Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, plots, places that are from the book series. They are the property of JKR and I make no money from the writing of this story.

Summery: Their parents had once fought for their lives, and for a future they hoped would be better then the past. No one could have guessed that the peace would last so few years. Now it is up to the next generation to fight the coming storm, but will they over come it or pay for the sins of the past?

The rose, the star, and the wand

Chapter 1

The parting of ways

The predawn light had just begun to rise over the hills of Otter St. Catchpole, gently breaking through the light curtains that covered Rose's windows. The Granger-Weasley house was still silent its occupants gently sleeping in the early morning. Setting on her bed, softly running her hands over her worn blanket Rose Weasley tried to keep her tears at bay. Glancing out the window she watched the sun begin its rise. Placing an envelope beside her bed she slipped her bag onto her shoulders. Resolve set she took one last deep breath and made her way to the window.

Hermione had always been an early riser, she enjoyed nothing more then rising with the sun to start the day, in peace and quiet. Fortunately she family were late sleepers, preferring to lay in bed to the last possible moment. As she walked down the hall towards the stairs she stopped briefly at her children's rooms. Gently pushing open the door to Hugo's room she smiled affectionately at her youngest, who was currently sprawled across his bed at an odd angle. "So like Ron." she whispered as she back out of the room, closing the door with her. Making her way across the hall she stopped outside of Rose's door, gently knocking.

"Rose?" Hermione called softly. When no sound came from with in the room she frowned. Rose was not an early riser by any means but during her summer hols from Hogwarts she always liked getting up earlier then usual, taking advantage of the houses quiet. Knocking again, this time only louder, she called again. "Rose?" Still nothing put silence greeted her.

Gently pushing open the door Hermione was greeted with an empty room. "Rose??" Rushing in she looked around, opening the door to the bathroom, hoping that she was there. Nothing. Walking back into the room she took in the made bed, and clean desk. It was almost as if she hadn't been there the night before. Searching frantically for any sign her eyes caught sight of a lone piece of parchment propped up against her bedside lamp. With trembling yet quick fingers she picked it up, opening it almost on autopilot. Trying to still her nerves she looked down at the parchment, dreading what it held.

Mum,

I know your going frantic right now but you don't need to worry, I'm fine. I've left home as you can probably tell, I ask you not to try to find me. I'm not alone, and no, I can't tell you who I've gone with. It's for your best if you know as little as possible, I shouldn't even be writing this but I couldn't stand not telling you anything.

I know you've heard the whispers that are happening at the ministry, about what some people are saying. Some of them are right. There's something dark coming Mum, something not even you've faced. I'm truly sorry I can't tell you more but like I said, it isn't safe. I'll be home someday, right now I can't say when but I know I will be. I know your going to be mad, about not completing my schooling. Your going to rant that I'm not even of age. I won't deny or try to defend that, just know that I'm doing what I think is right.

Give my love to Dad, and Hugo, and tell them I'll be seeing them. I love you, Mum, never forget that.

Yours,

Rose

Hermione's hand shook as the paper fell from her hands, floating gently to the ground. A strangled sob escaped her throat as her eyes widened. Closing her arms around herself she tried to fight off the cold that had seeped into her heart. Time slipped away as she sat and cried.

"Mione?" Ron's voice called from the doorway.She didn't even bother to look up as she heard him enter the room. "Hermione, wha's wrong? Why are you crying?" It was when he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder that Hermione snapped out of her daze.

Bolting up from her place on the bed she clung to him, allowing thewaves of sobs to overtake her body. Holding her closely Ron tried to sooth her, listening in vain to understand her incoherent words. "My baby! Ron, oh Ron, my baby! She's gone! Rose's run away!" Leaning his chin against the top of her head he held her closely as she sobbed out her anguish.

He allowed his eyes to glance out the window, watching as the early morning sun shone brightly outside. He wanted to do something, anything to get his daughter back. He wanted her home, safe, and sound. He knew he couldn't, his hands were tied and he was no longer the youth he once was. He could to nothing but wait, and pray for her safe return. Closing his eyes he tried to fight off his own tears. Gods help him, he didn't know if he could survive another war.

tbc.

AN: Feed back is greatly appreciated. This is the first part of a novel length story. I've already begun writing chapters two and three and hope to have them posted shortly.