A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Assorted Appreciation: 14 Krampus - Write about someone writing a letter to Santa - Alt - Dialogue: "I wish my Mom and Dad could fall in love again."

Showtime: 4 - Sparklejollytwinklejingley - (word) Gloomy

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Light the menorah - (emotion) Rage

Northern Funfair – Petting zoo - Elvis the Elephant - Feed: (prompt) Write about someone remembering something

Eastern Funfair – Angel tree - Ron Weasley - Ron/Hermione, Emotion: Heartbroken

Warning: mentions of divorce

Word Count: 612

Rose Weasley glared out the window. It was a gloomy winter day. The sky was grey and it was cold. Well, she couldn't tell it was cold by looking out the window, but the glass in the window was cold. It was also the middle of January, therefore, it was cold.

"I wish Mummy and Daddy could fall in love again," she whispered looking up at the sky. She knew that if you wished on a star, the wish might come true. She'd also just learned that the stars are always out, but just weren't visible during the day. She remembered the fight, the screaming, the sound of glass breaking, then sobbing, Mummy sobbing, and Daddy was gone. Mummy had tried to explain that it wasn't Rose's fault. That sometimes mummies and daddies fell out of love with each other and in love with someone else. Rose didn't understand this love nonsense. They were her mummy and daddy and they were supposed to be here together.

"Rose, darling, would you like to come help with dinner?" Hermione asked walking into the living room. Rose barely looked up at her.

"No thanks, Mummy. I'm looking for stars."

"You can't see the stars during the day, remember?"

"I remember, but maybe, just maybe if I see one, I can make a wish and it'll come true," Rose stated looking over from the window. Hermione's shoulders sagged slightly. She knew what Rose was trying to wish for.

"Rose, honey," she started to say. Rose glared at her and turned her attention back out the window.

"There's stars out there, and one of them is going to fix everything!" she cried. Hermione walked over and sat in the window seat next to her daughter.

"Rose, I know you're upset about me and your father, but no matter how many stars you wish on, we're not going to get back together. We're just not the right people for each other."

"Why not!" Rose screamed crossing her arms across her chest. Tears poured from her hazel eyes. Hermione gently put a hand on her shoulder.

"Because your father likes someone else, someone that's not me. He wants to live with him, be married to him."

"That's stupid. What about me?"

"What about you, Rose?"

"Don't I get a say in any of this? It hurts in my heart, we're supposed to be a family. A mummy, a daddy, and me. That's how it is in all the books!"

Hermione blinked for a moment. She'd never thought about that.

"Well, I'm sure there's books where it's not like that. I'm sure there's books where there's two mummies, or two daddies, or just one or the other. Maybe we should see if we can find some of those kind of books?"

"I already checked my shelf."

"Really, your whole shelf?" Hermione asked thinking about the hundred or so books Rose had on her three bookcases.

"Well, the first shelf of the one by the window," Rose admitted slowly. Hermione gave her a smile.

"Then there's still two whole cases and three shelves to check. How about you help me with dinner and after dinner I'll help you look for some books where it isn't just mummy, daddy, and child?"

"Okay, I guess, but I'm not chopping the onions!" Rose yelled darting towards the kitchen. Hermione watched her and sighed slightly. They were going to get through this, together, they would somehow get through this, even if she had to go buy Rose a hundred more books just to show her that it was possible, even if she had to write the books herself, they were going to get through this.