Rose Quartz

New Friends and Old Enemies

I was awakened the next morning by none other than my screech owl, Volare. The small owl was hooting impatiently, waiting for me to remove the small bundle tied to his leg.

"Shh, you'll wake everyone up," I calmed the owl, who began to search my pockets for treats as I removed the parchment.

"Too late," one of my dorm mates rose from her bed, rubbing her eyes. "You're Rose, right?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Cute owl," she replied, not bothering to tell me how she knew my name. "I'm Cassiopeia Jones. Cass."

"Jones, like Gwenog Jones?" I asked curiously. I had met Gwenog a few times at Aunt Ginny's Quidditch matches.

"More like Hestia," She responded. "But Gwenog's my mum's cousin."

"That's cool," I said. "My dad played keeper for Gryffindor."

"You gonna try out for Quidditch sometime?"

"Maybe. I'm not as good as he is, though."

"Oh. I think I might try out sometime, just for fun, see if I'm as good as Aunt Gwen says I am."

"If Gwenog Jones thinks your good, you should definitely try out." I complimented.

"Thanks. I guess I will. Hey, I'll talk to you later. I've gotta find my brother, he's probably freaking out." Cass walked down a staircase to the left of her bed.

I turned back to my bed, to find an impatient Volare pecking through my open trunk, trying to find his owl treats. He had managed to find a red velvet bag, and was nibbling it trying to reach the goodies inside.

I sighed, and opened the bag for him. He happily took two, and retreated to his cage.

"That's the bathroom," Cass reemerged from the staircase she had walked down moments before, her ears a bit pink. But she laughed it off, and continued down the other staircase towards the common room.

The roll of parchment that Volare had brought was sitting on the bed, waiting to be opened. I opened it, and to my surprise, a few letters fell out. I laid them across the bed and began to read the first..

Dear Rose,

First things first, just so I'm sure I won't forget to ask, what house were you sorted into? Your father bet me ten Galleons that you would be a Gryffindor. Mind you, I didn't take the bet. You are a Weasley, but the other houses don't seem to be bad.

I laughed at my father's antics; they were certainly a comfort from home.

I hope you are having fun; Hogwarts is a truly amazing place. Have you been to the library yet? It's certainly larger than our home library.

The letter continued on for a bit, mostly a list of things not to do, the most emphasized was being like her father and Uncle Harry. I smiled and played with my new necklace, which I had yet to take off, and didn't plan to for a while, if ever.

Love, Mum

The next letter was from Dad, and was certainly quite different from Mums, mostly being that it was considerably shorter.

Rosie,

You are a Gryffindor, aren't you? You're a Weasley, and you'd be the first one not in Gryffindor. But, hey, no pressure.

I chuckled, remembering his words from the train. At least I wouldn't have to worry about Dad being disappointed. About this, at least.

It rambled on a bit more. He promised to send more in later letters, and that not much was happening at home.

Love, Dad

I also found a joint letter from Hugo and Lily, asking various questions about Hogwarts.

I decided to respond to Mum and Dad's letter first.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Hogwarts is amazing. I'm in Gryffindor, you can breathe again, Dad. Albus is also in Gryffindor. I met a few people; Hestia Jones's daughter is in my year. She's in Gryffindor with me. So is Scorpius Malfoy, I guess the Sorting Hat doesn't automatically send them straight to Slytherin. He seems nice enough, but nobody's really accepted him yet.

I continued the letter for a while more until it was satisfactory, and then wrote one for Lily and Hugo. I tied them to Volare's leg and sent him on his way.

Day one at Hogwarts, I thought to myself.

"We have… Herbology next, with the Ravenclaws," I said, consulting my time-table. Halfway through the day, and I was exhausted.

"To the Greenhouses!" Cass shouted energetically, and we dashed through the corridor.

The greenhouses were gigantic, with clear, glass walls, filled to the brim with greenery. There were long tables surrounded by stools. The tables were littered with dirt and leaves.

"Hello, please take a seat," said Professor Longbottom as first year Gryffindor and Ravenclaws filed in.

I saw Albus laughing with some other first years; I recognized some as family friends. To my surprise, I saw Scorpius among them. Cass and I sat down across from them.

"I see you've had a change of heart," I told Albus, regarding to his ignorance of Scorpius last night.

"Scorpius is different, he's no death eater," Al replied.

I briefly wondered what had caused their sudden acceptance, but it was certainly better than torturing or ignoring him.

"Attention please," said Professor Longbottom, and the first years gave him instant respect.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, I'm Professor Longbottom; I'll be your Herbology Professor."

His speech continued for a bit, and he introduced a few plants we would be learning about this year.

Later that day, Cass and I mostly hung out with Al and his new friends. He was right, Scorpius wasn't how Dad described Malfoys. He was nice, and had a good sense of humor.

I decided that I liked Scorpius Malfoy. I just didn't know how much yet.

Enjoy? Then review!

I feel so smart, I figured out how to download fonts. So this chapter was originally typed in HogwartsWizard font :) Fun fact for the day.

I wrote out a plan for this, there will probably be a few fluffy chapters before we get to the climax. Keep your eyes open for foreshadowing! I try to throw a bit in each chapter, for you overachievers.

Just so you know, Volare is Latin for soar (Vol-are-eh)