Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones that I made up myself. I do own the plot though, but otherwise, it's JK Rowling's.

"Cousin Harry! It's me! Rose! Your cousin from America. Mum and Dad told you about me didn't they?"

"Rose? How did you get here? Did they tell you? Where are they? Are you all alright?" Harry looked so worried that Rose laughed.

"Harry! It's ok! We're all fine. I used Floo Powder to get here. Nasty experience it was, felt like being on a Tilt-O-Whirl. They told me everything. They are apparating here from the airport in a moment," Rose replied, smiling when Harry's face relaxed and he broke out into a grin.

"I'll go get you a nurse. I'll be right back," said Rose.

Rose walked out calling for a nurse. Draco turned to Harry.

"Is she really your cousin, Harry? She looks a little like you, but more like Hermione. How come you never told me about her…Err...I mean…about your family?" asked Draco.

"Yes, she is my cousin. She looks like Hermione, because her mother is Hermione's sister. Yes, I do suppose she looks a small bit like me, what with her hair and eyes. I was never allowed to tell anyone about my relatives, because Voldemort might have found out and killed them," explained Harry.

Right then, Owen and Harmony burst into the room, with Rose and a nurse trailing behind them. Harmony had burst into tears, and ran over to Harry and hugged him so tightly that he looked as if he would crack into pieces. After Harmony had finished hugging Harry, Owen walked over and gave him a bear hug as well.

"Oh Harry! We were so worried! Thank God you are alright!" sobbed Harmony.

"We had feared the worst when we read that article, but we are so glad to see you again," said Mr. Potter, sounding very relieved. He was grinning wildly, and Harmony, who had stopped crying, was now smiling as well. They both sat down in the chairs that Hermione and Ron had left there and started talking with Harry in hushed voices.

Suddenly, Rose exclaimed, "Oh no! I told Uncle Ronald and Aunt Hermione that I would tell them when Harry woke up! They were here all night waiting for you to wake up. Does anyone have a cell phone I could use?"

Draco and Harry gave Rose confused looks.

"What?" asked Rose, somewhat annoyed that they were giving her those looks.

"What is a cell phone? Some kind of muggle device?" asked Draco.

"Umm… Rose, I don't think the Weasleys know how to use a telephone. Ron tried to call me once or twice and…well… it didn't go so well," said Harry.

"Rose, darling, don't worry. I'll apparate there and be right back. Besides, I have some visiting to do," said Mrs. Potter.

"Okay. See you in a bit, Mum," replied Rose.

With a loud POP Harmony had vanished. Rose turned back to Harry to see the nurse giving him a potion to clear up his headache.

"Well, Harry, once you're all rested, we are taking you home with us. There is no way you are ever going to have to live with the Dursleys again. We've got plenty of rooms and since Rose just got accepted into Hogwarts, she'll be needing a tutor. That is, if you think you're up to it?" Mr. Potter said.

"Of course I'm up to it! Rose, you've gotten accepted into Hogwarts?! Why didn't you tell me?! This is great! I would love to tutor you! But…umm…where will Draco stay? Now that we've defeated Voldemort, the Order has been disbanded, and he has no place to go, since his house has been claimed by the Ministry. Can he come with us?" Harry pleaded.

"Certainly! Our house is always open to any friends of yours, Harry. And, Draco could also tutor Rose. So, what do you say Draco? Want to come and stay at the Potter residence?"

"Oh, please do! It would be so much fun! I could show you Navy Pier, and we could go out to eat, and … please say yes!" Rose said excitedly.

"I…I…Thank you so much. I'd love to join you, and I would definitely enjoy helping to tutor Rose," Draco stammered to Mr. Potter. Even if he'd wanted to say no, Rose's excited pleas convinced him to accept. She was so beautiful, especially when she smiled. And her laugh….. No, I shouldn't be thinking this! I barely just met her, and I don't think Mr. Potter would like it if his only daughter had a boyfriend that lived with them.

"Okay, it's settled then! You boys can live with us for as long as you like. You can each have your own rooms too. Oh, Rose, we need to get going. Your mum and I made an appointment with Dumbledore. We'll have to use the Floo network again," Mr. Potter said.

Rose's normally tan face went pale. The Floo powder had made her quite sick before, but she hadn't thought of it so much then, because of how excited she was about seeing Harry. She didn't know how well she would be able to handle it now that she was thinking about it.

"Isn't there any other way?" Rose asked.

"I'm afraid not. Hogwarts is pretty far away, and Floo powder is the fastest and easiest way to get there. Don't worry, it's not as bad the second time," Mr. Potter replied.

Rose promised that she'd visit with them later and went with her father to the fireplace that the hospital provided to access the Floo network. She went first, throwing the powder into the air and yelling, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Once again she started to spin really fast, causing her to get extremely dizzy, but in a second, she was emerging from a different fireplace, covered in ashes.

"Well, hello Miss Potter. Here, brush yourself off, and ah… here's Mr. Potter," said a very old, yet friendly looking man sitting at a large desk.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, I have already arranged for Harry and Draco to tutor Rose. We just need to get her sorted," Mr. Potter said.

"Well, let's get started then! Rose, just sit down here on this stool, and I'll place the hat on your head."

"O…ok."

She sat on the three legged stool in the middle of the room and pulled the hat over her head. All of a sudden, a voice whispered in her ear, "Ah, another Potter, eh? Let's see, yes, yes, you are remarkably smart! And what's this? Ah, unlimited bravery and courage! Yes, yes, and here we have loyalty, and what's this?! Oh dear, you are a tough one…hmmmm….yes I see, you want to be in both Slytherin and Gryffindor, one because of Mr. Malfoy, and one because of Mr. Potter….well, well…I'm sorry dear, but you are much better suited for …Gryffindor!"

Dumbledore stood up and shook her hand, and said, "You remind me of Lily, you two are very similar. Well anyways, welcome to Gryffindor! Your Head of House is Professor McGonagall. I'm sure that you will catch on very quickly, especially with the two excellent tutors you have. I will be checking on your progress every now and then, to see how you're getting along. You have almost two whole months to get ready, so you should be fine, not to mention that we will arrange for you to have special help here at Hogwarts as well. Is there anything else?"

"No, nothing else. Thanks soo much Professor Dumbledore! I won't let you down!" cried Rose gleefully.

"Alright, well you will be getting another letter before the term starts. See you then."

"Goodbye!" chorused both Mr. Potter and Rose simultaneously.

Rose picked up a handful of Floo Powder again and went back to St. Mungo's, with her father saying that he was going to go see Mrs. Potter and that he'd catch up with her in a bit. She had to tell Harry, Liv, and Draco that she was in Gryffindor. She knew she should be extremely happy, but somehow, she found herself wanting to be in Slytherin. Maybe she wanted to be with Draco…but she mustn't think of that right now, she had to go tell them the good news.

She walked in to find Draco asleep and Harry and Liv talking about something, whispering so as not to wake Draco up. They looked as if they were rather fond of each other too. While Rose was wondering about this, Harry and Liv spotted her, and motioned for her to join them.

"I did it! I've been sorted into Gryffindor! Dumbledore says I have two months to prepare for school," whispered Rose excitedly.

"Great! Well, Draco and I are ready to be released today, and we're leaving as soon as your father comes back," said Harry.

"Yes, well I need to be getting to the airport to pick up my parents, so I'll see you guys later, back home," Liv said.

"Okay, we'll see you Liv," Rose replied.

"Goodbye, Olivia," Harry said, hoping he would see her a lot during the summer. He rather fancied her, and was sad to have her leave for even a minute. He wondered why he had never noticed her before…

"Harry…Harry? Are you alright? Do I need to get the nurse? Is your headache coming back again?" Rose asked, looking extremely worried.

"I…no. I'm fine," he replied.

As Liv was walking down the hall to the entrance to the muggle world, she wondered about Harry. She thought she might fancy him a bit…or a lot. But, the question was, does he like her? She hoped he did, but was unsure. However, she would have to think of that later, because she had to go and pick up her parents from the international airport.

'Liv and Harry seem made for each other. They look so cute together. Her red curly hair complements his messy black hair quite nicely, and her honey brown eyes look good with his deep green. But, most of all, their obvious connection is what makes them seem like a couple already. They seem to like each other a lot,' Rose thought.

"Hello, dears. Are we all ready to go?" Mrs. Potter said, startling Rose from her thinking.

"Uh...yes, Mum. Harry and Draco are all ready to go. Right, Harry?" asked Rose.

"Yeah. Our trunks are all packed up. We just have to wake Draco up," Harry answered.

"Well, we are going to have to take the muggle way and use the airplane, because large trunks can't go across the ocean on the Floo network. They get lost. I already put us on the flight that leaves in an hour. So, we should get going. Harry, let me get those trunks for you, and Hedwig too. Come along, we need to get a cab. Rose, we'll be right outside. Please wake Draco and meet us there," Mr. Potter said. Mr. Potter levitated the trunks and Hedwig's cage and walked out, closely followed by Mrs. Potter and Harry.

Rose had no idea how to go about doing her newly appointed task. She couldn't just yell in his ear, and she couldn't shake him awake, because she didn't want to hurt him by accident. Then she remembered how her mother always woke her up in the mornings when she'd had a bad day. She walked quietly over to him and sat on the side of his bed. Then, she whispered in a soft and kind voice, "Draco, wake up, we're going to bring you home now."

When he didn't wake up, she touched the side of his cheek gently, and whispered a little louder, "Draco, come on, the cab is waiting outside."

He stirred and opened his eyes groggily. He found himself looking into deep pools of light green. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He felt her hand on his cheek and wished she would stay like this, her hand on his cheek and whispering in his ear, forever, but he knew it was time to go.

"Okay, one second, let me grab my wand and my…where's my trunk?" he asked.

"Dad already took it out to the taxi. Here's your wand," Rose said as she handed him his wand. She was slightly disappointed that he had gotten up, she could have stayed like that forever, but she knew that they had to get moving, or else they would miss the plane.

Rose led the way to the taxis and they both climbed in and were immediately shoved together, because the cab was so full of people. They both secretly enjoyed this, but neither of them would admit it. Harry was sitting in the front seat, next to the driver, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter were sitting close together near the window, and Rose was squished in the middle, next to Draco.

Draco had never gone on an airplane before. He had never even been in a taxi cab before. His father had always insisted that he remain purely magical, with no muggle influences. The cab was bumpy and it was rather cramped, although he didn't mind sitting next to Rose. He looked around the cab and the streets, which he had also never seen before, asking Rose questions all the way.

Rose glanced at Draco and almost laughed to see him looking around the cruddy old taxi cab with something similar to awe. He had obviously never been exposed to anything that was non-magical before. He kept pointing to simple things, such as street cars and neon signs, and asking what they were called and what they were used for. She found this extremely funny and it was all she could do not to burst out laughing when he made a remark about how unstable the "ugly muggle flying devices" were.

Harry was also entertained by Draco's questions. He looked back through the rear-view mirror once to find Draco gaping in awe at a neon sign for a pub. However, Harry had never been on an airplane before. He agreed with Draco; they looked extremely unsafe. He also got worried when Harmony started to mumble and complain to Owen about them being "flying muggle death machines," and how it would be a miracle if they made it out alive. Rose, however, looked completely unafraid and picked seats for Draco, Harry, and herself. Harmony and Owen sat down in the seats behind them. Harry was glad that he had an extra pair of muggle clothes for Draco to wear, because this airplane was packed with muggles and Draco would've been very conspicuous.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter couldn't help but notice the connection between Draco and Rose. They seemed made for each other. Love was obviously visible in both Draco's startling gray eyes and Rose's light green eyes, yet they were oblivious to it. Harmony and Owen whispered about it on the plane. Mr. Potter was trying to make Mrs. Potter less nervous, and to make her stop muttering about the airplanes being "flying muggle death machines," so they sat talking about Rose in hushed voices, making sure that neither Rose nor Draco could hear them.

"I don't know if I like the fact that my daughter is in love with someone who is going to be living with us in our house," Owen complained protectively.

"Oh, Owen, don't be ridiculous. You know Rose would never do anything that we wouldn't approve of, and Draco seems like a very nice boy. Besides, he was in the Order, and he's Harry's friend," reasoned Mrs. Potter.

"It's not that I don't like the boy, I just don't like the fact that my daughter likes him. Rose shouldn't be interested in boys yet," Mr. Potter said, sounding more unreasonable by the minute.

"She's sixteen, Owen! She should have been interested in boys years ago! Besides, I have been trying to get her to go on a date with someone for months now, and the only answer I ever get is, "No way." She needs to meet people, Owen! She is so reclusive to everyone except her closest friends that I've been worried that she'll never date!" Harmony said.

"Yes, but…ok fine you've got me there, but I still don't like this idea of her dating. I don't want her to get hurt," Mr. Potter sounded worried.

"I don't think that Draco would ever hurt her intentionally. But, honey, everyone gets hurt every once and a while. Don't worry though, because love always wins out in the end."

"Well, just don't start inviting people to the wedding yet."

"Oh, honey, did I forget to tell you? Hermione and Ron are going to come and stay with us also. I insisted, because Arthur and Molly had so many people at their house, and they didn't need another pair to crowd it even more. Besides, I haven't seen Hermione for a while," Harmony said.

"Well, we certainly have the room, so I guess it's alright, but I don't know what to do about when we work during the day. I don't know how I feel about leaving a group of teenagers in the house alone," Owen argued.

"Owen, these are probably the most mature teenagers you'll ever meet. This business with Voldemort has matured them beyond their age, and Rose was always very mature for her age. Besides, Hermione and Ron are married now, and marriage makes a person more responsible. I trust them," Harmony insisted.

"It's not that I don't trust them. It's just that, what if they accidentally do a spell wrong when they are tutoring Rose, and put themselves in danger?"

"You know, I think you're starting to make these arguments up now. They are highly qualified; stop being so worried. They'll do fine, now sit back and sleep the rest of the way home, because you never know how long these flying muggle death machines will stay in the air."

"What's the point of the Ministry? That's kind of like a republic, only top officials can vote for the new members, right? Why don't you have a democracy? Where the people vote for who is going to run their country," Rose said to both Draco and Harry. She didn't know how they had gotten into talking politics, but she already had a good argument ready. She never missed a chance to voice her opinions.

"Why let the muggles vote? Do they really understand about all that governmental stuff? I mean, what if they are unqualified to vote, like they vote for the wrong person?" Harry asked.

"Of course, that happens all the time, but the muggles are people too! They have feelings and thoughts, and many of them know exactly what they are doing when they vote. There are a few people who don't really understand, but want to make it seem like they do, so they vote and tell everyone who they're voting for. But, people who really want the best for our country vote right, and they usually win," Rose answered.

"Yes, but why do common muggles get to vote? Shouldn't there be a certain group of muggles that get to vote? I mean, some muggles obviously don't know what's best for anyone, much lees the country! They shouldn't have uneducated muggles voting for something so important!" Draco argued.

"Everyone has a right to vote! Their opinion should count for something too! Besides, you don't even understand how our government works, so you have no argument," Rose stated.

"Well, you don't know anything about our government either!" Draco said.

"Prove it," Rose said, sounding somewhat stony towards him.

"Fine, who is the head of our government?"

"The Minister of Magic, who is now Albus Dumbledore."

"Okay, now, how is our government run?"

"Well, you have many different committees run by the most influential wizards and witches, and each committee has a special job. There are almost too many committees to name, but an example is the Destruction of Dangerous Animals Committee," Rose said, sounding exactly like Hermione did when she was reciting an answer to a question.

"How do you know all of this stuff? You just found out that you were a witch today!" Draco said incredulously.

"You sound just like Hermione at school!" Harry exclaimed.

"Well, she is my aunt, but that's not the point. I know about your government, but you don't know anything about mine," Rose said, obviously challenging them.

"Try us," Draco said, accepting the challenge, although he didn't really know anything about her government.

"What are the three branches of government?" Rose quizzed them.

Both Draco and Harry looked thoroughly confused. Harry asked, "There's branches in government? What do they do?"

"Just as I thought, you are both clueless," she said, sounding a little smug with herself. "You had your entire lives to read up on American government, and I had only thirty minutes to read about yours. Therefore, you have no argument, because you don't know what you are talking about."

"Well, maybe we didn't feel like learning about the ridiculous American government!" Draco said not to loudly, getting annoyed that she had outsmarted him.

"Our government is not ridiculous!" Rose exclaimed, sounding hurt. "Just because we believe in a country for the people, and not just for the aristocrats, doesn't mean that we are ridiculous. Why should we let stuck-up jerks that we didn't even get to chose boss us around? It makes no sense!"

"We don't have stuck-up jerks running the Ministry! We have highly qualified witches and wizards running it. It seems to make sense to me, that we let people who actually know how to work the government run it," Draco said making sure he wasn't overheard by any muggles, not noticing that Rose was getting angrier by the minute. Neither of them noticed that the plane was landing, because they were so engrossed in their argument. Only Harry realized that they were the last ones on the plane.

"How dare you insult us, when you know nothing about us at all! You act like we aren't capable of thought!" Rose screeched in a very angry voice.

"Well, maybe you aren't if you let amateurs run your government!" Draco shouted back, angry as well.

"You know what?! I don't have to listen to this! I'm not talking to you," Rose said, crossing her arms across her chest and turning her head away from him.

"Well, I'm not talking to you either!" Draco replied, sounding hurt and mad at the same time.

"Um… Rose, Draco? We have to get off the plane now. Everyone else has already left," Harry said sounding uncomfortable. But, he was used to it, because Hermione and Ron always fought like that, even though they were married.

They stepped off the plane without talking to each other, making sure that Harry was between them. They met up with Mr. and Mrs. Potter, who didn't say anything about Rose and Draco, but seemed rather amused. Then, they all grabbed a van cab, so that they didn't get squished again, and Draco and Hermione sat as far apart from each other as possible. Draco was so worked up that he didn't notice that they had already gotten out of the city and were pulling up in a driveway.

"Okay, we're here," Harmony said in a sing-song voice.