The young girl stumbled around in the cold forest, the snow feeling like small razor blades on her bare feet, the icy air around her quickly numbing the exposed skin of her arms and legs. Her heart was beating rapidly and she felt panicked as the reality of the situation that she had gotten herself into crashed over her.

She was old enough to know the rules, and she had known from the very beginning that she was making a horrible and possibly irreversible mistake. While she had felt anger and determination only minutes before, now she only felt overwhelming fear and regret. Her breaths came out short and fast, stinging her lungs on every inhale, and creating little puffs of smoke on every exhale.

"DADDY!" she screamed for him over and over but no one was around, only trees and snow as far as she could see. It seemed to be morning time, the snow making everything around her vivid and making her eyes sting at the sudden brightness of the day. It was lightly snowing and she hastily tried to wipe the flakes falling on her skin, but it only made her colder so she stopped.

She tried not to cry, knowing that tears on her face would only make her colder but she was quickly losing the battle. She knew that she was tough for her age, she had always known, but in that moment she felt anything but. She just wanted to undo the last few minutes before her feelings had gotten the best of her and had made her do something so incredibly stupid.

"DADDY I'M HERE!" she cried frantically, her eyes and nose now running from both the cold and from her losing battle to stay calm.

She knew that her Daddy had to be around here somewhere, as this was on his "timeline" as he would say. He had tried to explain it all to her several times, but she obviously hadn't paid enough attention to his words because at the moment she could hardly remember what he had said. She wasn't sure how it all worked, and frankly she didn't care, she just knew that she would happily take her punishment when she got back to when and where she was supposed to be. If it was even possible to get back. With that thought, a sob escaped her before she frantically screamed again.

"DADDY IT'S ROSE, I'M SORRY! P-PLEASE COME FIND ME I NEED YOU!"

"Hey!"

She paused as she heard a voice call out from behind her and her heart leapt in her chest, she knew that voice! She spun around and relief flooded her as she saw her dad coming over a small hill and walking towards her, his face wary and looking confused but concerned at the sight of her. His hair was longer than she had ever seen it except in pictures, and he was a lot younger than how she personally knew him. His face was pretty much clean shaven and he wasn't dressed as nice as she was used to seeing him dress, but she would recognize him anywhere and it was him!

He was cautiously walking towards her now as she ran towards his tall frame, desperate to reach him. She knew that no matter his age, to her he signified safety and she really needed that safety at that moment. She watched as he took off his coat right before she reached him and threw her arms around his waist as she sobbed into his jumper, his smell both familiar and unfamiliar to what she was used to.

She felt as he quickly wrapped the coat around her shivering body. "What in the bloody hell kid?" he said incredulously, as if he couldn't believe that he was seeing what he was seeing. "Why are you running around in the middle of nowhere dressed in a shirt and shorts? It's snowing outside." he said as if it wasn't completely obvious.

She only shook her head and sobbed harder into his jumper, her arms tightening around him as she felt him try to shift a little bit away from her. When he spoke again, his demeanor had changed and his voice was now much softer. "How old are you? How long have you been out here? Where are your parents?" he asked her as she felt him try to gently peel her off of him. She could tell that he was pretty uncomfortable with her clinging on to him like she was but she didn't care, she was too happy to have found him and she didn't let up her hold on him.

"Here. Let me uh...pick you up ok?" he said hesitantly. "You can't just walk in the snow barefoot, blimey your feet must be frozen solid."

At his words she promptly let go of him and stepped back as he bent down and put one of his arms around her back, and the other arm behind her knees and scooped her up easily. Although she was cradled in his arms, he sort of held her away from him a bit awkwardly, as if he didn't know what he was doing. It had been a long while since he had held her as she wasn't a baby anymore, but she felt much safer in his arms and was glad to no longer be standing in the snow.

"I'm ei-eight and a half." she choked out, her crying just about done with. "And I've only been out here a couple of minutes I think."

"Okay. Good, that's a start." he sounded relieved that she had stopped crying and started slowly walking with her, the snow loudly crunching under his feet. "Your name is Rose? I heard you shouting that. Where are you from and what are you doing out here Rose?"

"I'm sorry Daddy!" her lip started to tremble. "I know you told me never to go into that room and that it was dangerous but I was so mad that you left without telling me! I was scared that you wouldn't come back and I w-wanted to go with you." she started crying again even as she tried to stop her tears in vain as she wiped her eyes with her cold hands. She knew that he wouldn't understand anything that she was saying because it hadn't happened yet of course, but the overwhelming feeling of guilt had made the words fly out of her mouth regardless.

She watched through her watery eyes as he pursed his lips uncomfortably, still looking forwards as he walked. "Uhm. So Rose, my name is erm, Stan. I don't know why you called me Daddy, but I'm sure we can find him and he'll forgive you for whatever it is that you did wrong."

She tried not to giggle at the fact that he had called himself Stan. The thought of her not knowing who he was, or her not being able to recognize him at any point in his life was preposterous, even if he couldn't know that. "You are my dad. I just haven't been born yet obviously. I look like you see? Everyone always says so." she lifted her face up to show him how much they looked alike.

Still walking, he looked down and studied her face and seemed to think about this for a second. "I mean, yeah, you do kind of. I guess it's a ginger thing." he shrugged. "But that doesn't make me your dad." he chuckled lightly as if the idea was ridiculous. "I mean, I've never even-" he cut himself off quickly, his cheeks getting a bit darker before letting out a sigh. "I'm going to take you back to our tent Rose, it's just up here. I have some friends there and they are going to help me get you home, ok?"

She shook her head, a bit frustrated that he didn't believe her. "My home isn't here. I'm from the year 2013 and I'm your daughter."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "How about you tell this to my friend Hermione once we get back to the tent? She'll know what to say to you more than I do."

She huffed in agitation."I don't want to talk to her. I want to talk to you. You don't believe me about being from the future do you?"

He gave her a small grin. "Sorry kid, can't say I do. But I'll definitely see to it that you get home so don't worry about it alright?" He kept walking forwards, the tent nowhere in sight yet.

She knew that he couldn't really help her unless he believed she was who she said she was. "You're Ronald Bilius Weasley and you are living in a tent with Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger. You are hunting horcruxes so you can destroy Volde-"

He came to an abrupt halt as his hand flew up and clamped down on her mouth, cutting her off. "Don't say his name!" he hissed, his eyes darting around the forest anxiously. She had forgotten that the name had been taboo during the war.

After it was clear that nobody was coming, he pulled his hand away from her face and stared at her with wide eyes, looking horrified. "How do you know that?" he asked, his voice a pitch higher that it had just been.

"I told you. I'm your daughter." She crossed her arms matter of factly as she stared back at him.

He had gone considerably pale and was staring at her as if in shock, his eyes slowly scanning the features of her face. After a moment he started walking with her again, this time decidedly faster than he had been walking before.

"What else do you know?" he asked her hurriedly, his eyes trained on the tent that she could now vaguely see in the distance.

"Well," she started. "You're brave, except when it comes to spiders. You always try to make me kill them but I only trap them and let them go outside because it's not nice to kill innocent creatures, even if you are afraid of them."

He made a weird noise in the back of his throat but didn't respond as she went on. "You love the Chudley Cannons and you took me to a game a few months ago. You ate a hot dog and bought me a foam finger that shoots glitter whenever the Cannons score a goal, but they didn't score that game so I didn't get to see it happen." she added in a disappointed tone.

He was walking real fast now and looking mildly like he was going to throw up, but she knew that he at least partially believed her now.

She started to list a bunch of random facts about him so he would have zero doubt that she was telling the truth. "You hate the color maroon, even though grandma insists that you like it. You love chocolate frogs and would actually live on chocolate if you could. You swear way too much, but you try to apologize to me when you do curse. Your birthday is March first, nineteen eighty. You hate having secondhand anything. You are a master of chess and can beat every person in the family including your circle of friends. Your patronus is a jack russell terrier and you've trained him to do the most ridiculous things. You dislike corned beef sandwiches and you absolutely love bacon-"

They had come up to the tent by now and he pushed open the flap as he barged in. It was warmer in the tent and she immediately felt better and couldn't wait until her feet were able to warm up all of the way, as they still stung from walking in the snow. He quickly made his way over to a table where two other pairs of eyes stared at her alarmingly, but didn't say anything.

He plopped her gently down on top of the worn wood of the table between them and then sank down in a chair quickly, as if he were lightheaded and unable to stand for a minute longer.

"Harry. Hermione." he panted, gesturing towards her. "I think she's- I think she's my daughter."