A red headed girl tossed and turned in her bed. The black and white sheets finished at her neck. Above here bed was a calendar, with crosses to count down to the day she went back to Hogwarts. From the calendar it showed it was August 16. On the wooden bedside table, a red and blue alarm clock started beeping, pounding in Rose's ears.

"Shut it up!" Rose mumbled, stretching a hand from under the blanket to press the button on the alarm clock. She threw the covers off her bed to reveal her bright blue singlet and knee length denim shorts. Her redish brown hair was frizzy and messy. She glanced up at the calendar.

"My birthday." She smiled. Then she looked out her window to check for owls: The Weasleys were spread all over the place. Her Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, and her cousins, Victorie, Dominique and Louis lived in between Brighton and Worthing. Her Uncle Charlie lived in Romania. Her Uncle Percy, Aunt Audrey, and her cousins Molly and Lucy lived in Waterloo in London. Her Aunt Angelina and Uncle George lived in Gravesend with her cousins Fred and Roxanne. Her Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny and her cousins James, Albus and Lily lived in Bristol. She, her mum, her dad and her little brother Hugo lived in Oxford. The closest relatives were her Uncle Percy and Uncle Harry's family. But they were still about a good hour away. No owls. She frowned. She hoped Scorpius would've written her a letter she would've got by now. He lived in London, on the opposite side to her Uncle Percy. Well, at least she had time to annoy Hugo. She pulled on her grey ugg boots and quietly slipped down the stairs of her split level house. Her room was on top with the garage, then there were stairs, then a hallway, which had a kind of intersection with another hallway coming off it that went to her mum's office, her brother's room and her parents' room, but if you kept going straight ahead you'd end up in the kitchen, dining room and lounge room. She turned down the other hall and tippy toed into Hugo's room, eerily similar to Ron's at fifteen. Chudley Cannon's posters everywhere, and in the gaps it was painted Weasley red. In the centre of the room there was a queen size bed, with a Chudley Cannon bedspread. Poking out of the bedspread was a red headed freckly boy, snoring. Rose laughed; Her dad snored as well.

"Hugo! Wakey wakey!" She whisper shouted. Hugo snuggled deeper into his blankets.

"Hugo!" Rose shook him. Hugo blinked open his brown eyes.

"What? Shut up, Rose!" Hugo yelled, throwing a pillow at his sisters head.

"But it's my BIRTHDAY!" She shrieked, getting revenge, as every time it was Hugo's birthday she was woken up early by him shrieking that it was his birthday. She heard the shower start across the hall, so she guessed her dad was up, because her mum wore earplugs to bed, that could block out anything.

"ROSE! SHUT UP!" Hugo yelled, trying to muffle her shouts by covering his head with his red pillow. Rose refused to give up and sat on his bed.

"Hugo! Pancakes." She said the magic word. Hugo threw off the blanket, knocking off Rose, and began to ask heaps of questions at once.

"Where Rosie Where? Are we baking them? Or did Grandma Molly send them? Why didn't you tell me? Have we got all the ingredients? Is that your birthday cake, a cake of pancakes?" Hugo kept rambling on for the next five minutes until Ron came in and broke the silence.

"Hugo, shut up. Rose, what are you doing up so early?" Ron moaned, standing in the doorway to Hugo's room in a black t shirt and jeans. Rose looked at her dad for a while, then muttered

"Accio Hugo's pillow!" Rose pointed her wand at Hugo's pillow and it came flying towards her.

"Oh, right. You're seventeen." Ron remembered, opening his arms to his little girl. Rose ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

"I love you, dad." She whispered.

"I love you too, sweetie. I'll go wake your mother up." Ron said. He walked out of the room.

"Get out, now!" Hugo hissed at his sister, pushing her out, "I want to get dressed."

"Well, I can walk, can't I?" Rose protested. She walked out the door politely, only to be met by a slam in her face. She flinched. Her mother and father walked out, Ron dragging a sack of, most likely, presents.

"Darling!" Hermione smiled, opening her arms. Rose ran into her arms.

"Mum." She purred. Her mother's cat, Crookshanks, walked out of her parents room, and curled around Rose's legs. Rose patted Crookshanks affectionately. Crookshanks purred loudly.

"Do you want your presents?" Ron asked. Rose nodded eagerly. Hermione led the way down the hall, then the turn, then down that hall into the lounge room. Rose snuggled into the most comfortable red chair in the right hand corner of the room.

"Any letters?" Hermione asked. At that moment, the Potter's owl Remus flew through the window.

"Remus!" Rose shouted. She teared open the first envelope, which had presents from everyone. There was a book, two galleons, a necklace, a sneakoscope and a wand polishing kit.

"Read the first one!" Ron encouraged.

Dear Rose,

Happy Birthday! I hope you have a great day. We are flooing to yours at eleven a.m.

Love,

Uncle Harry.

P.S: My present is the two galleons. They were the first ever ones I picked up when I first saw my vault in Gringotts. I put them in the bottom of my trunk and they've stayed there until today. I hope you like it!

Hugo walked out in a red top that clashed horribly with his red hair, and jeans.

"What's that?" Hugo asked curiously.

"These, are my letters from Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, doofus." Rose said, rolling her eyes. Hugo sprinted over to have a look.

"Sweet."