I originally started this story a few years ago; however, it was abandoned a couple years back. I recently came across the story as I transferred files onto my new computer. I will be rewriting what was originally posted; in addition, I will be continuing this story from where I left it.

Full Summary:

At seventeen, Rose Weasley has grown up only knowing what life is like when it is plagued with war. She has been in hiding her whole life along with her family, being educated in magic by her mother, Hermione Weasley, her father, Ron Weasley, and the rest of her extended family. One night everything changes, and a surprise attack on her family's home makes Rose find out that one person between her friends and family has betrayed them all. That same night she was rescued by a masked death eater; however, she does not inform the rest of her family. EWE? Follows Deathly Hollows to a point, but it strays from the novel slightly. Scorose.

I only own my pencil and paper. All rights to Harry Potter go to JKR.

Even The Victor Loses

Prologue:

Holding my daughter in my arms is a bittersweet moment. I am officially a father, and, looking at my beautiful wife, I realize the fighting is not in vain. Someday, my daughter will know a life where there is no war. Where her and her family can live a life where they are not in hiding. Where her children can leave the house, and they are not worried about Death Eater attacks. That is my wish for her.

What worries me is that this war seems to never end, and we all thought that when Harry killed Voldemort it would be over. Sadly, five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, the war still rages on. After Voldemort's death, the Death Eaters managed to regroup and continue recruiting more people. It was discovered that not only had Tom Riddle made a horcrux, and Bellatrix was revived. Years later, as the Death Eaters continue to grow stronger, the ministry grows weaker. It is due to this that the Order of the Phoenix is forced underground once again.

As my wife moves in her sleep I remember the small frizzy haired know-it-all she was in our first year. She has grown out of the frizzy hair and buck teeth she once possessed, but I can still see traces of the young girl she once was. No matter the physical changes, however, Hermione still possesses the same longing for knowledge. Reflecting on the past, I remember how her intelligence has saved Harry and I on multiple occasions, and I can't help but feel lucky that this amazing woman will forever be by my side. Smiling to myself I remember that even though the war has threatened everything I love, I still have an amazing family, loyal friends, the most amazing wife, and, as of 30 minutes ago, I have a daughter.

"Ron? Is that you?" I lean over and kiss my wife on the forehead as she wakes. Her once shut eyes are looking over at me, and as her eyes reach the bundle on my lap she smiles.

"Who else would I be?" I ask in a teasing tone, "Are you feeling alright? You should be asleep. I can tell you're tired." I can see the bags under her eyes which have long since become permanent due to the long nights spent due to the war. After the passing of Madame Pomfrey, 'Mione became the Order's head healer. This occupation involves long hours, and 'Mione sacrifices many hours of sleep since she refuses to go to bed until she is 100% sure all of her patients are stable.

"I don't know, maybe Harry or Ginny?" Hermione says while yawning, "and Ron, I am fine. I will get my sleep, don't worry." Her eyes flickering once again to the small bundle I currently hold she continues, "Now can I please hold our daughter?" I gently lower the little girl in my arms into my wives. Hermione gently takes the child and kisses her forehead. "She is beautiful Ron. Our daughter is perfect."

"Of course she is 'Mione. With you as her mother she has to be perfect." I smile. I truly have my own family. No moment in my life will ever be more perfect than this.

"Hey, remember Ronald, with you as a father you never know." Hermione laughs and her tired eyes brighten. Looking down and smiling Hermione states, "Now we just need to figure out a name that possesses the same qualities as she."

Looking at my wife I respond, "Maybe we should name her after Tonks." The thought of our deceased friend has been memorialized through her son; however, the young boy always reminds me that no matter how happy I am right now, I still have to fight.

My wife laughs, "Tonks hated her first name, and she would always say she wished her mother would have chosen something different. We should use it as her middle name." My wife is looking contently at the child in her arms, and she is studying the little girl's face thoughtfully.

"How about Rosaline? We could call her Rose for short and even Rosie when she is younger." My wife smiles. "Shakespeare used the name in Love's Labour Lost, and I always loved the character."

Smiling at my wife, I agree."I like it. Rosaline Nymphadora Weasley, our little Rosie." As I say my daughter's name, I look at the old grandfather clock across from me and see it is past midnight. "We should probably get some sleep, 'Mione."

"You're right, can you put Rose in the crib?" Hermione hands me the sleeping Rose, and as I place the girl into the crib I place a kiss on her forehead.

After the new family falls asleep the house is quiet. Everything is at peace, and the new family will be able to have a night of undisturbed sleep.

Suddenly a quiet whisper of a woman's voice cuts through the house unnoticed by the inhabitants, "Good Luck Rose Weasley, I will see you on the battlefield someday."

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the beginning of the story!