Chapter 1 - And so it begins
Rose was standing in the platform, nervous and shaking. She wanted so bad to succeed in Hogwarts. Failing was not an option. The fear of not living up to the expectations filled her. Of course she was Hermione and Ron Weasley daughter, and that by itself represented an expectation higher than normal. But what really frightened her was the expectations she had for herself. She waited 11 years to be able to go to Hogwarts. She had watched her cousins go and heard so much of their stories that she couldn't stop imagined what the next seven years would be like. She wanted to be the best at school, just like her mom. But she wanted to do more. She wanted to enjoy her life at Hogwarts. Know every secret the school had to offer and leave a mark there. She wanted to be remembered, not by being the daughter of but by being Rose freaking Weasley.
She looked at the platform with real eyes for the first time. She had been abstracted in her thoughts that she hasn't realized her journey had already began. Big mistake, Rose. Don't start losing this, already – She recalled herself. And then she saw him. A little blonde boy who looked as nervous and startled as her. He had to be a first year too. No doubt about it. She looked at his shoulder where a hand settled there, but by the look in the boys face, it looked like it weighted a ton. The boy's father was in a rigid position, with his hand grasping the boys shoulder. She took a look around the platform. All families were saying their goodbyes, some mothers had their eyes filled with tears, no doubt saying goodbye for the first or the last time, and the fathers were giving the last advices and rules. Unlike all families saying their goodbyes, this wasn't a lovey dovey one, thought Rose by looking again to the blonde boy family.
"Rose!" called Hermione. "She has gone to the Rose planet, again" joked Ron, who had seen this happen many times. "Sweety!" called her mom, again, touching her arm. "What? Sorry, mom. I was just looking. What were you saying?" said Rose looking at her own family.
Her mother had her brown eyes filled with pain. Rose couldn't face her like that. She knew her mom was having a bad time sending her to Hogwarts, she had been all week trying to change the topic, when they speak of this day. So she looked at her dad. Although he was looking rather serene, with a smile in his face, Rose knew that he too was having a hard time but had chosen to made jokes all the time.
"Oh, Rose. My little girl. How has time pass so fast?" said her mom, hugging her. "Hermione, please. She will only go to her first year. She's still our little girl" smiled Ron, with a tear shining in his eye. "Mom, Dad, pleaaaase! Don't you remember how excited you were on your first day?! And besides, you still have Hugo!" remembered Rose, looking at her little brother.
Hermione looked at her sons. Both Rose and Hugo had inherited the redhead hair, much to her please, who always love the Weasley redhead tradition. Although Hugo had a more auburn shade and Rose a fierce red. It fits their personalities – thought Hermione. Hugo had amber eyes, resembling somewhat to hers, while Rose had bright green eyes that contrast with her hair. She had all week postpone this moment in her head. 11 years had passed so fast. Of course, Rose had to grow up and she knew she was so excited to finally going to Hogwarts but a mother's heart is never prepared to let go. She embraced her husband, to gain some support while watching her daughter trying to soothe Hugo for not going to Hogwarts too.
After successfully calming down Hugo, Rose turn to look at the blond boy family again. His father was talking to him, while his mother was standing with a shine in her eyes and genuine smile.
"Huhg! Still is weird looking at Malfoy with his child" said her father, claiming Rose attention once more. "Who, dad?" asked Rose. "Mom and I already told you about Malfoy. He's standing there, to our right" indicating the boy who Rose was watching moments ago "That blond hair can't fool anyone" added Ron.
Rose had heard some stories about Dad times in Hogwarts. Of course, almost all of them were about their adventures and in all of them Malfoy was not in the good picture. Although Mom was always trying to reassure her that it was long ago and that probably Malfoy was like that because his family taught him to be like that, I never liked him in my imagination. And his son would be in her year. Just hope he won't be in my house. He probably will be in Slytherin, so no problem – Rose reassured herself.
Soon the train gave its last warning and it was time to go. Rose hugged her mom and dad, feeling already a bit home sick. She kissed Hugo and told him next year would be him. With this, she hopped on the train and search for a place to seat, waving at her parents.