*Disclaimer* All original plotlines, characters, settings etc. belong to the lovely Ms. J.K. Rowling. Much thanks for letting me borrow them :)

Rose Weasley's parents weren't sentimental people but even so, it wasn't until the Hogwarts Express blew its last whistle that she finally hopped onto the train heading towards her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most of the carriages were already full, so she was almost grateful when she finally she opened a compartment containing only her cousin Albus and - unfortunately - his best friend Scorpius, who appeared to already be asleep.

"Hey, Al, do you mind?" She asked, already sliding the door shut behind her.

"Not at all, Mary." Scorpius murmured, his eyes remaining closed.

"I was asking Albus," She snapped, "and my name's not Mary."

"I know," He said, grinning.

Rose rolled her eyes, despite the fact that she knew he couldn't see her and sat next to Albus.

"So, what courses are you taking Al?" she asked, some twenty minutes later, finding it impossible either to fall asleep or to bear the silence in their compartment.

Albus scowled. Apparently, it was a sore point of discussion. "I didn't get in to Arithmancy. All the spots were taken. Have to do Divination instead. D'ya think that old bat Trelawny is still there? My Dad had her."

"And respected her too," Rose said, defensively. "Both my parents reckon she was barmy. Even Mum. Especially Mum. Doesn't James know anything about her?"

"Nah, James chose Muggle Studies in third year. Reckoned it was easy enough."

"Yeah, my Mum took Muggle Studies too."

"Why?" Asked Al, "I thought her parent were muggles? Besides, she's a genius...bit of a crip class, Muggle Studies."

"Well, yeah...the thing is...D'you think he's really asleep?" She whispered, her eyes darting over to Scorpius.

Albus shrugged and then said loudly, "Rose? Are you really just going to change into your robes here? Aw, geez, Ro, at least wear a bra!"

Scorpius didn't budge, didn't even open his eyes a slit.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's asleep."

Rose glared half-heatedly at her cousin and continued, "Well, actually, in the third year my Mum took Muggle Studies and Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and Divination -"

"How'd she bloody manage to do that!?" He wondered, mystified."Some of those are bound to meet at the same time."

"They did, but -"

"So how could she do all of them?"

"Shut up, I'm getting to that! Professor McGonagall was a teacher when mum went to Hogwarts and she got her this thing, a Time-Turner, they're really rare. She had to get all sorts of special permission to get it from the Ministry-"

"The Ministry?!"

"Yeah, so this Time-Turner thing, it can make the wearer go back in time a couple of hours, no more than a day. Mum used to use it loads - to get to all her classes. Heard stories about her using it with your Dad too, in her third year, something about a hippogriff."

"A hippogriff. Dad always tries to make like he didn't get in any trouble in school, ace student. James buys it, but I think it's a load of-"

The compartment door slid open and Lorelei Lovegood popped her head in.

"Rose, I've been looking for you every where!" She said, breathlessly , "Oh, hi Albus," Lorelei carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Rose got up quickly and gathered up her bag, giving her friend a grateful look, "let's go, then. And sorry about Arithmancy, Al. It's weird, you know, I started it in third year too, and I've gotten in every year since."

"Yeah, but there are only so many spots. We've been competing, me and Scorp. He got it this year, and he wasn't in last year, or in third or fourth."

"Oh, Rose, we could stay a bit longer..." Lorelei cut in, looking at Al again.

"No, let's go now," Rose insisted, pushing Lorelei out and closing the door.

Returning to their own compartment, Rose took a seat next to Nicolette Tayt and Lorelei slid in beside Siobhan Finnigan.

"Why were you in such a hurry?" Lorelei asked.

"I cannot stand that Malfoy kid," Rose muttered.

"Not bad to look at, though," Nicolette said, poking Roses arm.

"Oh, I don't know, Albus Potter is-" Lorelei began but Rose cut her off,

"Please, Lori, that's my cousin."

"Sorry! It's just that he's so..." Lorelei drifted off, her eyes misted and dreamy. Rose had seen her do this countless times. She and Lori and been friends since they were tiny girls, just learning about magic. Her adoptive mother, Luna, was a good friend of Roses parents. And unlike Rose, she'd never been one to hide a crush.

"Well, I guess I'll be changing then," Rose said, "We'll be there soon. If I don't find you at the carriages, I'll see you at the feast."

The feast was marvelous, as usual. The Gryffindor table was rowdy and boisterous from the thrill of seeing all their old friends, and getting ten new students. One of them, a tiny first year with mousy brown hair had approached Rose and asked excitedly if her uncle was indeed Harry Potter, and her parents Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. When she said yes, the boy beamed and informed her proudly that his father, Dennis Creevey, had been good friends with them. Rose grinned and promised she'd ask about him when she saw her parents next. By the end of the night, Rose was stumbling up the stairs, trying to remember through a sleepy feast-induced haze where in Merlin's name the Gryffindor common room was.

*Authors Note* Reviews are both welcomed and encouraged. In fact, if you do review I will print it out and frame it over my bed. Creepy or adorable? Can't it be both? And please share it with everyone! Show your Mum and Dad so they finally have a reason to be proud of you! Show your grumpy, foreign Grandma, because who else is going to talk to her today?