"Dad. I don't know what classes to take this year!" cried Rose Weasley while her mother, father, and younger brother Hugo stepped into the Leaky Cauldron.

"Rosie," her father, Ron, began, "you got an O in every O.W.L. exam last year. You can take any classes you want to be whatever you want to be."

"Oh, Rosie. Your dad is right!" Hermione Weasley exclaimed excitedly. "I have to admit, you do have my brains and so much more. We are so completely proud of you. " Hermione finished her coo and began to tap the brick wall behind the Leaky Cauldron in a precise manor to open the gateway to Diagon Alley.

The family of four stepped into the sun and young Rose spoke again. "I guess I'll take the proper classes to be … be a healer, like you mum." Hermione's eyes welled with tears at the words her daughter spoke and took her into a breathtakingly tight hug.

"'MIONE! Let go! You may kill her with affection before she even buys her school supplies! Now Rosie, take Huge to Madam Malkin's and both of you get two new robes each while your mother and I go get both of your school supplies."

"Dad!" Hugo yelled. "It's Rose's birthday, not mine. So why am I getting new robes too?"

"It's NOT her birthday present. You both are in desperate need of new robes. Now, get going and meet us a Florean Fortescue's in an hour. Love you both, now get lost." Ron exclaimed jeeringly.

Madam Malkin only managed to occupy the young Weasley's for a matter of 10 minutes, leaving them practically the whole allotted hour to themselves. Hugo knew and understood his sister's love of books, so he accompanied her to Flourish & Blotts to find some suitable reading material. Although Rose was a brainiac who thrived on knowledge like her mother, in her lessons, she was not an insufferable know-it-all.

"Pick out two books. I'll get them for you as a birthday present," Hugo said as they walked into the bookstore. After what seemed like ages to poor Hugo, Rose finally decided on two large books giving them only five minutes to find their way back to their parents.

Hugo and Rose strolled through Diagon Alley clutching the two heavy, leather-bound books and into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. The moment Rose walked through the door, she dropped Twenty Fool-Proof Ways to Know-It-All without Acting As Such. Along with her parents sat her aunt and uncle, and between the four sat a cage with a rare snowy white owl perched on a bar within it.

"Happy birthday, Rose!" exclaimed an excited Ginny Potter as she jumped up to hug her niece.

"Thank you so much! But, what's this?" Rose spoke as she pointed at the cage and its contents. "She's absolutely beautiful!"

"Well Rosie," Harry Potter spoke, " I've been talking to your mum and dad for quite some time now about getting you your own owl. I received a snowy white owl, just like her, for my eleventh birthday from Hagrid, and I thought that you would enjoy one as much as I enjoyed Hedwig. This one's name is Apolla, and she's all yours."

Rose ran at her uncle full speed and hugged him nearly as tight as her mother did to her earlier that day.

"Oh, Uncle Harry! Thank you so much! She's gorgeous! Mum, dad! Thank you for letting him do this!" Rose yelled excitedly as she ran to hug her parents.

"It was no problem, poppet." Hermione said sweetly. "But if you want some birthday ice cream, you'd better hurry. The Hogwarts Express leaves in an hour!"

The door to the Ice Cream Parlor opened and Rose was warmly greeted by her cousins James, Albus, and Lilly. The nine of them ordered their ice cream, but took it on the go because the Hogwarts Express was to leave at precisely eleven A.M.