Hey everyone! Long time no see! Life has been life-ing the crap out me lol Anywho, glad to be back! This is story is technically a sequel to The Grey, but I think it could be read alone if you realllllllly dont want to read the other one first. The timeline can get a little confusing though, so ill try to lay it out here.

Rose Weasley was born just after Voldemorts defeat, the same year Draco and Hermione graduate hogwarts, which should be 1999.

Scorpius Malfoy was born in Dec 1999, James Potter was born in 2000. James'siblings still exist, but arent included in the story.

Pansy had thought to homeschool Rose with the help of Molly, but with some convincing from Ron, conceded to sending her to Hogwarts a year late, due to her birthday being so close to the summer holidays.

Thats the only explanation I can come up with that makes sense for the three of them being in the same year. Anything else you can fill in with your own imagination!

Happy Reading!

Legacy of the Ring

Prologue

Days of Sunshine

Rose Weasley loved the smell of summer—wildflowers, warm grass, and just a hint of something sweet drifting on the breeze. She lay sprawled across the hillside, the soft hum of the countryside around her, with Scorpius Malfoy lying beside her, both staring up at the clouds as they drifted lazily across the sky.

"There," Scorpius said, squinting up as he pointed. "That one looks like a dragon. See its tail?"

Rose tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "Looks more like a broomstick to me."

Scorpius laughed, a soft, musical sound that always made her smile. "Everything looks like a broomstick to you, Rose."

They both dissolved into giggles, the kind of laughter that belonged only to sunlit afternoons. They had spent almost every day of summer like this, exploring fields and forests, racing sticks down the little streams, and filling their pockets with whatever strange, magical things they could find. Rose's mother, Pansy Weasley nee Parkinson, would shake her head each evening as she emptied out pinecones, smooth river stones, and curious leaves from her pockets, but she'd always smile when Rose mentioned Scorpius's name.

Rose knew that some of her family didn't understand her friendship with the Malfoy boy. Scorpius's father, Draco, was still viewed with suspicion by some of the Weasleys, and the name "Malfoy" seemed to carry a certain weight. But none of that mattered to Rose. To her, Scorpius was just Scorpius—the one person who understood her better than anyone.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the hills, Rose rolled over onto her side, resting her head in her hands as she watched him.

"Do you think we'll be in the same House at Hogwarts?" she asked.

Scorpius glanced at her, his gray eyes thoughtful. "I hope so. But even if we're not, it won't matter. We'll still be best friends."

Rose smiled, feeling a warmth that spread all the way to her toes. They'd been talking about Hogwarts almost non-stop for months, trying to imagine what it would be like. They both came from magical families, of course, but everything she'd heard about Hogwarts made it feel like a world all its own—ancient, enchanted, full of secrets.

"I hope I'm in Gryffindor," she said, a little wistfully.

"Even if that means I'll have to sneak over from Slytherin?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

She gave him a playful shove, but deep down, the thought worried her. Scorpius's family had a history with both Slytherin and Gryffindor just as hers did, so there was really no telling where they would end up. But the Houses didn't really mean anything—did they?

"Maybe we'll both be in Ravenclaw," she said, as if hoping that might settle it.

Scorpius considered this, nodding slowly. "We do like books, I suppose." He grinned at her, his face lighting up. "But wherever we are, it'll be an adventure."

Rose nodded, feeling the last of her worries slip away. As long as she had Scorpius, nothing could be too frightening. She couldn't imagine Hogwarts—or her life—without him in it.

When the stars began to prick the sky and the warm summer breeze turned cooler, Rose and Scorpius got up and made their way back to her house. The lights glowed warmly from the windows, and her family's laughter drifted out into the quiet evening air. She and Scorpius paused just outside the front door, neither wanting the day to end.

"Promise you won't forget about me tomorrow when we go to Hogwarts," Rose said softly, her fingers twisting a strand of her hair.

Scorpius smiled, reaching out to give her hand a gentle squeeze. "I could never forget you, Rose. Not even if I tried."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the world around them wrapped in twilight. And as they looked up at the stars, Rose felt a flutter of something she couldn't quite name—a feeling that this summer, this friendship, would stay with her forever.