Her mother gave her the strongest sleeping potion she could get her hands on but the nightmares still came through in waves. She saw the sword, she felt the resistance as she pushed the sword in, she saw Scorpius's eyes through the blur. How could you? They seemed to say.

"Hey darling, how are you?" Hermoine called from the edge of Rose's bed. "Here I brought you tea, dandelion."

Rose smiled. It felt strangely nice to be at home, the tint of morning sunlight melting through her room gave it a warmth she didn't usually associate it with. "You're going to ask me a whole bunch of questions about this aren't you?"

"She wouldn't be your mother if she didn't," her father smirked from the doorway. "How 'bout you wash your face and come down stairs. Your mother can harass you then."

Rose nodded, bounding out of her bed and down the hall. She reached the bathroom, finding her toiletries bag already there. Rolling her eyes absent-mindedly at her mother, smirking as she did. She washed her face with Bewitching Witches Face-washing Potion, and brushed her teeth with peppermint toothpaste.

"I look horrid," she thought to herself. Pulling and stretching at her cheeks and palming over the skin under her eyes. Smoothing her curls, she raked her fingers through her hair. Father's colour, mother's ridiculously unruly curls. She sighed. For a while when she was younger she had hated her hair, but after a while she had learned to love it. A lot of witches and muggles alike tried a lot of different things to get hair like hers, in colour and in volume.

"You're beautiful honey." Her father leaned from around the door frame. "Honestly."

"You have to say that Dad. I'm pretty sure it's like an unbreakable vow for parents or something." Rose joked. "You know, must always tell them how special, attractive and clever they are, or you explode!"

"Who told you about that?" He replied, receiving laughter from her. Together they made their way down stairs and into the open living space bellow.

Her father had consciously or not, built his home to mirror his own childhood home. It wasn't exactly like the Burrow, as it wasn't crowded or behind the times. It was actually quite modern looking. No, Ronald Weasley built his house with rooms on top of rooms, with nooks and corners and slanted rooves. It was his wife who kept it properly furnished with both muggle and wizarding contraptions, and kept it free from over cluttering.

Rose's father whom had hated sharing such a small house when he was younger found himself building such a house for his (much smaller) family when he had grown up; and truth be told was very proud of it.

"Hey you two. Breakfast?" Her mother called from the kitchen, which was also subsequently the dining room and the lounge room all at once.

They all sat and ate together, laughing about nothing and catching up on everything mediocre, steering effortlessly from the bigger hippogriff in the room. After breakfast was done, her father left via Floo for work and her mother, whom had taken a week off early from work, stayed home and tidied up the dishes.

"So," Rose began, picking up a tea towel to help dry up. "Are you going to begin or are you going to explode waiting for me to talk about it on my own?" She eyed her mother carefully, who grinned at the soapy water in front of her.

"I was thinking we could go out for a walk. Get some fresh air?"

"Dean again?"

"Of course. You've read the history books before, your father, and uncle and I spent a lot of time hiding in that forest. There's nowhere I feel more comfortable." Her mother explained ignoring the knowing looks from her daughter.

"I'm just surprised it isn't more of a touristy thing after being mentioned is all." Rose placed a stack of smaller plates in their spot in the drawers. "I mean, a lot of the thing you three did is recorded, I'm surprised there isn't a plaque for all of them. 'Here is the spot where Hermoine Weasley, brightest witch of her age, and Un- er Harry Potter, the boy who lived, got attacked by a snake.'"

"Rose," her mother warned feigning a dark look.

"I don't mean to sound like a cow honestly, I'm just saying, have your read them? A lot of people go nuts on that sort of thing. I'm surprised it's not worse." Rose beseeched hoping not to fall so quickly out of her mother's good graces.

"What do you mean worse?"

Shit. "I just, I mean. At school the first few years were really hard to deal with. Being the children of the most famous three Gryffindor's of our time and all. Jeez, James had it worst looking exactly like Uncle Harry, except-" Rose began.

"-for the eyes, James has his mother eyes." They finished in unison. They continued working together long after their chuckles faded, and after appropriately dressing for the cold air apparated together to the Forest of Dean.

"When you were dream walking, how did you realize you were both there?"

"Um, well I realized I had full control over myself I guess and we just realized it, I don't know it's hard to explain?" Rose fumbled, snow crunching underfoot.

"And what happened next?" Her mother, beanie clad, marched on as if she owned these woods.

"We met at the middle."

"And that's when you were struck with the sword?" Her mother asked, notably making notes in her head.

"Yes." Rose nodded, following alongside her.

"Could be symbolism?" Hermoine muttered, to herself this time.

"That makes no sense," Rose interrupted. "It's the first time I've died, it's usually the other way around, remember?"

"Right," She watched as her mother glanced at her, chewed her lip in thought and proceeded on through the forest. "Rose? Are you attracted to this boy?"

"Mum!" She squealed, "He's one of the cutest boys in school, plenty of people find him attractive thank you very much!" Rose could feel her cheeks bloom under the sheer cold of the breeze.

Hermoine laughed, tucking her hands underneath her arms. "I meant, do you feel drawn to him. In or out of the dream, do you feel like you need to be near him?"

"Oh," Rose felt her embarrassment wash over completely. "Um, maybe. The day after we found out that we were both dreaming the same dream I did want to be near him. It made me feel relieved I guess. Like it wasn't just me going crazy. After the dream walking thing, we found each other afterward because well, we were both headed to the Headmistress I guess."

"Right," was all her mother said as they plodded along, the cold seeping into their clothes making them tired quicker.

"Mum?"

"Yes?" Hermoine stopped.

"Look, I know you think Divination is bullshit," her mother scowled at 'bullshit' but Rose pushed on. "But still, do you think there is any chance that it could all could come true. That I really will end up killing Scorpius?"

Her mother looked at her, formulating what to say. She swept her daughter up into a hug and kissed the top of her head as if she were her little girl again. "I don't know honey. Honestly, I don't know!"