Hello all!

I have been wanting to write a Rose/Scorpius for a while now and when this idea came to me, I started writing. I think it's different then anything I've ever seen on here and I have some ideas for a really good plot line. So read it and let me know if you think i should continue or not :)

ONE

May 2, 1998

"Ron! Ron run!" Hermione turned back, her heart racing as she watched the wave of Death Eaters come running at them. Ron lay on the ground, having fallen over somebody's body that was sprawled along the grass. Bending down she grabbed Ron's hand and yanked him up from the ground, glancing back up at the Death Eaters quickly approaching before her and Ron ran at a full sprint in the opposite direction.

They never ran from anything. As Gryffindor's, they always stood their ground and fought for what was right. They weren't afraid to run because they had the courage of a Gryffindor built into them. But now, everything was different.

Not even an hour ago they were standing next to their best friend, next to Harry, ready to fight Voldemort. They were ready to face anything head on, the belief that Harry could defeat him staying strong in their heads. They were ready to watch Voldemort and his followers fall to the ground in defeat, those who remained going to Azkaban where they could never bother another person again. They were ready to celebrate, to end this war and finally move on with their lives.

But instead, they were forced to retreat into The Forbidden Forest, dodging spells, curses, trees, branches, and rocks to reach the outskirts of Hogwarts ground, where they could freely apparate to somewhere safe. And as they ran, they were forced to leave the body of their best friend behind them, along with every string of bravery and courage they had that wanted to run and save Harry from the humiliation that Voldemort would put him through.

Harry would have wanted them to survive, to stay out of Voldemort's grasps and to stay safe. Ron and Hermione knew this, which is why they ran. With heavy hearts and tear stained eyes, they left their best friend behind them along with everybody else they loved who hadn't managed to escape.

"Hermione look!" Ron yelled over the screams and cries of pain coming from around them. "Everybody's apparating!" They glanced at each other, grabbing a hold of each other's hands as Hermione quickly apparated them away from Hogwarts grounds. With a crack, they landed face first on a cold, hardwood floor. Ron looked around, quickly taking in his surroundings and realizing that he was in a kitchen. "Where are we?" He asked with a hoarse voice.

"My home." Hermione said sadly as she glanced around at the place she grew up, a place she hadn't seen in over a year.

Ron stood up, facing Hermione and placing a hand on her shoulder as he watched her head turn to glance around the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice the tear's building back up in her eyes and the sadness in her voice. He knew what was on her mind, because he was thinking of the same thing. "Are you okay?" Hermione finally forced her eyes to connect with Ron's, and when she did, she immediately regretted it. Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head no, and Ron quickly pulled her into a tight embrace. With her hands pressed against his chest, Hermione cried harden then she ever cried before. "Shhhh." Ron said in the most soothing voice he could muster, silent tears now freely running down his cheeks as well. "It's going to be okay."

Hermione's whole body shook as Ron ran his hands up and down her back. "It wasn't supposed to end like this." She managed to say through her tears. "Harry wasn't supposed to die." Ron didn't know what to say. She was right. Harry was supposed to live, he wasn't supposed to die. They never had a plan thought up in the case that Harry was defeated by Voldemort, and now that he was, they were clueless. Now that they were out of the battle, they could finally see things clearly. If they didn't do something, anything, they would be found and they would be killed. No doubt that they, Harry Potter's best friends, would be one of the very first people Voldemort would want to find.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked.

Just as she spoke, a horse, bright white and transparent suddenly appeared in the kitchen. It was a patronus, and one that they both recognized. "Ginny?" Ron asked out loud, releasing his grip on Hermione suddenly. The horse lifted its head into the air before speaking.

"Those of us who are left are at The Burrow. We all grabbed as many people as we could save and apparated away. We have a plan. Meet us at Shell Cottage in an hour."

Ron and Hermione watched as the patronus nodded her head before disappearing out of thin air. "We're going to go." Ron said after a few silent seconds in response to Hermione's question. "We're going to go, and we're going to survive."

May 3, 1998

"You are a traitor, Narcissa Malfoy."

"No, My Lord, please-"

"Silence!" Narcissa Malfoy cowered from the ground, her eyes staring up at Voldemort with fright. "You lied to me. You told me that the Potter boy was dead when he wasn't." Narcissa shook her head from the ground. "You almost cost me my life and this war."

"My Lord, please, I made a mistake. I never meant to betray you."

"A mistake, you say?"

"Yes, My Lord."

Voldemort smirked down at Narcissa, sending chills up and down her spine. "Well then perhaps I made a mistake allowing you and your family to join my side. Perhaps I never should have allowed your son and your husband to become Death Eaters."

"Please, My Lord-" As Narcissa spoke, her eyes shot over towards her husband for help, before turning back to Voldemort, only fear present in her blue orbs.

"As I'm sure you know, Narcissa, once you become a servant of Lord Voldemort, you stay a servant of mine until death." Voldemort stared down at the shaking woman at his feet. "And you see, the thing is, I don't want you as my servant anymore." Narcissa shook her head slightly, tears now freely falling from her face. "Now, what should we do about this little predicament?"

"My Lord, if I may-." Voldemort shot his head up and his eyes locked with Lucius Malfoy's. "My wife made a simple mistake, and I speak for her when I ask you to give her your forgiveness." Voldemort said nothing, instead just glared back at Lucius. "Please don't kill my wife, My Lord."

Voldemort laughed, a cruel laughed that sent chills up and down the spines of the whole Malfoy family. "You speak for your wife like you still have authority in my rein over this world." Lucius said nothing, instead, he shrunk back slightly into the crowd. "You have made mistakes yourself Lucius, some that I have been able to overlook for the time being, but never forgive."

"Please-"

"Silence!" Voldemort shouted. "You and your family have been a thorn in my side since the beginning of this war. You, Lucius, failed to return to me when the signs that I was returning became ever so clear, as well as failing to get the prophecy from a bunch of school children." Voldemort glared at Lucius at the memory, stepping over Narcissa's cowering body and slowly approaching the man he was talking to. "Your son failed to fill in your footsteps, killing Albus Dumbledore, while you were captured and sent to Azkaban." Voldemort pointed his finger over at Draco, who was standing in the corner, his eyes wide with fear as he watched Voldemort take his anger out on his family. "It was because of him that our spy on the inside had to reveal himself."

"My Lord, Draco was just a boy." Lucius pleaded.

Voldemort snickered, shaking his head at Lucius. "He wasn't any younger then you, my old friend, when you joined my side and became a Death Eater." Lucius still kept quiet; keeping his eyes focused on Voldemorts. "I'm tired of the mistakes coming from your side of the family Lucius."

"There won't be any more mistakes My Lord, I give you my word."

"I don't need your word Lucius." Voldemort snapped. "I already know there won't be any mistakes because your family won't be around to make them any longer."

"Please My Lord-"

"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light filled the room, followed by the sound of Lucius's body hitting the ground. Draco and Narcissa watched with wide eyes as Lucius lay lifelessly on the ground before the man he followed.

"No, Lucius!" Narcissa cried. She attempted to stand up and run at her husband, but Voldemort sent her back on the ground with a flick of his wand. With a cry of pain, Draco watched as his mother's body shook on the ground from the affects of the cruciatus curse.

It seemed to be over within seconds, Voldemort now standing over Narcissa, his wand pointed at her heart. "Please, My Lord." Narcissa begged. "I beg of you, give us another chance."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Draco couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just stand there and watched his whole family get murdered. Pushing through the crowd that surrounded his mum and Voldemort, Draco sprinted towards the center, grabbing onto his mother's shaking hand and blocking her from Voldemort. If he was going to die, then he was going to go down as a hero, something he had always wanted to be but never had the courage to do so. "Get out of the way boy!"

"Please, my mother has done nothing wrong. She only did what she did because she wanted to make sure I was safe. She made a mistake, My Lord, and even though she did, Harry Potter is dead at your hands anyway. What my mother did was foolish, My Lord, but nothing bad has come from it."

"Nothing bad…?" Voldemort questioned. "Nothing bad?!" He yelled this time, flicking his wand and sending Draco falling to the floor with the screams of a person being tortured by the cruciatus curse. With another flick of his wand, the pain stopped and Draco could feel two sets of hands pulling him up from the ground and restraining him by his arms as they pulled him back into the crowd. As the blurriness disappeared from his eyes, Draco was finally able to open them and he glanced up to see Voldemort glaring at him.

"Please-" Draco immediately started to beg, but Voldemort cut him off.

"Silence!"He snapped. "You're a fool Draco Malfoy, and what you just said to me proves that. Your mother lied to me, and by doing so, she prevented me from doing numerous things. If she had revealed to me that Harry Potter was alive instead of lying to me, I could have easily killed him and then returned to Hogwarts to kill all his remaining friends and followers. However, your mother did not, and by doing so, I have lost some of Harry Potter's greatest followers."

"Please-"

"You ask me to forgive her for being the biggest traitor I've ever had the pleasure to kill as your father lays lifeless on the ground for something as simple as being a thorn in my side." Voldemort paused, glaring at Draco with his wand pointed at Narcissa. "So no, I cannot forgive your mother."

He turned his back on Draco and rounded Narcissa, her eyes on Draco. As Voldemort stood behind Narcissa, he stopped, bringing his wand down towards her back. Just before the words left his mouth, Narcissa smiled at Draco, mouthing 'I love you' before the room was filled with green and she fell lifelessly to the ground as well. "No!" Draco yelled, pulling and pushing against the Death Eaters holding him to get away, to hold his mother one last time and tell him that he loved her as well. "No, let me go!"

"Enough!" Voldemort yelled, standing in front of Draco within seconds. He brought the tip of his wand up and placed it under Draco's chin, forcing him to look into his snake like eyes. "I could kill you as well, you know." Draco said nothing, allowing the tears to freely fall from his face. He didn't care that he looked weak and he could honestly say that at that moment, he didn't care that Voldemort could kill him. He had just murdered everything that Draco had left in the world. There wasn't even any point in living. "But, now that I think about it, I don't think I will." Voldemort chuckled. "If I asked you to fill in your father's footsteps again, could you do so without failing me this time?" Draco just stared back at Voldemort. "Could you?!"

"Yes." Draco said out of instinct. When Voldemort asked you to do something, you didn't say no. "Yes, My Lord."

"The remaining members of the order, including Potter's little sidekicks, are out there somewhere, most likely in hiding. Fill in your father's footsteps and fix the mistake that your mother created. I'm putting you in charge of the scouting group. Find the remaining Order and Potter's little friends, and you can consider yourself forgiven."

"Yes, My Lord."

Voldemort nodded at the two Death Eaters holding Draco, and they immediately let him go. "This meeting is over. Everybody return to your post!" Voldemort yelled, watching as everybody left the room, save for himself and Draco, who was now staring down at the dead body of his mother. "Oh, and Draco…?" Voldemort called before leaving. Draco looked up, his tear stained eyes landing on Voldemorts. "Take care of these bodies while you're at it."

Draco said nothing, watching as Voldemort left the room, chuckling to himself. It didn't take long for Draco to fall to the ground besides his parents. Sitting on his knees, he grabbed a hold of his mother's hand and cried like a baby. He didn't know what he was thinking when he agreed to be Voldemort's scouting group leader. Glancing down at the body of his parents, he knew that there wasn't any reason left to live, but he knew that if he did allow Voldemort to kill him, his parents would never forgive themselves, especially his father, dead or not.

With another sob, Draco swore at that moment that he was going to continue to live. He was going to stay on Voldemort side, search for Weasley and Granger, and when he found them, he would start the one thing his parents were to afraid to start: a rebellion. And if, along the way, he so happened to fall in love with someone and have a son or daughter, he was going to make sure they didn't suffer through the same thing he had to. Their life was going to be different, and he would be damned if he allowed Voldemort to make him into the same thing Lucius had become.

May 2, 1998

"We need to hide Arthur." Mrs. Weasley spoke softly to her husband, the few remaining people still left in the Order sitting around the table with them. "We can't fight anymore… at least not yet."

"We shouldn't just give up just because Harry was… because Harry passed." Bill Weasley spoke up. "We should continue to fight."

"For what reason, son?" Arthur asked.

"'For what reason'?" Bill repeated. "To stop them from continuing to win. If we stop fighting now, it's like we're giving up. We can't just sit around with the knowledge that You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters are going to be out there killing innocent people."

"If we go out there and fight, then we'll become the people we're trying to protect." Kingsley Shaklebot added.

"We shouldn't let the fighting die with Harry." Bill added, continuing to fight.

"Harry was the reason that so many people stood up against You-Know-Who in the first place." Arthur said. "If we can still find people who want to fight, it'll be hard, son. Right now, there's too many of them and too little of us."

"We can't just sit here." Bill whined.

"Bill, I know you want to go and fight, but right now we all need to think about what's best." Molly said, placing her hand on top of her son's for comfort. "There are children here, students, people we saved who just can't fight anymore." Molly looked in towards Bill's sitting room, glancing around at all the faces of the Hogwartians who stayed behind to fight or snuck back into the castle to assist in the battle. They were the lucky ones, ones who ended up surviving after Harry was killed and ended up next to an order member, able to hold onto them as they apparated them to safety. "We need to keep them safe. That's our main priority right now."

"But-"

"Molly's right." Kingsley interrupted. "We can fight later, but right now we need to hide, stay somewhere safe where You-Know-Who and his followers can't find us."

"Where can we hide?" Hermione asked, coming into the conversation for the first time.

"I say we head northeast." Kingsley said, reaching inside his robe and pulling out a small map of England. "We're here, in Cornwall." He pointed down towards Cornwall using his finger. "From here we can head up through Devon and then hit Somerset." Everybody watched Kinglsey's finger pass over the map.

"What will we do once we're there?" Ron asked.

Kingsley sighed. "I'm sure once were there we'll be able to find a nice secluded spot in the woods, somewhere where Death Eaters who happen to be passing over can't see us. The hills should give us protection as well as a perfect view of our surroundings should anything happen."

"Then what?" Ginny asked.

"We start over." Arthur spoke this time, getting a nod from Kingsley.

"Start over?" Bill asked, a look of shock on his face.

"We'll build our own society, our own sanctuary. We'll build homes, schools, shops, and businesses, we'll assign jobs and we'll build the world we love all over again. We can continue to live our lives just like everything would have been if You-Know-Who was killed."

"It won't be the same." Ginny said.

"Of course it won't be." Ron replied to her comment. "We'll live in hiding for the rest of our lives and we'll be building a world inside of another world that's too dangerous for us to even walk in. It's not going to be perfect, but it'll be better then constantly running away."

There was silence for a few seconds before Arthur spoke. "Well said Ron."

"I say we gather up all the necessities and then head out in the morning." Kingsley said, now standing up. "We'll need some rest before tomorrow, but we need to move on out before any Death Eaters figure out where we are and come looking for us."

Everybody nodded in agreement, some, like Bill, a little more reluctant, but in the end, agreed with the plan anyway. It was the only one that made sense really, and the only one that gave them the longest chance of survival. When the room cleared out, Ron turned to Hermione and ran a hand through her hair. She leaned into it, glancing up into the blue eyes of the man she loved. "Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"I'll be fine eventually. This has just been… hard." Hermione said sadly.

"Don't worry." Ron said, kissing her on her forehead. "Everything is going to be okay. We'll leave tomorrow and help establish a good permanent hiding place, then we can start the rest of our lives together." Hermione smiled slightly at Ron's idea. "We'll do the jobs were assigned and help to keep us and the rest of the group safe. Maybe after a while, after things start to settle down more, we can settle down as well, maybe have a couple kids."

"I've always wanted a daughter." Hermione said, leaning against Ron's chest as he held her tightly.

"Me too." Ron sighed. "This whole plan of Kingsley's might not be a bad idea after all. At least we get to spend the rest of our lives together, if everything goes well."

"You're right Ron. It sounds like an amazing plan."

MAY 21, 2000

"I'm pregnant."

Draco's breath hitched in his throat as the words left his wife's mouth. He stared back at her, his look of utter shock quickly disappearing, only to be replaced with a huge grin. He barely gave Astoria a chance to say anything before he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her into the air, spinning her in circles. She laughed as he spun her around, wrapping her legs around his waist when he started to slow down, placing her hands on his cheeks to plant a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, his arms on her bottom, holding her up as her legs were still wrapped around his waist.

When they released the kiss, Draco couldn't help but continue to smile at his wife. "Are you sure?" He asked.

Astoria nodded, her green eyes were as bright as the smile on her face. "You're going to be a father." Draco kissed Astoria passionately, only releasing the kiss when they could no longer breathe.

"I can't believe this is finally happening." Draco said, placing Astoria back on her feet and glancing down at her still flat stomach, picturing what it would look like in a few months.

"Me either." Astoria said, but the nervous tone in her voice suddenly made Draco concerned. He looked up at his wife, her head now low to the ground as she bit her lower lip. Placing his hand under her chin, he gently forced her to look up at him, placing a sweet chaste kiss on her lips.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked as Astoria placed the palms of her hand on her stomach. "You should be happy. We're finally going to have a son or daughter."

Astoria smiled half heartedly at Draco. "I am happy about the fact that I'm pregnant Draco. I'm just wondering if this is the right time." Draco said nothing, knowing that there was probably more on her mind, which there was. "We've been trying to have a child for a while now, but now that I'm actually pregnant, I'm just wondering if we're bringing a child into a world that we would want to raise it in to begin with."

As Draco looked deeply into his wife's eyes, he knew exactly what she was talking about. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, there was an urgent knock on the door. Draco sighed, running his free hand through his hair and turning to face the door. "Come in!" He yelled, stealing a quick glance at Astoria to see her studying the floor. The door opened and a Death Eater whom Draco didn't recognize stood before them. "Can I help you?" Draco asked.

"It's the Dark Lord, Mr. Malfoy." The Death Eater said. "He wishes to speak with you."

"Thank you. I'll be right there." Draco said, waving the Death Eater away. When he was completely out of sight and ear shot, Draco turned back to his wife. He grabbed a hold of both of her hands and called her name softly so she would look up at him. "Our child will not be subjected to this, do you hear me Astoria?" Draco asked calmly. "My father may have made the mistake of forcing me into becoming a Death Eater, but I'm not going to do the same to our child." Astoria smiled slightly at the sound of what Draco was saying. "It'll know what's right and what's wrong, and we'll teach it that there's no such thing as purebloods, muggleborns, and muggles… just people. Just human beings."

Astoria gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Do you promise?"

Draco nodded. "It may be too late for us, but it's certainly not too late for our unborn child." Draco placed both of his hands on her stomach and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I need to go." He said, now in a hurry. It was never good to keep Voldemort waiting, especially these days. "I love you." He gave her one more kiss before heading for the door. Just as he pulled the door open, he turned back to his wife and gave her a reassuring smile. "When I get back we'll celebrate, just no alcohol for you."

Astoria laughed slightly before waving goodbye to Draco as he shut the door behind him. She couldn't help but keep the smile on her face as she kept picturing how excited her husband looked at the news. It was the happiest she had ever seen him since his parents died, and it did her heart good to see him happy again. With a content sigh, she ran a hand over her stomach and plopped down on one of the chairs in front of Draco's desk. "Do you hear that?" She spoke in a soft tone, glancing down at her stomach as she ran her hand over it. "You're going to be different from all the rest. You're going to be a good person, and nobody can change that, not even Voldemort."

Review please! let me know if you like where it's going and if you think i should continue.