I worked on this and edited it quickly purely because I couldn't bear to let this story go more than a year without an update.

Our first stop in Godric's Hollow was Rose's house. Apparently, my dad and Uncle Ron couldn't stand to live more than a few blocks away from each other. The four of them were Gryffindors and my dad had wanted to live here ever since he had found out he had lived here as a child and that my grandparents were buried here. Godric's Hollow just made sense every way you looked at it. Rose and her family lived just down the road from us, and I knew she'd throw a fit if I didn't at least ask her to help lead Scorpius's tour.

We knocked on the front door and I looked to Scorpius. He looked nervous. His mind was probably flashing back to his most recent encounter with my uncle. I hoped that someone other than Ron answered the door for Scorpius's sake.

My aunt Hermione whipped the door open sending her hair flying in all directions. She had a book tucked under her arm. "Oh, Albus, Scorpius. Come in, come in." She ushered us in and then continued. "I'll go get Rose for you." She ran up the stairs, still clutching her book in her arms. As my aunt disappeared, my uncle walked into the room. Immediately, his gaze fell on Scorpius and his face turned red.

"What are you doing here?" My uncle snapped as he narrowed his eyes. I stepped into view and my uncle immediately started sputtering, trying to downplay the aggression that was just in his voice.

"RONALD!" My aunt appeared at the top of the stairs. "I leave for two minutes and you're already intimidating the poor kid!"

As my uncle tried to plead his case, Hugo sprinted down the stairs taunting Rose who was not even two steps behind him. "Oh, Rose! Your boyfriend is here! Hurry before dad kicks him out!"

Ron turned red again. "He is most definitely not her boyfriend!" Rose started to walk out the door, but Ron grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "And just where do you think you're going?"

Rose shrugged. "With them."

"Without supervision?"

"We're just going down the road, dad. Al and I do it all the time." Rose pleaded her case.

Hermione pulled her husband away from her daughter. "Have fun, sweetie." She said while glaring at Ron.

We rushed out the door before my aunt and uncle got into a heated argument about Rose's privileges. "So…what are we doing?" Rose asked.

I shrugged. "You know how James is. Scorpius almost beat him at Wizard's Chess, and he got upset, then mum yelled at him a few times. It was just better to get out of there."

"You almost beat James at Wizard's Chess?" Rose exclaimed in admiration. "He's the third best player in the family!"

"I let him win, actually." Scorpius explained, letting the pride get to his head.

Rose jaw dropped. "Okay, hot shot. It's time for you to deflate the ego, and take a walk." I said, dragging Scorpius down the path from his adoring fan.

Rose caught up with us quickly, and immediately turned into devoted tour guide Rose. She pointed out the Parish Church of St. Clementine, the old homes of Bathilda Bagshot and the Dumbledore family, even though normal muggle families lived there now. Rose went on rambling about the history of these buildings among other. I tuned her out, having heard the same speech over and over again, never bothering to listen to it in its entirety. However, Scorpius listened intently and asked questions out of curiosity much to Rose's delight, and unfortunately resulted in her talking more in depth of the subjects. As we walked past the graveyard, she explained that my grandparents and the Dumbledore and Peverell families were buried there. She also rattled off the names of several others and brief histories of the deceased. Why she had taken to memorize their names and research them I couldn't imagine.

We came to the Potter cottage and Scorpius stopped cold. "Woah. What's that?"

"It's the aftermath of Voldemort's attack when my dad was a baby. It's sort of a memorial." I explained.

"Well, shouldn't it be taken down or fenced in or labeled? Doesn't it scare the muggles a little?" Scorpius asked, clearly concerned.

"No." Rose jumped in, determined to be the only tour guide on this adventure. "It's invisible to muggles. Well, not completely invisible. It just looks aesthetically displeasing to the point that they leave it alone. And it is labeled." She explained, pointing to the sign that still harbored words of encouragement intended for my dad during the time before the Second Wizarding War.

We lead Scorpius farther down the path to the statue memorial of my grandparents and my father as an infant. He stared up at it opened mouthed as Rose chattered facts into his ear. "If I have to die young, I want to go out like that. You know, honorably. With dignity." He said after a minutes of silence.

"You're getting a little morbid, Scorp." I warned with a slight laugh. "You're only eleven."

"No, I totally get it." Rose agreed. "It's better to die young, and change the world for the better, than to die of old age, and not make one single difference."

"Exactly."

So, long time no see guys. I know I've been busy with Junior year and writing original stuff, but what have you all been up to in the past year? (I hope it's been less stressful and more interesting than mine.)