"Hermione, where are the kids' brooms?" Ron yelled out, rummaging through a bin of magical toys. Hermione walked down the steps with Hugo, their youngest and only son, close behind.

"Honestly, Ron, they're in the basement." She rolled her eyes and picked up Hugo. "Why do you need them?" She walked over to the doorway as Ron ran down steps.

"I have to teach Rose how to play Quidditch. She can't go to Hogwarts, not knowing! It would be embarrassing." He yelled up as he grabbed his old broom and Rose's.

"Harry went to Hogwarts not knowing," Hermione said, bouncing Hugo up and down. He gave her a smile.

"I know that! But he's excused for that." He ran back up and kissed Hermione's cheek. "I'll see you in about an hour." He said and then yelled "ROSE!"

Rose, their eldest daughter, came running down. She jumped down the last step and smiled at her dad. Ron looked at her red hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. He smiled back and handed her her broom.

"Ready to learn Quidditch?" He asked. She cocked her head at him.

"Quidditch?" She asked. Ron shook his head and looked at his wife. She shrugged and went into the kitchen. Ron grabbed his daughter's hand and led her out the door, both of them holding onto their brooms.

Once they got to the park, Ron looked around. He knew this was a wizard-friendly neighborhood, but he always had to make sure. He noticed a few other younger boys shooting harmless sparks at each other. He nodded his head as if to reassure himself it was ok.

"Alright, Rose, try mounting your broom." Ron said, gesturing to her broom. She beamed at him and clumsily put a leg over her broom. Ron hoisted her up once she started jumping to get over it. She then looked at her dad, astonished she was on a broom. He smiled down at her, proud of his daughter.

"Okay, next you want to kick off the ground. You won't go that high but it's a start." Ron explained as Rose nodded along. He watched as she kicked her legs back and forth barely touching the grass. He chuckled and held the handle of the broom lightly. He then lifted her up a little.

"Ah! Dad, get me down!" Rose screeched, flailing her arms and legs everywhere. Ron laughed and brought her back down. She was breathing heavily.

"Okay, one more time. I'll go slower." He reassured her. She nodded, staring at his hands. He lifted slowly and her legs weren't touching the ground anymore. A grin that stretched across her face grew. She laughed as her dad let go. Then, she started moving the broom around. Ron watched, bursting with pride as she zoomed around, 2 feet from the ground.

"Look, Dad!" She said for about the hundredth time as she went around a tree. Ron gave her two thumbs up.

"Amazing! You're a natural born." He then pulled a ball that was the size of a ping pong ball out of his jacket. Rose stopped flying and floated in front of her dad. He held the ball in front of her face.

"This is a snitch." She goggled at the gold covering it. "This is what the seeker grabs. This wins the entire game." Ron whispered the last sentence. Rose giggled.

"Throw it to me!" She zoomed back and Ron threw the ball to her. She caught it and held it up with one hand. Ron was instantly reminded of Harry and how he used to do that when he caught it. Granted, every seeker did that but Harry, in Ron's mind, was the best of them all. He was disappointed he didn't go into Quidditch professionally.

"Again, dad!" She laughed. He threw it behind her and she darted on her broom to grab it. Ron felt his chest swell up. He would throw her the ball about a thousand more times. She wouldn't stop and Ron didn't care. He was so elated his only daughter loved a small part of Quidditch.

Once he was done and Rose grew tired, it was sunset. Ron noticed that they've been in the park for a few hours more than he planned. That didn't matter though. He still had to go home with Rose at some point.

Rose finally got off and Ron grabbed the broom.

"C'mon, Rose. Let's go home." Ron started walking and Rose caught up with him. All of a sudden, she felt a small hand slip into his large one. He squeezed it and heard a giggle. He looked down at Rose who was skipping. He laughed.

After walking a few blocks, they finally reached their home. He opened the door and walked through. Rose ran past him and sprinted to the kitchen. Ron followed and saw Hermione was in there. She had the phone nearby.

"Mummy, mummy! I learned how to be a squeaker!" She exclaimed.

"A seeker, honey." He smiled. Ron noticed Hermione plastered a fake smile on her face. Rose bought it though and ran out of the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Ron asked when Rose was out of earshot. Hermione shook her head and put her hand on her forehead. "Hermione?"

"Another attack," She sighed. "This time it's in the countryside. The country! Away from the city!" Her lip began to tremble. Ron wrapped his arms around her.

"Shh, it's okay. It's fine, it'll blow over…" He put his head on her shoulder as he hugged her. She sniffed.

"That's the problem, Ron. It won't. This is the fifth attack on a muggle born this week." A tear streamed down her face. Ron pulled back, taking a look at his wife.

"I know, I know. We'll have to figure out something." He said.

"It's like they're multiplying!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. Ron then came up with an idea.

"Let me call Harry." He said, snatching the phone.