Hey guys. Sorry I am so slow to update, but I write this at my brothers house and I am only allowed over here so much every week. Thank you reviewers, I know I haven't giving you much, but I am working really hard trying to take it at a good pace and develop some things. So, please enjoy this chapter!

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November!" Albus chanted for what seemed like the millionth time. Rose pushed his shoulder in irritation. Scor laughed. "Aw, come on Rose. It's your fault for being born on such an infamous day!"

"Born? Rose, why didn't you tell me it as your birthday? I could have gotten you a present!"

"Oh Scor, it's not a big deal. I don't need presents from you, I get enough from my ridiculously large family." Rose informed him. Scor scowled.

"You still should have told me." Rose rolled her eyes. Then Albus started nudging Scor.

"Hey, Scor, look! A game of Quidditch on the field!" Scor shrugged.

"And?"

"Don't you like Quidditch?" Albus practically screeched. Scor winced.

"Sorry mate. Not really my game." Rose laughed hysterically at Albus' expression.

"I'm sure that Maddie will play a game with you!" she teased. Albus glared at her. She laughed even harder. Then her tortured cousin, who I must mention was barely the same size as her, tackled Rose to the ground. Rose let out a delighted shriek and began to wrestle him. Scor jumped up and, laughing, joined in on Albus' side, seeing as he was getting the mess beat out of him. Scor was slightly bigger than his two friends and easily took Rose on. Albus crawled away while Scor pinned a giggling Rose to the ground. Albus smirked at her and brushed the dirt from the front of his t-shirt. (Because since it was free time they didn't have to wear their robes, of course)

"That's right Scor, let her have it!" He panted, trying to force a victorious laugh.

"Oh, shove it Potter!" Rose yelled.

"Want some more of this, Weasley? I can take you! Don't you think that I can't take you!"

"Oh, yeah, cuz it's you that has me pinned right now, right?" Rose shot back, struggling with a very amused Scor. Albus jumped up with indignation, but, suddenly, Scor was thrown from on top of Rose.

"What the-?!" Scor began before he hit the water of the lake. Rose stood up quickly and looked to her left, where her older cousin James was standing with his wand.

"James! Did you do that?" Rose asked angrily as Albus went to drag Scor out of the water.

"Yes I did. He was hurting you!"

"What are you talking about? We were wrestling! Just playing around! Scor would never hurt me." Rose explained to him in exasperation.

"Yeah James. You know Scor, he's a good guy."

James paused. "Sorry Scor." he mumbled to the soaking wet blonde. Scor shrugged.

"It's okay, I understand." Scor nodded at him. James looked embarressed and muttered something about Quidditch, then walked away.

"I am so sorry Scor." Rose said, as she pulled out her wand to dry him. She said a quick spell and he was good. Scor shrugged.

"Hey, if you're gonna play around, mine as well be able to play with the big boys, right?" Albus laughed.

"Yeah, those huge teenagers with their puny little wands."

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"Hey, Albus, think you can go to the library with me? I gotta get some book for this report." Albus nodded at Scor and put down his book.

"What report?" He asked his friend as they left the common room.

"Oh, that thing for Professor Longbottom."

"Ah. Yeah, Rose has been getting on my case about it."

The two boys hurried to the library, seeing as it was nearly eight and they had to be in their common rooms at nine. They spent fifteen minutes looking for the book Scor needed and then they left. On their way back to the common room they were so caught up in conversations about their classes that they didn't notice the stairs changing.

"Uh-oh. Where are we?" Scor asked. Albus shrugged and looked around.

"I think we're a few floors above the common room." he replied. They turned to go back down the stairs when they heard footsteps and panting. They looked at each other in alarm. Then Scor pulled Albus into a small indent in the wall, covered by shadows. A moment later they recognized a popular 7th year Slytherin speedwalking past with a very anxious look on his face. Suddenly, a few steps away, he stopped and look around. Scor and Albus held their breath and waited for him to continue. He did. They waited a little over a minute before rushing back to Gryffindor common room, eager to tell Rose what they saw.