Hey, beautiful readers! Sorry about the mix up with the last chapter. I wasn't happy about the intro so I decided to take it down and re-upload it. Once again, I'm so sorry for the confusion. As I have said twelve times now (not really, I exaggerate a lot), I'm not happy with these first couple chapters. I pinky promise they get better soon! I learned so much about writing from the time I started "A Beautiful Problem" to now. Now, let's jump into the next chapter!

Disclaimer: If I were to say I own Harry Potter and that I am JK Rowling, that would be a complete, utter lie.

Christmas holiday went by in a blink of an eye. After hearing "Way to show that Malfoy boy, Rosie! That's my girl!" all break, I was ready to get back to Hogwarts. I wished I had had something interesting to tell all the Gryffindor's over the holiday, but mine was just like always: James pranked everyone in sight, Dad fell down a flight of stairs, Mum broke another testing record, and Uncle Harry saved all of wizard kind again (not really, I just felt like throwing that in for good measure) On August 30, Dad sat up suddenly in the living room.

"Merlin's pants! Rosie, you go back to school in two days!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, like it was shocking news.

I rolled my eyes. Dad had always been a bit on the slow side. How he ever got Mum, you may ask? I think we shall never know.

"About time you wake up and notice, Dad."

He jumped up frantically and ran upstairs, coming back down in his wizard's robes.

"Hermione, dear," he shouted at the top of his lungs up the stairs, "I'm taking Rosie to Diagon Alley to get parchment, quills, boy deflectors, and stuff like that!"

Mum called something from up the stairs, but by that time, he had grabbed my arm and we have disapperated. The alley formed itself in front of us. The street was filled with other Hogwarts students preparing for the new semester also. Walking in front of me, I saw a girl with long brown hair, swishing in the magical breeze.

"Mariana!"

She turned around with a huge smile, running to tackle me with a hug.

"Oh, Rosie, I can't believe this! Oh, Daddy, this is Rosie!"

Michael Corner, who his daughter had taken after drastically, smiled down at me.

"Well, hi there Rosie. It's nice to meet you, finally. Mariana's been talking about you a lot." He looked behind his daughter, "Ron! Good to see you again!"

Dad smiled back, being especially kind to him, which was odd, considering Michael had dated his sister.

"How is Ginny doing?" Michael asked.

Dad's smiled flickered a little, but he responded cheerfully.

"She and Harry Potter got married."

Michael's eyes, which were the exact ocean shade of blue as his daughter's, got wide with surprise.

"Really? Well, that's great! Harry's a good guy, how's he doing?"

"Great," Dad said, "He's head of the Auror Department and I'm second, Hermione's head of Magical Law Enforcement, and Gin's Senior Quidditch Reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"Wow," Michael said, obviously impressed, "That's great! I married Mandy Brocklehurst; she was in our year, but in Ravenclaw. She and I are both Healers at St. Mungo's."

Dad nodded enthusiastically, and Mariana cleared her throat loudly.

"Dad, can Rosie and I go wander?"

"Yes, Mariana, BUT NOT ONE STEP DOWN KNOCKTURN ALLEY, understand me?"

Mariana and I linked arms and skipped down the street, and into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Uncle George!"

My blue, twinkly eyed, red haired, and always up to no good uncle ran over and lifted me in the air.

"How's Rosie Posie Shmosie?!" he said, while tickling me in the stomach.

I giggled.

"Good, oh Uncle George, this is my best friend Mariana Corner."

"Corner, did you say?" Uncle George said with the air of surprise, "Wasn't there a Corner bloke that Ginny snogged her fourth year at Hogwarts?"

Mariana pretending to barf.

"Too much information, Mr. Weasley."

Uncle George raised his eyebrows and attempted to look menacing.

"Now look here, young lady. Mr. Weasley is my father, bless his soul that old, loony, Muggle lover. You can call me George, Uncle George, that weirdo, Shop-keeper-dude, basically anything but Bertha, because that's a creepy name."

Mariana's face turned red.

"My grandmother's name is Bertha."

George's ears went red.

"Oh, so sorry, Mariana."

She laughed.

"Gotchya!"

George's chest welled up with proudness and patted her on the shoulder.

"Good choice, Rosie. Well, Mariana, any friend Rosie Posie Shmosie is a friend of mine. If you'd like anything, just pick it up, it's yours!"

Mariana looked like someone just told her James had a Quidditch accident. Skipping around, she picked up some Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, a Pygmy Puff ("She's so cute! I'm naming her Rosie, after you!"), and most everything in the WonderWitch line. She claims she didn't take any fireworks, but I saw her transfigure something and shove it into her pocket. Half of me felt I should warn James for something exploding next time he tries to go asleep in his dorm bed. Next, we headed off to Twilfit & Tattings for these new witch's headbands that were all the rage in Hogwarts. Thirdly, we actually got what we were there to get – stationary, quills, potions ingredients, and textbooks – and popped into Quality Quidditch Supplies super quickly. Finally, after a sundae (or two… or three) at Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour, we found are father's having a drink in The Leaky Cauldron.

"Hi, Rosie," Dad said with a smile, "Got all your stuff?"

I nodded. Michael got up from his stool and put his arm around Mariana.

"We should probably be heading home; Mummy should be home from her shift soon."

"Oh goodie!" Mariana said with a smile. "I'll see you at Platform 9 and 3/4!"

Dad made his way to the fireplace.

"Had a few firewhiskey's," he said with a grin, "Might not wanna risk Apperating. Let's take the Floo Network just to be on the safe side.

I rolled my eyes.

"A few, Dad?"

I grabbed some of the Floo Powder, threw it into the fireplace, which immediately roared emerald green.

"52 Dumbledore's Pathway!" I shouted, and I stepped out of the fireplace in the kitchen.

"Hi, sweetums," my Mum said, not looking up from her book, "How was Diagon Alley?"

"Good, I ran into Mariana and her dad! Dad and Mr. Corner hit it off," I said, just as my father stepped out of the fire.

"Really?" Mum said surprised, "I figured he would have beat him up for snogging Ginny her fourth year."

"Me too," I whispered back, as Dad collapsed asleep on the couch.

"Firewhiskey?" Mum asked smartly.

I nodded. We all knew Dad couldn't take too much of it. He liked to pretend he could if he wanted to, though. We humor him, because he's Dad.

Bright and early Saturday morning, we all headed down to Platform 9 and ¾, casually slipping through the barrier, so that the Muggles wouldn't notice.

"Hey, James, there's your girlfriend," I said pointedly, seeing Alice Longbottom standing next to her mother.

"Shut up," James said, turning bright red.

"Hey, Hannah!" Aunt Ginny yelled, waving to Mrs. Longbottom, who walked over with her son and daughter.

"Hi Jerry, Hi Alice!" I said with a wave.

"Hey," the two twins responded.

Jerry, who looked remarkably like his father, and Alice, who look remarkable like her mother, both stood there waiting to run off the second the Hogwarts Express chugged up.

"Bye, Mum!" the twins yelled as soon as they glimpsed the scarlet train, permitted their mother to kiss them on the cheek, and running off with James to go see their friends.

My mum and Aunt Ginny both kissed me goodbye.

"Now remember, Rosie," said my dad, putting his hand on my shoulder, "All boys are icky and terrible, and you will get Spattergroit if you touch them, got it?"

I rolled my eyes and walked off towards the train.

"And remember to beat Malfoy at everything!"

I continued to walk.

"EVERYTHING, ROSIE, EVERYTHING!"

"Shut up, Ron!" my mum said in an annoyed voice, and I heard her whip out her wand, "Silencio!"

He was probably still shouting something, thank God I couldn't hear.

While walking through the hallway, I accidently bumped into Scorpius.

"Walk much, Weasley?" Scorpius said, though he couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, occasionally, Malfoy," I said, though I couldn't keep from smiling also. Walking past him, I found Al, Mariana, Jack Thomas, and Tommy Finnigan sitting a compartment.

"Hey," Mariana said with a smile, "You ready?"

I smiled.

"You bet your wand I am. Where's your chess set, Al?"

So we all laughed, ate a whole box full of Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, played some chess (which I dominated at), and road off toward my favorite place in the world – Hogwarts School of Wizardry.

Did you notice Ron and Hermione's address? Huh? Did you? "Dumbledore's Pathway". Hey, they have Godric's Hallow after Godric Gryffindor. I think Dumbledore needed his own, special village, too :) Thanks for all you're comments! They are incredible!