Name: A New Generation

Prompt: {Time} Post-next Generation Era

Category: Standard

Round: 4

Position: Head

House: Gryffindor

Wordcount: 1246

A/N: Scorpius and Albus' Child and her years until Hogwarts.

When Rosetta Wolferic Malfoy-Potter was just learning how to walk, and she thought, in her teensy tiny mind, that she was rather good at it. She'd been walking around for only a little while now, being two years old and all, she thought she was doing so well. It helped that her Dads were encouraging her along the way. Scorpius Malfoy would sit himself down opposite her, and she would waddle-run to him the best she could, which was pretty good, and then when she turned around she could see her other dad, Albus Potter, motioning for her to run to him, which she would gladly do. Every time she reached one of them, the other seemed to appear out of thin air, it was by far her favorite game to play.

When she was three years old she had mastered the art of running, and could walk quite far, it was now time for her to begin potty training. This wasn't one of her most fun experiences, but she still loved it a lot. She got to sit on her own, yellow and black colored mini toilet, which looked very similar to the ones that her Dads used. She loved that fact, and it made her little three year old self feel very important. She would excuse herself through babbles, and walk herself to the bathroom, where she would have to babble in order to be let in. She would receive help to get in, but she would not let anyone help her with the rest, she was important in the bathroom, a queen in her little mind.

When she was four years old she began to learn how to speak to people more clearly, without simple babbles. She would start by saying simple phrases and she would repeat everything she heard her fathers saying. Even a few words that were so easy for her, but her fathers would quickly usher her to stop saying them. To which she would reply with more of those words, and keep repeating them everywhere. She eventually got the hang of the language, and to her surprise she was very good at it, she would talk to anyone and everyone with her new skill. She loved to talk, and those special words would slip out from time to time, not that she knew why everyone said they were bad words, but what could one do.

When she was five years old she began to focus more on reading after talking had been mastered. It all started when Scorpius had told her that he wouldn't read any more stories unless she could read one to him herself. So she chose to learn to read Alice in Wonderland, because it was her favorite book of all time. She loved it so much that she would bring it everywhere with her in order to pass the time and to learn how to read more. And as she learned to read, she could pick up more and more on what was happening in the world that she hadn't been able to understand before, the wonders that she never knew existed.

When she was six years old she began working on her skills in Math, Science, English, and History. All very important subjects for a young child to learn. To her shock, and to many other's as well, she was incredibly good at them. She was almost the highest level needed to graduate University, which surprised almost everyone she knew, including herself a great deal. She could understand almost all the knowledge that someone would present her with, and it left her longing to learn more things. She was always hungry for more knowledge, and it was undeniably insatiable. She would gobble up anything and everything that someone would throw at her, and it was incredible.

When she was seven years old she decided to learn on focusing asian based languages. She could learn almost any language in a day or two if she tried even in the slightest, and it was quite the talent that she possessed. She became rather fluent in the asian languages of the world rather quickly, and it scared her family a tiny bit with how much more she needed to know in order to not be bored. She had been made from a magical spell that made her have both her fathers' DNA, but that didn't mean that she would have any learning side effects. She was just naturally curious and it fascinated most scholars she would meet.

When she was eight years old she decided to see how many more languages she could learn, and focused on Europe for a start. She was already learning so many of them in just weeks, and she could hold fluent conversations in almost every language she was putting her mind to. It was astonishing to many family members and relatives just how much information she could cram into her small head, but she managed to wow everyone every single time they asked to see how she could speak in a language. She had learned every modernly spoken language, and she was still hungry for knowledge, a young mind just waiting to be tested.

When she was nine years old she moved onto languages that hadn't been spoken in a long time, and also dead languages. She learned all about runes and old languages of the past, and she was learning to read and write and speak fluently in them all. It was amazing and astonishing and wonderful. Nobody had seen a child so overqualified for anything, that they would never expect such wonders from the small, white haired girl. She could speak fluently in almost every old and dead language that humans had ever created, including, it would seem, caveperson language and dialects.

When she was ten years old she figured she should take her hunger for knowledge to the kitchen, and learn how to cook and bake to the best of her abilities. She, as it would turn out, was just as good at that as she was at everything else, she had learned how to cook and bake almost everything, in almost every way known to humankind. And though her physical hunger would always be satisfied, she still felt like she needed to learn more and more and more. Her brain was just never full with information it would seem. By the time the year was over she had learned not only the art of cooking and baking, but also how to dance, sew, harvest, and plant anything. Yet her brain longed for more information still.

She was eleven years old and she'd received her Hogwarts letter. Nobody was surprised, in fact they'd expected it. She received many other letters from many other schools as well, which she had decided to decline. She loved Hogwarts and the stories that her parents had told her about it. And so they went to buy her books, and a pet, and all her materials she'd need. Before sending her off onto the train of the Hogwarts Express. She was ordered inside with the other students, and heard many other names being called, and then she heard her own. She walked up to the Sorting Hat with anxious steps, and sat down, awaiting it's sorting.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" It bellowed out. And with that, Rosetta Wolferic Malfoy-Potter, the child prodigy, had been sorted into her house, Hufflepuff, the trustworthy, the loyal, and the just.