Rayy's Rant: Nerves, nerves, nerves. Surprisingly, they only found it fit to attack when I decided to write an authors note. How pathetically lame is that? This is my first published piece of writing, so please. Reviews are nice and constructive criticism, heck, any criticism you want. But I won't take it if I think it's unreasonable. 'Cause I'm like that  Well, this is a future-future fic. Meaning: it's the new gen when they're older. This is kind of a prologue. I'm hoping chapters will be always minimum 1,100 words. Not including A/N's (or in my case R/R's.)

Ages, btw, for this chapter:

Rose: 21 yrs old. Albus Severus: 22 yrs old. Lily: 21 yrs old. Rose can be young-ish  On with the tale that's taken me a while now.

Rose Weasley was tired of trying to sleep. She didn't want the pretence. She wanted to close her eyes and drift off into a peaceful slumber. But no, instead, she spent most nights looking up at the ceiling, listening to the eerie silence of the dark outside. Most expected her to take after her mother, the infamous Hermione Granger, what with her beyond excellent grades and common sense. Things didn't turn out that way exactly though. She was exactly like her mother with personality and characteristics but when it came down to things, she looked a lot like her father, Ronald Weasley, Auror extraordinaire and best friends with Harry Potter. Rose had the red hair, the freckles, the short temper and the severe case of arachnophobia from him. She also managed to become best friends with Albus Severus Potter, adding to the legend yet further. All through Hogwarts, the two cousins were inseparable and also fairly contradictive. Whereas Albus was laid back, carefree and a god awful playboy, Rosie was refined, dignified, reserved and studious. At first, Albus Severus was exceedingly shy but somewhere along the line he got a confidence boost- Rosie swore to murder the person who gave him that- but nevertheless, friendship was never based on these factors for the truly deep folks.

Rosie dragged her 21 year old self out of bed. She was beyond tired, beyond being tired of being tired. She got up, stretching out her limbs, then shuffled to the kitchen. Sighing briefly in discomfort, she turned the lights on. Her kitchen illuminated, the surfaces gleaming brightly, the faucets shining and everything else damn-near impeccable. Another one of Rosie's faults was her intolerance for stupidity- which almost brought her to killing Albus in their First Year- and untidiness. She smiled wearily, somewhat content with the setting and got herself a glass of cold milk. Sitting down on the high stool, she drank it, drinking in the quietness at the same time. It wasn't often her apartment was loud. The only time that happened was when there was a get together of relatives or a party. Parties weren't very often at hers as she was seen as the kill joy of the folks attending and family time was also in short supply, what with everyone out making the Wizarding and Muggle world a better place. It was usually just her and Albus or her and Lily Luna Potter, Albus' younger sister by one year. Those visits were quiet, relaxing. When she was by herself? It was just a pathetic show of loneliness.

Deciding she would wash the cup in the morning, she slid off the chair once the glass of milk was empty. She was making her way to the sink when the doorbell rang, surprising her. Rosie looked at her watch and cussed. 'Who on Earth would be at her door at this ungodly hour?' Whoever they were, they were obviously going to get annihilated in their near future. She yawned, a moment's elation that she was capable of showing tiredness, and then pulled herself to the doorway. She unlocked it, and pulled the handle, bringing the door backwards. Rosie raised an eyebrow, a newly acquired talent she was exploiting, at the soaking wet figure in the doorway. "Merlin, Lily. What happened to you?" She asked, failing to mask the amusement. Lily sighed dejectedly. Without waiting to be invited, she stepped into the house, pushing past the owner and dumping her umbrella on the floor. Rosie looked down in disdain at the saturated item. Her poor, poor carpets… All the same, she closed the front door so not to let the rain or wind in. She only now realised that the weather was damn atrocious as she walked to sit down in the living room with Lily. Shows how absent minded she'd been… "So, explanation as to why you're making my sofa liable to fungi at this hour?" she asked. Lily glared.

"Typical. No 'would you like a tea', it's all 'oh no, my poor sofa!'" She huffed. "Well, I'll have you know this is your entire fault. So, yeah, I hope your sofa does get fungi!" Rosie cocked her head.

"What now? Why the bloody hell is it my fault?"

"You had to be such a good auror, so they send diminutive me into the cold and wet to summon you." She said, over-dramatically. The two girls sat in silence then burst out laughing. A) Lily was taller than Rosie so she really couldn't call herself small & B) Lily tried to find any excuse to get out of the office no matter what the time. When the laughter died down, Rosie spoke.

"And why am I being summoned?" she asked. Lily's smile faded.

"They're looking for murders. We're looking for elite." She said. Immediately the atmosphere had turned very business-like. "We don't know who, why or how at the moment. All we know is we've got more than 20 missing cases, they're all connected and we need our best people sorting this out before it turns into more of a shit fest."

Rosie sat in thought for a second before responding. "Are the targets anyone in particular? Like Muggles? Or what?"

"Half bloods. All of them." Lily replied, not missing a beat. Rosie was shocked for a moment. Usually the targets were muggles, muggle-borns and blood traitors. She shuddered at the thought. It brought her back to the tales her parents told her. All their great adventures… it didn't matter they finished the war. They killed one bad wizard but not an entire prejudice. People were still mocked for 'bad blood'. 'Jeez…' Rosie thought, bitterly. 'The only bad blood is the blood of those with such bias and narrow opinions…'

"Rosie... Rosie? Ro-sie? OI! ROSIE! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE-"

"I'M NOT ASLEEP!" Rosie exclaimed, finally answering Lily's frantic calls. "I was just thinking. I'm wondering why it's half bloods this time…" Lily smiled, wearily.

"You were always one for justice, weren't you Rosie-kin?" she asked. Rosie's cheeks vaguely matched her name at this point.

"I'm not a justice-enforcer. I'm just against prejudice and well… 'bad-ness'" she retorted, hotly.

"Chill, chill. It's not a bad thing." Lily stood. "You're a good person." She grinned.

"Well, as much as it pains me, dear cousin, I must be off. I have a few more… well, one more person to see." She summoned her umbrella. "Hmm… dry enough, I suppose."

"Who've you got to see?" Rosie asked as she, too, stood. Both female aurors stood by the door. Lily opened it, and stepped outside. Rosie raised an eyebrow.

"This is for my safety." Lily answered her expression. It was only then, when she was out of reach of Rosie and had enough room to escape when she uttered the name. Rosie blanched. She made to grab Lily by the scruff of the neck and beat her 'til she saw sense but the younger girl had already aparated. Rosie glared at where the hazel eyed girl had once stood. This particular case might just have all credibility to drive her to insanity. Rosie slammed the door shut, and stomped over to her sofa. She flopped down onto it, her expression still sour.

'Of all the people… Of all the ruddy people in the ruddy world… it had to that arrogant, bullying, toe rag…' She buried her head in her pillow, muffling a scream of frustration. 'LIFE ISN'T FAIR!!'

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Rayy.