Aria: I have always wanted to write a story about post-Hogwarts and finally am doing it! Yay! This is my test chapter please let me know what you think. Constructive criticisms welcome. So please enjoy.

I don't own harry potter! Just my OC's and plot.


Chapter 1 – Of course it's you

Rose stacked the breakfast dishes in the sink. "Lyra! Come and finish your toast!" Rose called down the hallway of their small apartment. When she didn't hear a response Rose walked down the hallway with her black heels clicking on the wooden floor. The second room along there was Lyra with her hands covered in crayon and colour. While wearing a new light pink dress. Yet another dress has died in battle.

"Mummy! Mummy!" The little girl hurried over to the doorway, as fast as she could currently walk, with what seemed to be two left feet. He platinum blonde ringlets bounced as she made her way over and offered some smashed crayon for Rose. She's probably the first blonde Weasley. She has her fathers smashing good looks.

"Thank you, sweetie," Rose replied with over the top enthusiasm and knelt down to accept the gift. "Ok hold still a second sweetie." When she didn't Rose took out her wand and held the crazily excited child still, while she vanished the crayon away.

"Hey Lyra, let's go to Grandma and Grandpa's!"

"Yay! Grammy and Grampy," She squealed with excitement. Rose chuckled as she danced around. Rose checked her watch. Crap any longer and I'll be late. After collecting up the bag her daughter will be taking with her and her own handbag she finally locked the door behind them. The floo entrance was on the ground floor of the five-story apartment block. Rose had been lucky to find a building with a floo network or else life would have been damn hard.

Within seconds they were at one of her childhood homes. She could already smell the food Hermione was cooking for her lovely granddaughter. Would you call it childhood though, when you still feel like a child yourself? Seemed only yesterday she was in her last year of Hogwarts and suddenly she is 21 turning 22 with a three-year-old child. As is the life of a single working mum supposedly.

"Grammy!" Lyra squealed. Where her energy reserves were, no one knew.

"There's my little Lyra!" Hermione replied just as enthusiastically. "I think that the cookie elf made some cookies and left them here for you." Lyra made the typical surprised face with her mouth shaped into a little circle followed by a surprised gasp. Hermione gave Lyra a cookie while I set down her bag.

"Hey Mum," Rose gave Hermione a quick bear hug. While Lyra was distractedly knawed on the cookie, Rose gave her a quick kiss on her head and said, "Mummy will be back later ok munchkin?" Lyra didn't respond too distracted, that is until Rose made the move to leave and Lyra started crying for her mum and calling out to Rose. Hermione was holding her back as she struggled to get to the fireplace. "Sweetie I'll see you later, have some fun with Grandma and the cookie elf." It broke her heart to see her little girl in tears. Rose never wanted her to ever feel pain but life is not as kind.

- In the Ministry of Magic -

"What we all meeting up today for?" Rose whispered to her college and trusted friend, Esme. Luckily she had managed to reserve the seat next to her for Rose.

"I'm not entirely sure but this is one of the bigger meeting rooms so many they are expecting more people," Esme replied in the same hushed tone. Rose looked around to find that half of the seats at the table had been taken up by their team. It was no small table either. As if they read her mind others from a different department, you could tell from the difference in uniform, walked in. They all sat down as one of them a younger black-haired man said, "Good morning all."

We all replied with our greetings and someone farther up the table asked, "Does anyone know why we are all here?" The silence and thoughtful or concerned looks were all the answers we needed.

"I did hear though that it will be a couple of Aurors will be involved," the man with black hair stated. Both of which are yet to arrive. As she had quite a few Aurors in the family she was trying to guess which ones it would be.

Finally, the door open as the Aurors walked in. One of them was unmistakably Albus Potter her closest cousin. Much to Rose's horror, one had shoulder length, platinum blonde hair tied back into a tiny ponytail. Scorpius Malfoy. Fuck.