidly behind him, "Did someone set your hair on fire."
Rose was well aware of the state of her red and bushy hair and didn't need a jerk like Malfoy reminding her.
"Malfoy, is you family part albino," she shoots back, her face as red as her hair.
Al sighs and drags her off to her next class before anymore insults could be tossed off.
"Ugh, is he really that hideous," she groans.
"No," Al says casually picking his cuticles.
"What," Rose's eyes were wide in disbelief.
"Actually all the girls pin for him, haven't you noticed," Al asks confused.
"That is ridiculous! If I am ever caught in Malfoy's net, I will buy you the latest broom with my own money!"
"The latest broom," Al's eyes were wide with sarcasm, "I need a matchmaker!"
He scuttles off to Herbology.
"These plants are called a Devil Snare," Professor Longbottom's voice rang out from the Greenhouse. "They can strangle you death, who can tell me how to ward of the Devil Snare."
Rose shot up her hand, but Malfoy had beaten her to it.
"Light can help ward off the Devil Snare," Malfoy smirks. Oh how Rose hated his guts.
"Good Job, Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin."
After class, Rose starts to pack up, Malfoy comes over, "You looked a bit frustrated back there Weasel."
"I hate you, Malfoy."
"I know."
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