A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #8

Games Development

Task #1: Prompt: Write about moving to a new place.

Warning: Character Death Mentioned

Word count: 637

"Mummy, where are we? This place looks scary!"

"This is going to be our new home for now, Rosy."

"Is Daddy coming?"

"No, sweetheart, he's not. Here. Help me carry these bags inside." Seven year old Rose grabbed one of the bags and pushed herself through the door.

"Let me help you," a voice said reaching down and taking the bag from her hand. She looked up a the man and ran back to her mom.

"Rose? What's wrong?"

"Scary man!" little Rose cried. Hermione sighed, picked up her daughter and carried her back into the house.

"Hermione? Is she alright? I think I scared her."

"She's fine, Severus. You did, though. Here, Rose, this is Mr. Snape, he's a friend of mine."

"Hi, Mr. Snake," Rose whispered peeking up at Severus. He smiled at her.

"Welcome, Rose. Your mom said you get to pick your own room. Would you like to do that?" Rose nodded slowly. Hermione set her daughter down and watched as the child explored the house.

"Thank you for letting us stay here, Severus. I...I can't be alone right now. Rose, she doesn't, she wouldn't understand."

"I think she understands more than you realize, Hermione."

"Can I have the big room with window seat?" Rose suddenly asked breaking the pair's conversation.

"Of course you can, Rose. Here, let me help you put your things away. Which bag has what?" Severus looked at the pile of bags.

"Mummy packed it all," Rose replied. Hermione smiled.

"Rose has the three pink bags over there. Where would you like me to put my things?"

"My room is fine, if those arrangements are acceptable to you." Rose watched as her mummy giggled.

"Do you have a back yard?" Rose asked.

"A small one."

"Is there a swing?"

"Not yet. If you and your mom stay here, we can build you one." Rose tilted her head looking at the man.

"Okay, I've got arrange my 'mals now, bye!" Rose darted off to her new room.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked carrying in another set of bags. She realized she should have just shrunk them.

"Your daughter wanted to know if I had a swing in my backyard." Hermione fought the urge to cry.

"Ron...he promised to build her one for her birthday. He...they..." she broke down sobbing in Severus' arms.

"Shh, shh, it's going to be alright. Here, why don't we get your stuff set up in my room?" Hermione nodded following him. They had just started unpacking Hermione's clothes and hanging them in Severus' closet when Rose appeared in the doorway.

"Mummy, I can't find Gryff."

"Gryff?" Severus asked looking to Hermione.

"Her stuffed lion...it was one of the last things Ron bought her before...I must have left it at the house. I can't go back there."

"What does it look like?"

"Green, wit' a red mane, an purple sparkle eyes," Rose answered.

"You two stay here and unpack. I will go find Gryff. Alright?" Hermione nodded. She was holding back tears again. Severus apparated.

"Mummy sad?"

"Yes, sweetie, Mummy's very sad right now."

"Cause Daddy's gone to Heaven?"

"Yes, because of Daddy going to Heaven." Rose stood there for a second and hugged Hermione tightly.

"Mr. Snake likes you, an he's nice." Hermione debated correcting her daugher's name for Severus, but just couldn't bring herself to it.

"Found it!" Severus announced reappearing in the room holding the missing stuffed creature. Rose squealed and happily accepted it from his hands.

"Thank you, Severus. I couldn't face that house again."

"Hermione, you and Rose are welcome to stay here as long as you like." Hermione nodded laying her head against Severus' chest and allowing the tears to roll down her face as he held her. Rose watched from the doorway, her stuffed lion in one hand.

"This is our new home, Gryff," she whispered making her way to her new room and curling up on the bed.