Wow, I'm back! Hope nobody thought I died… not yet! *laughs evilly* Just kidding. Well, I bring an update. I hope some of you care!

So, here's my little rant. I know it's depressing when an author updates a story just to tell you that they won't be writing for a while. But I asked for advice, and well, I didn't really receive any. 1 vote on the poll. C'mon guys. I like to think some of you give half a crap about my writing. That is all. Rant over.

Disclaimer- Don't own, don't sue.

"Post is here," Albus Potter alerted his fellow Gryffindor sixth-years. Rose looked up from her breakfast to see hundreds of owls swooping though the Great Hall, each carrying some sort of package for their respective owners.

"Whoa," Cass dodged a badly aimed package dropped by Ron Weasley's owl.

"That's what we get for deciding that Errol should have chicks," Rose muttered. She picked the package off the stone floor and examined it. It was a decent size, but surprisingly light. Rose Weasley was written in smudgy black ink on the top.

"Whatcha got, Rose?" Albus questioned, as a small, blonde Ravenclaw shrieked, an owl had, for lack of a better term, done it's business on her head.

If not for this distraction, Rose's eyes would not have wandered to Cass's breakfast. On the half-eaten food was a small, folded piece of parchment. Rose gingerly picked it out of the mess of egg and opened it.

Dear Rosie,

Hope you're having fun at school. Life here has been quite dull. Your father has been uncharacteristically quiet lately; work must be tiring him out. Hard to believe, but there are still Death Eaters out there. You'd think they would have the courtesy to die already. Anyways, I sent you a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, you mentioned your copy was getting a bit worn.

Love,

Mum

Rose chuckled at her mother's letter.

"They're so clueless," Rose stated. "I bought a new copy of this a month ago."

"Ooh, can I have it?" Cass asked through a mouthful of toast. Rose nodded. Cass was always misplacing everything, with the exception of her broomstick.

"Maybe you should talk to them more," Scorpius suggested.

"About what? School's fine, classes are great, I'm dating a Malfoy? I'm sure they'll take that well." Rose snorted.

"Maybe it's time you told them," Scorpius reasoned.

"About us? Scor, you know how they'll react. I love you, but my dad? He'll do everything short of exile me to Scandinavia."

"Maybe not. My dad isn't who he used to be." Scorpius defended. "I hate having to sneak around your parents. Tell them, please, for me?"

Damn his puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine. But when I'm dragon food it'll be too late to go back on this."

Scorpius kissed the top of her red hair. "Thank you."

It was Christmastime, which meant a traditional Weasley Christmas at the Burrow. Dinner was fantastic, as usual, and it was so much fun to see all of my family.

We side-along apparated home, which is never fun. Hugo headed straight for the loo to vomit.

"So how's school, honey?" Mum asked after a while.

"Meet any boys you fancy?" Dad asked, and Mum sighed. She had given up on her husband quite a while ago.

"Well, actually," Rose began, nervous as to what the reaction would be. "I'm dating."

"Who? Not one of Luna's boys, maybe? They're quite nice," Mum said.

"No. I'm dating, uhm, Scorpius," Rose gulped. "Scorpius Malfoy."

The room went deadly silent. The only noise was the distant vomiting of Hugo. You could hear a pin drop, or say, a toilet flush.

Ron Weasley was standing rigid in the kitchen, going from red to purple.

"Rose! A Malfoy, really, that's the best you could do! They're all the same! They're all just Death Eaters in disguise!" Ron yelled.

"Dad! You don't understand, I love Scorpius! His father is no Death Eater, and neither is he!" Rose defended at an equal volume.

"Love! Love! Malfoy's can't love! He'll turn on you, just you wait!"

"Ron, calm down," Mum tried to keep some level of sanity in the room.

"Hermione, I will not calm down! Our daughter is dating a Malfoy! All they are is trouble!"

"You don't understand, and you never will!" Rose ran from the kitchen, and out of the house. Tears flowing freely down her cheeks. she took her broom and ran through her options.

I can't go to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's; they'll just send me home. Same goes for the rest of my family. Scorpius's? No, this mess is his entire fault. Cass's? Yes. Cass will understand.

Rose redirected her broom, and started off to Cardiff.

"That's so unfair!" Cass said, after she heard Rose's tale of woe. "He has no right to act like that, you and Scorpius are perfect together! It took six years to get you two idiots together, and I'm not going to let your dad's stupid prejudice get in the way of my hard work!" This is why Cass is my best friend.

Cass flopped on the four-poster bed in the middle of her orange and green room. The walls were covered in posters of quidditch players, more keepers than the other positions. Her Striker 250 was leaned against a cluttered desk. Various lamps, as well as a string of lanterns on one wall, gave it a colorful hue. The room was bright and fun, very Cass-like.

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea." Rose sat in one of the colorful spinning chairs. "In the words of Albus, I'm kinda screwed."

"Little bit," Cass agreed.

Something hit one of the windows. Rose sighed as she saw her screech owl hovering outside of the window, a piece of parchment tied to his leg.

"If it's from my parents, it's going in the fire." Rose said, not at all kidding. She opened the window to let her owl in, and untied the parchment. The letter wasn't from them. It was from none other than Draco Malfoy.

Rose read the letter, her jaw dropping theoretically to the floor.

"What is it?" Cass asked from the bed.

"Scorpius is missing."

Dun Dun Duuuhhhnnnnn! Don't you just love cliffhangers?

As always, read and review, please!

Hope my dramatic scene wasn't too bad, it was difficult to write. I think Ron might actually have given our little Scorpius a chance, but he needed to freak out to fit my plotline.

What do you all think of Cass? I actually have her full back-story figured out… If you were wondering, I screwed up with Hestia Jones. Most people refer to her as being from the Marauder era, but in my mind, she's four-ish years above the Golden Trio at Hogwarts, but started writing for the Prophet fourth year by a recommendation. I know she was mentioned once, but I'm not sure when. I'm considering writing Cass her own fic, just because I'm feeling quite inspired.

So I'm looking on the spell-checker, and it says I've misspelled quidditch. One of the suggestions was Chappaquiddick, along with squidding. That has to be one of the stranger words I've seen... good for a laugh, though ;).