Chapter Two

Rose's POV

I woke up to a pillow bashing my face and a red-headed brother yelling at me to wake me up.

"OI! Wake up, Rosie! You have Hogwarts today!"

I groaned, grabbing my own pillow and covering my head as to protect my head. "Hugo! Stop it!"

"I won't until you get up, Rosieee! Now rise and shine!" Hugo Weasley sang, hitting me with the pillow once more.

"All right, I'm up, I'm up!" I growled.

"Keep your knickers on, sis! Everyone's all ready, even mum and Dad! You're gonna be late!" He says, playing the 'you're gonna be late' card.

"OH MY MERLIN!" I scream. I run and quickly take a shower, ignoring my brother's amused laughter and getting my robes on. I didn't feel like changing on the train when pervs were running back and forth around the train. I quickly ran a brush through my hair, giving up because it decided to be unruly and wild today.

I ran downstairs, lugging my trunk and owl behind me. Quickly grabbing a toast, I ran outside to where my parents were preparing the car and gave my trunk and owl to Dad. He smiled at me and his blue eyes-which I inherited-twinkled humorously.

"Slept in a bit, Rosie?" He asked.

I nodded, a little bashfully. I guess I inherited Uncle George's habit of sleeping in, something Dad found amusing. My mum came over and said, "Good morning, Rosie!"

I beamed. "Morning mum!"

I had gotten most of my looks from her, except for my eyes and the color of my hair, which was a reddish-brown, more red than brown. Other than that, I looked just like her.

She shook her head. "Here, honey. Would you like me to fix your hair?"

I blushed. She had the same hair as me, in terms of bushiness, and had learned to tame it over the years. "Yes, please."

She smiled at me and pulled out her wand. After casting a Drying Charm on my mane, she cast another Charm that controlled my hair's frizziness enough so that it would be passable as hair and not a wild animal. After, it was sleek and shiny, but not TOO sleek and shiny, just the way I like it. Mum knows me SO well.

"Thanks mum." I said, appreciating the lack of bushiness in my hair.

"Okay, I think we should get going now. Wouldn't want Rosie to be stuck here any longer." Teased Hugo. I swatted him playfully, knowing that after I left, he would be missing me terribly. Once, I went to St. Mungo's hospital because I fell out of our tree house because I lost my footing on the rope ladder and broke my arm. When I had to stay at St. Mungo's for a week for the Skele-Grow to kick in, mum had told me Hugo was crying every night because he missed me. But he'd never admit that to me.

We all piled into the car and drove to King's Cross. When we reached platforms 9 and 10, I was confused. "Dad, it says Platform 9 ¾, but there's just Platforms 9 and 10."

He nodded, looking at me. "You have to walk in between them, Rosie. Like this." He walked towards the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10 and I waited for him to collide and winced involuntarily, but he disappeared right through it.

I gaped at mum, bewildered. She could tell I was impressed and said, "Come, Rosie. It's your turn. I'll go with Hugo." I nodded a bit numbly.

I took a step towards the wall and closed her eyes, waiting for the solid surface to touch her, but none came. Suddenly, she was at platform 9 ¾ and the Hogwarts Express belched out grey smoke, and somehow, the sight was comforting. I smiled at the rest of my family who had joined Dad and I on the Platform.

"Ah, I remember my first day here. Probably the best day of my life." Said Dad.

Mum smacked him. "O-okay," he said, wincing. "One of the best days of my life, along with the day I married you. Loosen up, 'Mione!" He said, grinning at mum.

She rolled her eyes but smiled back, to show that he was forgiven.

"I think I see them!" Hugo shouted suddenly. Sure enough there was a redheaded and raven-haired family walking towards us.

"Hey." Said Albus Potter, my jet-black haired and green-eyed cousin, looking relieved. I beamed at him.

As the adults strike up a conversation on my dad passing his Muggle driving test and Confunding the tester as they packed our trunks, I decide to ask Al about Hogwarts.

"Are you nervous?" I ask.

He shrugged. "Not really," He tried to sound nonchalant, but failed.

I raised an eyebrow. "You are NOT! You look green, Al."

He sighed and said shakily, "I'm TERRIFIED!"

I nodded. "Me too. But it's going to be the highlight of our lives. At least so far. Don't worry, Al. You're gonna be fine." It was a partial lie; I was more than terrified. I was scared out of my trousers.

He smiled. "Thanks, Rosie."

Just then, my dad said, "So THAT'S little Scorpius." He sounded dangerous. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank goodness you inherited your mother's brains."

"RON!" My mum said. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"Sorry." He said. But, unable to help himself, he addressed me once again. "Don't get too friendly with him, though. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

I followed his gaze and mine landed on a small family of three. The father was tall and had platinum blond hair, grey eyes and sharp, pointed features. The mother was about half a head shorter than her husband and had long brown hair and brown eyes. The son, Scorpius, was the spitting image of his father except for more gentle features and kinder grey eyes, which met mine. I blushed and smiled. He seemed a bit surprised and turned away from me. His Dad noticed he was looking at me and bent down to tell him something. I turned back to my family just as the Hogwarts Express blew its whistle.

"Bye Dad!" I said, running to hug him.

"Bye, Rosie. We'll miss you. Write to us as soon as you get Sorted. And remember," He said mischievously, "If you're not in Gryffindor..."

"RON!"

"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding! Have fun Rosie." He said, kissing my head.

"Bye Rose." Mum said, hugging me tightly. I felt tears spring to my eyes. "Aww, Rosie, don't cry," She said, but I heard her voice cracking anyway.

"I'll write, Mum. See you at Christmas." I added, giving Hugo a quick hug. He hugged me back and waved at me as I boarded the Express.

As the train started moving, Al and I stuck our heads out of a window to find the other students staring at my Uncle Harry.

"What are they staring at?" Al asked.

"Don't worry," Dad said, "It's me. I'm extremely famous."

Al, Lily, (Al's little sister who was also my brother's age) Hugo and I laughed. Even though I knew it was Uncle Harry-yes, THE Harry Potter- my dad and mum were also famous, as the three of them were called the 'Golden Trio' because they'd defeated Voldemort, the darkest Dark wizard in wizard history.

As the train started on its way, I knew that we were going to have the time of our lives.

A/N: Please R&R! Next chapter will be Scorpius's POV. ;)