Author's Note: So what was the loud screech that made Scorpius flinch?

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- A Creature Of The Dark

Good. Finally she could vent out her anger without people thinking she was a complete lunatic.

The screeches matched her fury and they had this sort of control that Rose always liked to have….over situations. They attracted attention of the whole class, every pair of eyes were on her and the parrot flapping wildly above.

But she was conscious of only those silver ones, those sparkling grey eyes that seemed like pools of molten iron.

After Malfoy had produced a patronus, a cute one at that, she was laughing but inside, she was furious. Furious at him for producing one before her, furious at the other students for looking at her in a way that made her feel worthless, as if the stares meant – Rose Weasley could not conjure a patronus? How can she be the topper of her year?

But she was furious mostly at herself for being unable to cast the charm. She felt that she hadn't studied about the patronus much, or hadn't prepared or was just simply unhappy in her life.

And then he had to come. And rub salt on the wound.

For some unknown reason, in their first year, it was her Malfoy had picked on. It was her he teased about the flaming red hair, the freckles. Not any other Weasley. Damn, he went along quite well with the other members of her expansive family. But why not her? Why did he always have to pick on her?

Due to his taunting, Rose had grown not to like him. Why did her family, especially Albus, like to have the git around?

She had always told him to bugger off when she had reached the peak of her Weasley temper. Sometimes he understood. Sometimes he didn't, which resulted in blasted windows, blackened faces, and probably a broken bone or two.

When he walked off and Al dragged him to a bench to talk, Rose took a deep breath and remembered her happy memories. She went through them one by one.

After reading so many textbooks, she had learnt that if she wanted to remember something from a mass of things, go through them like in a book, in an organized manner.

One memory stuck out from the pages of memories. It was one she had almost forgotten among many of the sort.

Ever heard of Weasley gatherings?

Rose was 12. A brilliant witch in Hogwarts already. It was the summer before second year, results for the first year were about to come, and most of the Weasley family, all of those who had anything to do with the results, and anybody who was interested, had come to the Burrow.

The Weasley house was deformed as it is, but it never ceased to be hospitable and cozy.

Everybody was in the little living room, crammed, a mass of redheads, barely any walking space left. Weasleys and Potters were talking with their cousins, or siblings, or comforting each other about the results, or talking about Quidditch, or playing wizard chess, or pranking or just gazing around aimlessly.

Rose was with her mother, Hermione, at the back of the room, where nobody was looking at the jittery panicking red head. The witch was extra conscious of her results.

She had studied hard, harder than a fifth year studying for OWLs.

And now she was waiting.

Suddenly the sound of wings invaded the air and everybody became silent, which was eerie as it was very noisy before and in a moment…silence.

Around five barn owls, each carrying two packages landed on the table in the living room, cleared for that purpose. They dropped the packages and flew off without waiting. The students waiting for the results practically jumped on them to find theirs.

Rose was still with fear. Her mother went over to the table to pick the only package left and brought it. She looked at Rose comfortingly and opened the package to look at the parchment inside.

Rose watched in horror as her mother read the results. Slowly, Hermione's face lit up like a Christmas tree and she smiled, wide. When Rose came to know that she had aced all her subjects and was the top of the year, scoring a 115 percent, more than her mother, she was ecstatic.

But she was happier to know that her parents and family were so proud of her.

The happiest memory was her mother's proud smile.

With a non- verbal incantation, which she had mastered in her fourth year, a flying shape erupted from the tip of her wand and a loud screech pierced the air. The parrot flew though the air in a mad daze.

Rose almost giggled at the similarity. She mugged up from textbooks; the bird mugged up others speeches. Both were smart and witty. The tempers matched. The sharp tongues matched.

Her dark blue eyes found those silver ones staring at her, and she stared back, with challenge, with warning, but also with admiration.

In both their eyes, grudging admiration and respect bloomed.

The stares were broken by a voice, "Very good, Rosie. Now, everybody, back to your own spells," said Harry Potter.

Rose looked at Scorpius again, huffed and turned to look at her patronus. It was beautiful. It had intelligent eyes. The parrot assessed its conjurer and started flapping its wings wildly above her, screeching to the top of its voice.

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Also, in Albus' chapter, McGonagall was there. But it is said that she retired the year Albus came to Hogwarts. Well, in the story I thought it would be good to have a familiar face, so she was there. And I didn't want much details or precision about other things, so that the focus could be on the patronuses. But thanks to Vipera411 for pointing that out!

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