A/N This chapter's just to wrap up Rose's first year (sorry it's so short!) – then comes 7th year. The fun year.

Dear Mum,

Thank you so much for the kitten! She's absolutely adorable. I've decided to name her Ana. Matt told me it was too girly, but hell, she's a girl! Ana loves sleeping on my pillow at night. She seems to think she's above sleeping on her bed. Harry says she's as stubborn as I am.

The final Quidditch game is tomorrow. It's Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. Casey is ecstatic that we got this far, and he's had us practicing like crazy. I found this great charm that keeps water out of my eyes when it's raining – but still no luck finding one that'll keep my robe from getting as dirty as it does. Any suggestions?

I love school as much as ever, if not more, now that we're finally getting into more difficult stuff. I teach myself a lot from books I find in the library, though – it's sort of a therapy.

I visit Dad a lot, and I tell him hi for you, of course. If he were here, I know he'd say hi back and tell you how much he loved you. I feel like somehow I know him better. I go out there when I'm upset and talk to him. It always makes me feel better. But talking to inanimate objects is a sign of insanity isn't it?

Send my love to Granny, Granddad, Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, Uncle Fred, Uncle George, Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur, and Remus.

All the rest of my love –

Your insane daughter, Rose (and Ana!)

'Go!'

At Madam Hooch's whistle, the two teams flew up into the air. Ducking bludgers and other players, Rose scanned the Quidditch pitch for the elusive golden snitch.

A bludger whizzed past her ear, and Rose narrowly missed the stands as she did an impressive twist to avoid it. The commentary echoed faintly in her ears, and so did the screams of the rest of the school, but she ignored at as she searched for the snitch.

Lucas glared at Rose Potter as she flew high above the game. He hated the way she flied, so annoyingly sure that she wouldn't fall.

He sat with the Slytherins this time, Nicolette clinging annoyingly to his arm, shrieking in his ear as Rose almost hit the stands. He winced; convinced he would be deaf by the end of the game.

Crabbe (the third) and Goyle (the third) grunted encouragement at the Hufflepuff beaters as a bludger almost knocked Casey Wood's head off.

With an unpleasant jolt, Lucas realized he didn't hate the way Rose flied. He was, in fact, admiring how graceful she was.

Grinning and clutching the team cup with Casey, Rose rode on the Gryffindor's shoulders.

Her mum would be so proud of her. And her Dad – well, he would too, Rose thought. If he were here.

Shaking her head, she concentrated solely on celebrating the win.

'Well, Dad, school ends tomorrow. I'll be back next year, and the year after that – you get the picture. I just wanted to tell you we won the Quidditch cup and I'm almost positive we won the house one, too. Bye! I love you!'

Placing a wreath of white roses on her father's tomb, and chuckling at the rubber chicken lying at it's foot, Rose walked back towards Hogwarts, smiling.

Aberforth Dumbledore stood up, and rapped a spoon against his glass. In honor of the end of the year feast, he sported a gold, red, silver, green, black, yellow, and blue robe, and a hat decorated with a badger, snake, lion, and raven.

'Another year has come and gone. Farwell to our seventh years. May they be successful and may the always see the polka dots in everything. Thank you to all our teachers and students. And congratulations to the winning house, Gryffindor!'

The hall erupted into cheers, the Gryffindor table giving Professor Aberforth Dumbledore's speech a standing ovation. Rose grinned at Calder, Lotte, Lianne, Harry, Matt, Casey, and all the other friends she had made at Hogwarts.

'Holy crap, what a year!' Lianne exclaimed.

'No shit, Sherlock!' Calder yelled.

'Elementary, m'dear Watson!' said Rose.

Lotte and Harry just laughed.

The trip on the Hogwarts Express, for the most part, was tame – aside from Nicolette Parkinson-Malfoy ending up with a particularly bad case of magical acne.

Had Rose known better, she could've sworn that Lucas had been grateful to her – but that was completely improbable, not to mention impossible.

Stepping off the train, lugging her trunk and a basket that held a crabby Ana, Rose ran to give her Mum a huge hug. Ginny returned it whole-heartedly.

'I take it you missed me?' she said, laughing, squeezing her daughter as tightly as she could.

'Of course not!' said Rose, hugging her mother just as tightly.