Hello..please don't hurt me. Yes, it's been a few years. Yes, maybe I do have a reliable excuse, maybe I don't. I'm sorry for the poor quality of this chapter but it is mildly rushed as I just wanted to update to prove I am alive! Hurray!

I watched my family grow smaller and smaller as the Hogwarts express gained speed. My stomach churned and I quickly put my hand over my mouth, afraid that my breakfast would spill out. I don't do well on trains. Muggles call it travel sickness, and I guess my nervous nature didn't help my queasy state.

In the hurriedness of getting onto the train among the rest of the Howarts students, I had lost track of my two cousins, Al and Dom, who were starting with me. We were meant to go and find a carriage for ourselves, but now I had lost them.

"Rose! Over here! Are you okay" I jumped at the sound of my name, turning my head to locate the source, who happened to be Fred Weasly, my cousin and a second year Gryffindor.

"Thank goodness I found you Fred" I exclaimed in gratitude "I lost Dom and Al, can I sit with you until I find them?"

Fred steered me towards his carriage, and as we approached the doors, I was able to see who was inside.

James Potter, or the most arrogant prick alive, 'but I still love him because he's more my brother than cousin', was seated on the window ledge, grinning at me and Fred. I swear, I didn't think it was possible for James' ego to swell any bigger over his first year at Hogwarts, but he had returned for the holidays full of self-praise and a head too big for his own good.

Sitting next to James, playing a game of exploding snap, were Frankie Longbottom and Liam Boot. Frankie was a family friend of mine, although he was treated more of a cousin than a family friend. I didn't know much about Liam, but he seemed to be involved in plenty of pranks pulled by the four friends when he stayed with the Potters during the summer.

"Hey Rose, did you see Victoire and Teddy?" James asked, disgusted, "they were snogging!"

His face turned up, obviously grossed out by the affection between our extremely beautiful part Veela cousin and Dom's older sister, and James' Godbrother.

I laughed, "No James, let them be happy. I think it's cute, we all knew it was bound to happen, anyway"

He huffed and crossed his arms, slumping back further into the windowsill. Liam blushed bright red at the mention of Victoire, and Fred shoved him, "she's my cousin Boot, don't even think about it!"

I sat with them for a few minutes before deciding to go and find Dom and Al, were I would probably have a more enjoyable time, no offense to these four.

All I had to do to find the pair was follow the gossip and whispering that was coming out of each carriage, mentioning the fact that Harry Potter now had not one, but two sons aboard the Hogwarts Express, and people eagerly asking which carriage the infamous Albus Severus was in.

Sighing, I opened the carriage in which Dom and Al were in, surprised at the appearance of not only two, but three first years. A boy with almost white coloured hair, and blue eyes as warm as the morning sky sat laughing at one of my cousin Dom's jokes.

I vividly remembered this boy as Scorpious Malfoy, the boy that Dad had warned me about back on platform nine and three quarters. Well, if Dom and Al were chatting to him, I decided to make up my own mind about Scorpious.

Taking a seat next to Dom, I announced "Hey, I'm Rose" in Scorpious' direction.

He nodded at me, and, smiling, went back to his conversation with Dom.

Dominque Weasley is one of my best friends, along with being my cousin. She has long flowing blonde hair, which she managed to turn black once with a sprout of magic at the age of eight. My Aunt Fleur had nearly cried at the sight, muttered in French and went right to work in turning it back to its dazzling normal blonde. My Uncle Bill, however, had chuckled and praised Dom, telling her it suited her. It was this that influenced the long black streaks incorporated into her blonde hair, and her desire to dye it black the minute she was allowed to use her wand at school.

Despite Dom's stunning looks and charming nature, she could not be more unlike her Mother and sister Victoire, in the sense that she is the biggest tomboy I know. She does everything to try and break out of her sister's shadow, hates her name Dominique, hence the Dom nickname, and spends more time playing on a broomstick than looking after her appearance. Her older sister Victoire is in her seventh year at Hogwarts, and Dom and her have a troubled relationship. I would not be surprised if they barely speak to each other this whole school year.

Sitting back, I relaxed and joined in on Dom, Al and Scorpious' conversation about which houses they hoped to be in. I was feeling more relaxed than nervous now, and my breakfast had finally settled its way back into my stomach, rather than forcing its way up my throat.

I'm currently in year 12, and everything's taking its toll. I'm working and have a social life (sort of) please don't hurt me.

Love you all, more than ever xx