Rose sat on the carpeted floor of the drawing room with an audible 'thump'. She began leafing through the pages of an old copy of The Daily Prophet. It was dated back sometime in August 1999, about Eighteen years ago. After borrowing Lily's Hogwarts: A History book sometime ago, she knew pretty well that 1997 was the year when Lord Voldemort was killed by her Uncle Harry. She was shocked, at first, but after she forced some parts of the story out of Harry (About a year ago) himself, she got curious as to what actually happened.

Rose, knowing that there was no reliable source here in Grimmauld Place to get the information from, started visiting the Library more often. Thanks to the old Textbooks and finding disgarded newspapers and magazines, she began piecing each and every information together, thus having a theory that would make no sense... to Muggles like herself, anyway.

Me, Albus, and Rosie were at the the attic this morning, when Ron and Hermione visited. After Uncle Harry's strict orders to, I quote, "Not go near the attic", the three of us decided to 'take a peek' and see what was so wrong with the dirty, junk-filled found a stack of old Prophet newspapers and antique... THINGS that "I'm not supposed to touch".

After being caught eating Ron's Honeydukes chocolate, Albus, Rose and Rosie went back to the Living Room, where most of the Weasleys and Potters are. Rose, feeling left out as usual, quietly exited the room and padded up the stairs. Before they got out of the attic, she pocketed the old newspaper and planned to read it for her own reasons: To have proof that her theory is true, and To gain more information so she could improve her theory. Other than that, she just found the male on the cover attractive.

Albus sat beside James on the couch, watching with feigned interest as the rest of the Potters and Weasleys entered the Living Room.

"Hey, James." He began quietly, still scanning the room for eavesdroppers.

"What?" The brunet asked- loudly.

"Shhh!" Albus shook his head warily. James could just be thick-headed sometimes. The youngest Potter son tugged James' arm, and the two of them exited the Living Room- thankully quietly. Albus and James went inside a nearby sitting room and closed the door.

"Why are we here?" The latter asked, wringing his hands.

Albus pretended that he didn't hear him. "You know that Rose's birthday is tomorrow, right?"

"Umm... yeah. Why do you ask?" The dark-haired boy played with his fingers.

"Well, you see..." The red-head snorted. Albus scowled at his cocky brother, his green eyes flashing.

"Oh. I get it- you don't know what to get her." Said the eldest Potter, clearly amused and proud of himself for guessing.

"Yeah. I'm thinking of getting a Pygmy Puff or something. She really likes magical stuff." Said Albus.

"Why don't you give her Mum's old locket?" The soon-to-be Slytherin glared at his brother.

"Alright. A copy of Hogwarts: A History, then. I've noticed that she seems to borrow Lily's copy often."

"I've noticed that too. But what if she doesn't like it?"

James rolled his eyes. "Seriously Al, don't worry about it much. You act like Rose is your girlfriend."

"James!" His face was beet red, and if James didn't know any better he would've thought it was true.

"Sorry."

Al huffed, whilst crossing his thin arms across his chest. "You aren't sorry."

"It doesn't matter. Let's go back to the Living Room, yeah?" And so the two Potters went back to the Living Room, and after some pleading and reasoning, Hermione Weasley Apparated the two boys and Rose Weasley to Diagon Alley.

YAY! I updated! :D Sorry for the lack of updating-ness this June! classes here are starting, and I have LOADS of assignments!