The five year old wouldn't come from the tree. Twelve year old Herbert was getting frustrated. He had already gathered his younger brothers, but Rose refused to come down. He wasn't even sure how she got up there in the first place.
The Ravenclaw boy sighed as he called out to his sister, "Rose, come on down. We need to get inside. It's getting dark outside." He glanced at the sinking sun nervously.
Even though their family was well hidden in the countryside, it didn't stop them from being scared. Scared of the darkest wizard of all time. Grindelwald was out there, and no one was safe. Not even the Parkin's children. So many people had already died. So many people didn't show up to Hogwarts after breaks, and summers. So many people were killed. The muggle borns were especially sacred, what with the Nazi's and all.
But none of this would matter if Herbert could just get Rose down from that tree. She giggled, "No, I wanna stay!"
"Rose, now!" He looked around again. Oliver, his eight year old brother, sighed. Oliver would most likely end up in Hufflepuff, do to his never ending patience. While John, almost ten, would be an amazing Slytherin.
Oliver gave his own attempt to their younger sister, "Rose, would you be ever so helpful and come down?"
Rose shook her head, a smile on her lips, "I like it here, though." Oliver glanced at Herbert as if to tell him he had tried. Herbert shrugged. He wasn't that athletic, he despised almost all sports except Quidditch. And then he tolerated it, barely. Mostly only because his best friend was a Keeper.
Actually of the four of them, Rose was the only athletic one. Which would later come into play when she became captain of The Holyhead Harpies for seven years, before becoming a commentator, but that had nothing to do with this moment in time.
Finally Oliver stepped up, "Rose, if you come down from the tree, I'll give you a piggy back ride, and read to you from that book you like, the one about Quidditch."
She bounced, "You promise?"
Oliver nodded, while Herbert grinned at his little brother for finally getting Rose to pay attention, "Yes, I promise Rose."
"Okay," she bounced a little before hopping out of the tree. All three boys cried out rushing forward to catch her.
"Rose!" Oliver screeched. He moved forward his arms out stretched, only to trip over a rock and fall on his face.
John rushed to catch his sister only to cry out, "Rose, no, don't- OLIVER!" He promptly toppled over Oliver.
"AHH!" was all Herbert could say before he landed on top of his brother. Rose landed lightly on the boys.
She peered down at them, laughing slightly, "Whatchya doin'?" They detangled themselves.
John shook his head, "Nothing." While Oliver snorted slightly, rubbing his head.
Herbert grinned at his sister, taking her hand, "He's right Rose. Let's go home now guys."
It was summer, 1948.
Yo, Andy here. Sorry about this chapter, I'm reloading it. Sorry about the fact that it was unreadable.
This ones also set early in this character's life. He was around 62 when he died.
