A/N: Sorry it's been a while, my computer was being fixed so I couldn't update any of my stories for the last two weeks, and I wanted to make sure that this chapter was perfect. Thanks for all of your great reviews! I want to thank angharad xoxo for giving me some great ideas for this chapter.

"Okay," said James, "We're going to need to get into McGonagall's office to get it, that's the really hard part. Then, we need to get into Slughorn's office to get the Veritaserum."

James, Lily, Hugo, and Albus were sitting at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. It was Saturday, six days since the big Rose/Scorpius fight, and they both had been thoroughly ignoring each other.

"How are we supposed to get the pensive?" asked Albus.

"Well," said Lily tentatively, "We could just ask to borrow it."

"Are you mental?" asked Hugo, "We can't just ask for it!"

"We can't," said James calmly, but you can," he pointed at Albus.

"Why me? Why do I have to ask?" said Albus indignantly.

"Because," sighed James, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You're a Ravenclaw. You're going to ask her to borrow it for academic purposes, to relive a lecture or something. She'll think that that's great, because you're showing that you care about your studies. Do you really think she'd believe that if I said it?"

Albus knew his brother was right. "Fine, but that means that it's your job to get the Veritaserum."

"No problem," said James, "And you," he pointed to Lily, "will give it to Rose and ask her to explain in as many words as possible how she feels about Scorpius. Make sure you're alone when you do it. Slip it into her drink at lunch and then drag her out of the hall. Then you," he pointed to Albus, "will do the same with Scorpius."

"And what's Hugo going to do?" asked Lily.

"He'll distract Slughorn while I get the Veritaserum," replied James.

"Alright, if we want to finish this by the end of the day we'd better move," said Hugo.

"McGonagall is leaving the hall," said James, "intercept her," he told Albus.

"Professor!" called Albus, following McGonagall out of the hall, and feeling extremely nervous.

"Yes Potter?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor."

"Well, you could always ask and see what happens."

"I was wondering if I could borrow your pensive."

"Why on earth do you need my pensive?"

"I'm having a little bit of trouble in Transfiguration and I need to revisit a lecture, I don't think that my notes are good enough."

"Now Potter, I taught your Uncles Fred and George Weasley. I know a lie when I hear one. Clearly it is important for you to have the pensive. I just want the truth."

Albus thought, if he told the truth McGonagall might give it to him. She knew he was lying, so he didn't really have anything to loose.

"Well, Professor, Rose and Scorpius haven't spoken in a week, and it's all my fault."

"How so?"

"I can't really explain, but I told Scorpius a lie, and well, let's just say it's my fault. Anyway they're both really sorry, but they won't tell each other. But if they tell me and I put the memories in the pensive and make them watch then they'll make up." It was the truth, sort of.

"There's more to this than you're telling me, isn't there?"

"Yes, but it's sort of personal."

Professor McGonagall looked like she was going through an internal struggle. Her 'I'm a big bad professor' side and her 'I'm actually a nice compassionate person' side were fighting it out in her brain. "Very well," she said tersely, "Come with me. We shall fetch it from my office."

Albus could have hugged her.


"Professor Slughorn?" Hugo was outside Slughorn's office, with Slughorn, who was just leaving. The door was slightly ajar, giving James, who was under the invisibility cloak he had gotten from Harry, enough room to slip into the office.

"Yes my boy?" Hugo, who was very good at potions, was one of Slughorn's favorites, along with the rest of the Potter's and Weasley's, just because of who their parents were.

"I was wondering if you could help me, I have a question about the uses of mandrake leaves in potions. That essay is due next Tuesday and I still don't fully understand it."

Slughorn went into a long explanation, and Hugo was thankful when James silently tapped his shoulder, telling him it was safe to go.

At Slughorn's next pause Hugo said, "Thanks so much Professor, I'm sure my essay will be brilliant thanks to you."

"Don't mention it my boy, don't mention it."


It was evening in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Rose and Scorpius were sitting on opposite sides of the room, and apart from Albus no one was there. Albus had told them all about his plan, and made them leave. They were all listening through their dormitory doors, everyone eager to see the couple get together.

Albus set the pensive down on the table and poured the memories into it, then he went upstairs. A figure of Rose came up out of the pensive and both Rose and Scorpius eyed it warily.

The figure began to speak, replaying the explanation it had given Lily earlier that day. "Why do I love Scorpius?" it said, "I love everything about him." Rose paled; she looked like she wanted to throw herself out of the nearest window. Scorpius was frozen in shock. "He's funny and witty, and he's really smart. He cares about other people, and is always trying to help out. Even though we fight all of the time I can never stay mad at him because he's just that irresistible, and he's an amazing flier. I love how he can challenge me, and he accepts me for who I am. He knows everything about me, from my favorite color, to my favorite Quiditch teams, to my biggest pet peeves. He always knows how to make me feel better or to make me laugh, and he makes me feel like a real person, not just another Weasley, or Harry Potter's niece, or Ron and Hermione Weasley's daughter. I love when our eyes connect and I know that he knows exactly what I'm thinking. That plus the fact that he's outrageously good looking makes it impossible for me not to love him."

The real Rose was horrified, she was about to run away when the Scorpius figure came out. It was the real Scorpius' turn to look horrified. As the fake Scorpius began to speak Rose froze.

"I love Rose. I love how she can challenge me. How she is really good at everything she does. She's a great Quiditch player; she's the smartest in the year, even though I like to think that I am. She's funny, and clever, and always has a witty remark ready when we fight. I love to fight with her in some ways just to see her get mad at me because she looks so sexy when she puts her hands on her hips and gets the fire in her eyes. I love that when my grey eyes connect with those hazel ones I can see right into her soul, and I have the feeling that she can see right into mine. I love how she knows every insignificant detail about me, and I love how she cares how I'm feeling. I love how she's a compassionate person who looks out for others. I love how she was the first person at Hogwarts who could look past my last name and see that I'm really a different person from my father. I love everything about her!"

As the Scorpius figure disappeared the real Scorpius and the real Rose were looking at each other, directly eye to eye. And almost instantly they were on top of each other. They were snogging so fiercely, as six years of pent up emotions and desires rushed forth in that one moment, that they didn't notice all of the Ravenclaws emerging from their dormitories, clutching extendable ears and cheering loudly. They didn't notice the appearance of the entire Weasley/Potter clan, nor the satisfied looks on Clarice's, James', Hugo's, Lily's, and especially Albus' faces.

Rose's insides were singing as she felt Scorpius' lips against her own. She had never felt so alive. Scorpius' was mentally kicking himself for never just telling Rose about his feelings. How could he have wasted so much time when they could have been doing this? It was pure heaven, and neither noticed the entrance of none other than Professor McGonagall.

"Potter, I was wondering if you'd finished with my pensive I—" she stopped in her tracks upon seeing Scorpius and Rose, snogging in plain view of the entire room.

"Yes Professor, I am finished with it," said Albus hurriedly, he grabbed a vial and took the memories out saying, "let me just get my memories out, here you go." He shoved the pensive into her hands.

"Sort of personal," she muttered, before addressing Albus, "Thank you. I see you were successful in patching things up between Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, Professor I was," Albus couldn't help but beam.

"Well, I had hoped that you hadn't been interfering, but," she looked over at James, this had his work written all over it, "I forgot who I was talking to," she sighed, trying to hide a smile as she left.

She closed the door a little too hard and it seemed to turn the sound on for Rose and Scorpius who broke apart. The room was still full of cheers and wolf-whistles. They separated from each other.

"Rose Weasley," said Scorpius, "would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he exaggerated a bit for the benefit of the audience, which had since quieted down.

Rose continued playing the part and said, "It would be my pleasure." They leaned in for a chaste kiss before separating, though still holding hands.

"Albus Severus Potter," said Rose, "you did this, didn't you?" She was trying to sound strict and angry, but couldn't quite manage it, she was just too happy.

"I did, but I didn't do it alone, I had a bit of help, you see, from—"

Albus was cut off by James who said, "'A bit of help?' I bloody well planned the whole thing, don't you go and take the credit!" he turned back to Rose and Scorpius, "You see my dear cousin, you and young Scorpius here were beating around the bush and we were sick of it, so we decided to lend a hand, or five."

"How many people were in on this?" asked Scorpius incredulously.

"Well," said Lily, "James set the whole thing up, and was aided by me, Al, Hugo, and Clarice."

"Clarice? You knew about this? I poured my entire heart out to you!" said Rose indignantly.

"That was the point. They knew that you'd tell me anything, and they needed to know what you were thinking," said Clarice.

"Wait a minute!" said Scorpius, "It was you guys the whole time. The patch on Rose's broom, the hippogriff, the—"

"Yes, yes," said James impatiently, "the raincloud, the broom cupboard, Robert Finnegan, it was all us. To be honest, we started thinking that nothing would work! This was our last hope, and then we were going to give up and wait for you to get yourselves together."

"But," said Hugo, as he, Lily, James, and Albus made to leave, "because we were so nice, and did you a favor by doing this, you have to tell dad." And with that they left. By now the rest of Ravenclaw had gotten rather board and had trickled down to dinner.

"Oh crap!" said Rose.

"What?"

"Dad. He isn't going to be happy."

"Well, I can't say that mine will be thrilled, but it's worth it, right?"

"Completely," and they leaned in to kiss.

By the time that Albus returned to the Common Room at midnight he found Rose and Scorpius asleep on the couch. Rose's head was on Scorpius' shoulder, her curly red hair spread across his chest. His arm was around her waist and both were smiling in their sleep. It seemed like a very hopeful picture to Albus. And, he thought, as he went upstairs the bed, now he knew that when 'Fate' was on vacation all he had to do was call upon his brother, James Potter.

A/N: Okay, so I think that this is where I want to end it, I might do one more chapter about telling Ron, but only if people are interested. So drop me a review and tell me how you liked the ending, and if you'd like to see a sort of epilogue chapter. XOXO