So I've realized I'm not exactly very consistent with this story, and I'm terribly sorry about it. I've been having major problems with this story, and that and worrying about my finals has been a bit too much to allow all that much time for writing. I thank you all who will still continue to read this story, even if I don't publish as often as anyone would like.
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Thanks Again!
"Fancy meeting you here, Weasley"
Excuse my french, but...Why the hell is he ALWAYS there?
"I can't say the same to you," I replied, irritated.
He put a hand over his chest and faked a shocked expression across his face. "I'm highly offended, I'll have you know. I was just trying to be kind toward someone who had just fallen, but if you don't like my company, I'll just go."
I growled, "Help me up you insolent prat."
"Manners Weasley, or did your parents not teach you any?" He smirked down at me. Why must he use my own words against myself?
"Just help me up, Scorpius." He raised his eyebrow. "Please." I added.
"All you had to do was ask." At that he gave me his hand to take. I grabbed it, pulled myself up, and hoped just to walk away without another word.
No such luck. "Where do you think you're going, Weasley?"
"Would you stop calling me that?" I asked, becoming more and more frustrated. "I have a first name. Its not just Weasley."
"Really? Must have slipped my mind."
I shook my head, deciding to leave instead continuing arguing with him. As I walked away, I prayed he would just leave me alone. But I look next to me, and he was in sync with my steps.
Grand, I thought, Does he really feel that he needs to bug me this much? Because honest and truly, he doesn't. I tried to speed up to get away from him.
"Wait." He said, I continued walking. "Weasley, would you just stop for one moment!"
"What!" I said, looking slightly exasperated.
He held out his hand which held a familiar hat of mine. "Oh." I said, not sure what I should actually say. "Thanks."
"No problem. See you around." He said, and left, not bothering to wait for a response.
For some odd reason I was slightly disappointed.
I continued walking around Hogsmeade for a long while after that, and found myself at the Shrieking Shack. It was my favorite place to visit. My father told me about how he had once broken his leg there, but he never bothered to explain why. But the reason I liked the Shrieking Shack was because in my third year when Albus and myself had first been to Hogsmeade, I had gotten lost in the big crowd of people, and ended up here, of all spots, and later he had soon found me, asking what happened.
I believe it just gave me a comfort that if I ever were to get lost again, people will still come looking to find me. At least, that's what I hoped.
As a sat on the ground, with leaves rustling around me in the late Autumn, it felt as if I had no cares in the world. Autumn was my favorite season by far, and whenever I told anybody that, they'd always ask me if I was joking. I mean, must people say Spring, because its a sign of new life, or Summer because its carefree, and some people even say Winter just because it's all white. I loved Fall though, because of all the different colors. It's as if right before something dies, it shows it's true self. A leaf will change from a delicate green, and somehow change to a Maroon or red color. Just like people, who you thought you had known the whole time, who suddenly change into something else. But when leaves change colors, no one questions it. Which is entirely different then when people do.
The crunching of leaves suddenly broke my silence. I turned to look at who was coming. Expecting to see some third or fourth year, instead I found myself looking straight at an extremely fiery tempered redhead. "How did I know you would be here?" Lily asked.
"Because its where I spend the majority of my time when I'm alone." I responded.
"Well. That's true." She took a seat next to me on the ground. "Rose... I don't understand."
I had no idea what on earth she was talking about. "You don't understand what, Lily?"
"Why everyone expects us all to be amazing." She paused. "The Potters, Harry Potter's children. As if it means something great. I mean, I know what my dad did Rose, I do, but sometimes I'd rather be Lily Luna. Not Lily Luna Potter."
She rested her head on my shoulder, being two years younger than myself, she was the sister I was never privileged to have. We talked together more than people would expect. "I think what's important is that you learn that Lily Luna Potter isn't just Harry Potter's daughter. You Ginny Potter's daughter, your my cousin, Albus and James' sister. But more importantly, your family. So, you may never live up to what everyone expects you to be, but to our family, you will live up to be Lily Luna Potter. And that's the only way we'd have it."
She looked at me and gave me a half smile. "Thanks Rosie. It helps." We sat there under that tree for a while until it was time to head back to Hogwarts. We got up, and she hugged me.
When we got back to the Castle, we headed to the Great Hall and sat down to eat at the Gryffindor table.
When we had all finished our meals, I started to go to the Common Room, only to remember, that tonight I had to patrol with none other than Albus. Which was quite a relief, because there had been quite a good chance that my Partner was going to Scorpius, which would have been quite unfortunate. So I went to the Common Room anyway, because I didn't need to start until Eight and it was only Seven O'clock.
I got out my novel(Yes, Hermione Granger's own flesh and blood does kill all of her brain cells by reading NOVELS, instead of textbooks) and sat curled up in an armchair near the fireplace, quite comfortably. I continued to read for almost an hour, before checking the clock and realizing, I would be late if I didn't hurry. And I HATED being late.
So with that, I gather up my books, and ran.
And I made it too. But because I made it, Fate felt it necessary to piss me off, and because of it I ran straight into my cousin, hit my head on his, fell on the ground, and hit my head on that too.
"Dang it Rose!" Was all I heard before I saw stars and then just black.
A/N:
Hello people. I realize that this wasn't much of a chapter even with all the time it took to write it, and I feel quite bad about it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I promise it will get better!
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YoungAndLiving
