AN: I do NOT own anything in HP universe. They belong to the talented ms Rowling. I am just playing with them J now on to chapter 2!

The families came home with their hands full and all of their pockets considerably lighter. Rose was loaded down with three new set of robes, and all of her course books. She also had a new set of scales for Potions since her best friend Alice Longbottom had somehow managed to melt hers last year. When Rose thought about Alice's face when she had to tell her that she had messed them up, she couldn't help but laugh. She had heard all the stories that her mom, dad and Uncle Harry had about Professor Longbottom's Potion making ability, which made her able to sympathize with Alice's potion problems.

As Rose put away her robes and school books in her school trunk, her eyes rested on a book emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest. It was the handmade photo album that she had created the summer between first and second year, so she would remember everything about her first year at Hogwarts. It was just a simple black photo album, but she had decorated it with blue and bronze ribbon and had used stencils and fabric paint to make the Hogwarts crest. She had been very proud of it, but quickly put it away when James had made fun of it. She opened it now, and started to flip through the pages. On the front page there was pictures from her very first day at Hogwarts. The first photo was one of her and Albus, who was looking very much like her was going to cry. The second photo was of her with her parents and Hugo. The third picture was of James, Albus, and her. James was making a grotesque face and giving her rabbit ears. Albus was again looking very much like he would cry at any moment, she was just looking straight at the camera with a small nervouse smile playing on her lips. The last picture on that page was of her by herself. She was on the top step of the carriage and her mother had called her name and when Rose had looked over her shoulder her mother had snapped the picture. She was smiling nervously. Rose never liked that picture, but her mother had always said it was the most beautiful picture she had ever taken. The next few pages were devoted to random pictures through out the years. There was a picture of James in his Quidditch uniform holding his Firebolt. The next one was of James, Albus and her after James had won the match. They were making silly faces at the camera. The one after that one was of Lily, Alice and her striking poses in the Great Hall before lessons began. Her favorite one was of her with her family standing in front of the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmede, when Ron and Hermione had desided to surprise her and Hugo the week before Christmas break. There were pictures from family holidays, and pictures with various friends before parting ways until September. She hadn't even realize she had been crying until Hermione was sitting beside her.

"Rosie, what is wrong honey?", Hermione asked gently.

"Oh, nothing Mom.", Rose sniffled, "really I am fine."

Hermione cut her eyes at Rose

"Now I don't believe that for one second, but I am not going to pressure you to talk. I know that when you are ready you will come to me. I did, however, come to tell you to come to dinner. Your father, brother, James, and Albus are threatening not to leave you anything if you take too much longer." Hermione was trying to make a joke but failed miserably.

Rose wanted more than anything to talk to her mother, but the problem was figuring out how to make her understand. Hermione was very smart, but Rose didn't know if she would understand loneliness. Her mother had always had her father and uncle Harry. Rose knew that her parents had sometimes fought like cats and dogs, but he was always there for her. Her father had told her the story of meeting her mother on the school train when they were eleven. He had told uncle Harry that she was mental, but in truth he had not been able to stop thinking about her. He had really been crushed when she had cooly informed him that someone had already asked her to the Yule Ball in their fourth year. He had been really embarrassed when she caught on to the fact that he was only angry because someone has bested him to get to her. Rose had also had conversations with aunt Ginny and uncle Harry about how annoying it was while her parents kept denying they had feelings for each other. She knew that her father had been shouting at her mother when he finally said,

"I love you, all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, for the love of Merlin's beard, MARRY ME HERMIONE!!!!!!"

Hermione had wanted to ask him what Merlin's beard had to do with love and marriage, but she had bitten her tongue when she turned around and he was down on one knee holding her diamond ring with tears in his eyes, she quickly apologized and accepted the proposal.

"Rose!", Hermione snapped sharply.

"Oh, Oh I am sorry Mom." Rose stammered beginning to blush.

"Its alright, Rose. I was just telling you that you need to come down to dinner now." Hermione commanded.

Rose almost shivered with the ice that was dripping in her mothers words. Being ignored while she was talking was one of Hermione's biggest pet peeves.

"Yes, mom. I am coming downstairs right behind you."

Rose returned the photo album to her trunk. She plastered what she hoped would pass for a happy face and started down stairs.