Rose and Scorpius never imagined something like this happening to them-ever. Not in a million years. They probably would have believed that Dumbledore had been re-instated as a zombie headmaster before they ever would have believed this. If someone had told Rose and her husband that this-of all things-was going to happen to them, well...well they probably would have laughed in that person's face.

"Is this our fault?" Scorpius asked in a hushed tone. His wife said nothing. Not because she didn't have an answer, but because she wasn't quite sure if it was the right answer.

It couldn't have been their fault. Could it?

They studied their youngest son from across the room. He was 11 years old now, and yet there had been no letter. And when Rose really thought about it, she realised she had never made sure that Wilhelm had magic in him. Bloody hell, he had been surrounded by seven other kids. Kids that made magical things happen all the time.

And once you've seen accidental magic occur once, then you've seen it occur everytime after that. She just assumed some of the things that happened in the house were due to Wilhelm.

She shook her head slowly.

"A squib!" she hissed angrily. Scorpius looked at her disapprovingly. Rose knew it made her look like a bad mother, but couldn't help it.

"We have a bloody squib in the family!"

It is widely known in the wizarding world that having a squib within the family could be a bit...embarassing. Not to mention dangerous (literally any wayward or ricocheted spell could kill a squib). It also made people in the family who were magically inclined feel awkward.

Because whereas a witch or a wizard only had to mutter a few spells and be done with it, the squib would have to do everything by hand. Or sometimes be forced to sit in the back and watch as the others made things right.

A squib couldn't fix a broken family heirloom with the flick of the wrist-worst case scenario involved throwing it away. They couldn't offer a source of light in pitch black without the assistance of a lighter, or flashlight. They got sick from muggle diseases and were prone to muggle viruses.

Maybe the most magical thing a squib could do was brew a potion-but even some potions needed the use of magical fires and use of slicing, cutting, dicing or shredding by magical means. And a squib couldn't do that.

Rose and Scorpius just couldn't understand it. Now they needed to figure out how to enroll him in muggle school-which wouldn't be that hard, really. All of Rose and Scorpius's children went to muggle primary before they were accepted into Hogwarts.

Holidays were sort of hard for Wilhelm, Rose knew. Mostly because no one aside from her own mother knew what to get him. All the usual magical childrens toys were nearly obsolete for him-he couldn't control a broom because he wasn't magical. Getting a box of Honeydukes chocolates actually made him sick-but that could've been more from the sugar content than anything else. Anything from Zonko's was out of the question, and even more so for anything coming from WWW.

Rose had to give her boy some credit though. He knew he couldn't do magic, yet accepted every gift with equal enthusiam-even if he wasn't able to use it. After the first Christmas of the same year everyone found out that Wilhelm was a squib, her mother Hermione had taken it upon herself to help make Wilhelm's every Christmas after grand. Anyone who bought a gift for him went through Hermione, who then decided whether or not it was a good choice.

Arthur Weasley, old as he was, was actually excited about the fact that one of his children would be able to live comfortably and happily out in in the Muggle world.

Wilhelm soon became great grandad Arthur's favorite great grandson. When Wilhelm entered Secondary school, the class he was in had a field trip, and were allowed to take an adult figure from their family with them (part of the conditions for the field trip). Wilhelm chose Arthur, and seemed to enjoy every question his elder fired at him.

Rose was glad that they had managed to make him still feel part of the family, as she knew from her father that a lot of the time a wizarding family would raise the child and basically forget about him or her once they were integrated into muggle society.

"Mum has a squib for a brother, you know," Ron told Rose quietly. "I've never even met him."

It had scared Rose at first. Would she forget about her son when he left for University? Or when he got married to a muggle and had his own children-would they be muggles too? And would Rose even have a place for them in her heart? Her house?

But she found, as he grew up next to his magically inclined siblings, that he still held a place in her heart-just as all her children did. She never once dismissed his abilities, just because he was a squib. And what surprised her even more was the fact that Rose's in-laws were just as supportive.

Of course, though, Draco Malfoy didn't really go out of his way to speak to his grandson Wilhelm. But he didn't ignore him either. Astoria was more open and tried to include him everything they did, but sometimes he couldn't. At those times he just politely declined and sat by himself.

It was strange, too. River became very close and protective of her younger brother. Whenever Tori or Dan tried to tease their little brother for not having magic, River was instantly there-defending him and staring the two Slytherins down. The subject was of most interest to the rest of the family-River was indeed a brave little lion for sticking by her younger brothers side. The Sorting Hat had done well with her.

However, Rose never once saw him cry or get angry with people who treated him differently, even if they were treating him like trash. Which rarely happened with River there.

By the time Wilhelm had graduated University, he was a strong and capable young man. He was attractive like his father, smart like his mother. He didn't need magic to make it in the world. He was magical in a different way. He didn't need a spell to silence someone; one look would do it all. He didn't need any special potions to help his abilities with others. He was a very capable man, and it showed in every single thing he had done with his life.

Rose had never felt as proud of her son as she had the day he graduated with full honors. He then proceeded to take on fixing computers and writing code for websites-something Arthur took great pleasure in telling anyone he could who wasn't in the family.

"My great grandson fixes copmuters, you know!" he would boast loudly. Half the time the people who were listening had no idea what he was talking about. They would just stand there and nod and smile politely.

"He also writes for the great world of webs!"

At Myriam's wedding, Wilhem met a woman on the grooms side named Henrietta Haverston. She was the grooms best mans sister. Wilhelm towered over her with his lanky form, but they hit it off almost right away. She wasn't fazed by the fact that he was a squib. She seemed actually interested in his work with muggle technology. They agreed to start seeing eachother.

A year later, Wilhem proposed. And two years after that, they indeed got married.

Next to the birth of all her eight children, it was one of the happiest days of Rose's life.