Chapter 7
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Rose's P.O.V
December soon crept icily upon the world outside the stone castle of Hogwarts. The owls shook snowflakes from feathers as they entered the Great Hall one wintry morning, showering their owners and their breakfast with melting white fluff. Taylor didn't greet Rose with a letter; Rose knew that Hermione was worried about Rose and herself. Rose had a suspicion that Teddy Lupin was scrutinizing her too closely. Rose truly just wanted everything to be in the open, but her mother's secret and her own identity was a burden Rose had been harbouring her entire life. It was a burden that Hermione didn't want to place on Rose's young shoulders but had little choice.
After breakfast; Rose, Victoire and Jayne trekked through the quickly falling snow to the greenhouses. Victoire was struggling to carve a path through the sludge and read the lengthy letter in elegant French she had just received from Fleur. "Ahhh!",Victoire exclaimed excitedly, her voice muffled by the thick Gryffindor scarf she wore, "Maman says I can invite my friends over for Christmas, so do you want to come to Shell Cottage for the holidays?"
Rose naturally wanted to attend Christmas with her best friends but she would also be with her relatives that haven't any idea of her existence, perhaps she would even see her dad? Rose was torn between two decisions; spending time with her family she has never met and risk them finding out her identity secret or spend Christmas at home and lose the opportunity to meet the Weasleys she had heard so much of?
Hermione's P.O.V
Hermione had just received a letter from Rose, asking for her permission to spend Christmas at Shell Cottage, with the Weasleys. Rose sounded distraught in the letter and once again Hermione felt guilty for placing a burden on Rose. Hermione knew how it felt to have found two friends and being accepted. Festivities with the Weasleys would always make Hermione feel alive and part of the crazy family.
If they found out? If the Weasleys found out that Rose was one of them? That they had a niece or cousin or daughter that they had never known of before? It had been a secret for eleven years and the time for the world to find out seems to be coming nearer and nearer every day. Perhaps it was time it became known, it had been long enough.
