So here it is... the sequel to A Blossoming Romance. I know that there were a lot of loose ends that needed to be tied up. But anyways, here we go, pushing forward into the mud... lol! Let's just hope that this time around it's a bit better. lol! Anyways, here's the much awaited sequel to A Blossoming Romance.
Chapter 1-- Getting Ready
Ginny rushed around the house, trying to get her three sons ready for the trip to Platform 9 and 3/4.
"BENJAMIN SAMUEL POTTER!" she yelled, searching for her eleven year old son. She looked up and there he was, coming down the stairs.
"What, Mum?" he asked, running a brush through his unmanageable black hair.
"We have to leave NOW. Are you packed?"
"Mostly," Ben said, heading back upstairs.
"Is your brother awake?"
"Mum, since when has Zack ever been awake for anything before noon?"
Ginny sighed and followed her son upstairs. She pointed her wand at an empty pitcher and filled it with water. She walked into Ben and Zack's bedroom and dumped it over his head.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Zack yelled as the cold water seeped through his pajamas.
"Get ready, Zack," she said dryly. "We're leaving in ten minutes."
"Are you two idiots ready yet?" James asked, walking into the twins' bedroom.
"Sadly, no. We're probably going to have to use Floo Powder to get there," Ginny said, checking her watch.
"Daddy? Are we ready to leave yet?" Rose asked her father anxiously.
"I suppose so," Harry said, grabbing his coat as well as his daughter's trunk. "You seem excited," he said, smiling at the large grin on Rose's face.
"Yeah... I'm a bit nervous, though. What if no one likes me? What if I can't find any friends?"
"Don't worry, Rosie," Harry said, genuinely. "You'll find friends. Just like I found my best friends... Ron and Hermione."
"Daddy, don't call me Rosie," Rose said, "It's too babyish. I wish Mama was here..."
Harry's thoughts drifted back to that horrible day... the day Chivan had died. How he thought he was going to lose their child, too...
"Daddy? Aren't we leaving?" Rose asked.
"Yeah..." Harry said, pulling himself back to the future. He looked into his daughter's almond shaped eyes and instantly knew that he wouldn't have wanted to change all that had happened in the past completely... he wouldn't have had Rose if he had never met Chivan. "What time is it?"
"9:55," Rose said, tugging Harry to the door. "We're NEVER going to make it in time!"
"Rose, we still have a little over an hour," Harry chuckled.
"Okay. Fine. We'll go ahead and leave... it's just you leaving me that's the hard part."
"Daddy, are you crying?" Rose said, noticing that Harry's eyes were starting to well up.
"No. Come on, Miss Rose," Harry said, walking out the front door into the car.
It was 10:55. Ginny rushed her three sons to the train, where they hopped on.
"Thank God," she sighed in relief.
A man was barely two feet from her, kissing his young daughter goodbye. Normally, Ginny wouldn't have even noticed him... but the way this man walked... his actions... his hair... Ginny watched the girl climb onto the the train and as she turned to wave goodbye to her father, Ginny noticed something odd... The girl had almond shaped eyes, coupled with a nose that looked just like James's. There was no doubt about it. Harry Potter's daughter had come to Hogwarts. And the man that had kissed the young girl goodbye was none other than Harry Potter himself.
Ginny wasn't sure whether to run or stay. She didn't know whether she wanted Harry to see her or not. It had been a long time since they had seen each other... over eleven years... the last time she had seen him had been in a cold courtroom... eleven and a half years ago. He had known she was having twins, but had never seen them, didn't know whether or not they were boys or girls and had never spoken to them. He hadn't seen James since he was a year old. It had been a long time.
As the train roared to life, Harry turned around and spotted Ginny out of the corner of his eye. His green eyes widened and he started walking toward her.
"Ginny?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Harry," Ginny said stiffly.
"It's been a long time," Harry said, attempting to smile.
"Yes. Where is Chivan?" Ginny said in the same stiff manner.
"She... passed away. Right before our daughter was born. Rose was born via cesarean."
"Oh," Ginny said. "She was pregnant?"
"Yes. That was my daughter... the last one onto the train."
"She's quite beautiful," Ginny said, smiling.
"Thank you. How is James?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Fine. He is a second year this year. Wonderfully talented... he's trying out for Quidditch this year. It's supposed to be Madam Hooch's last year. She's retiring," Ginny answered. "The twins don't really like it that much. They've taken a bit after Ron I suppose. They're just not that good at it."
"Really. What are their names?" Harry asked, constrictedly.
"Benjamin and Zachary," Ginny answered.
"So, are you seeing anyone?" Harry asked.
"Not at the moment."
"Nor am I..." Harry said, looking down. He looked back up at her. "Would you like to go out for tea?"
"Tea? Harry Potter, are you asking me out on a date?"
"If you want to read it like that, then sure," Harry said, smiling.
"Wow, this train is huge," Rose muttered under her breath. She looked around for a seat, but all of them seemed to be filled.
As she walked, she spotted three black haired boys in a compartment. There was an extra seat, so Rose tapped on the door.
One of them opened the door and let her in.
"Do you care if I take that extra seat?" Rose asked.
"Not at all," one of the boys replied. "What's your name?"
"Rose," Rose answered.
The boy who let her in smiled. "I'm James. These are my brothers, Ben and Zack. They're first years. I'm a second year. What year are you in?"
"I'm a first year," Rose answered.
"Muggle-born or Wizarding family?" James asked.
"Muggle-born," Rose answered.
She looked out the window of the compartment door to see a flash of red hair.
"Tristan! Leave me alone!" a girl screeched.
"Come on, Cora... it's just a tarantula... with eight long hairy legs..." a blonde haired boy teased her.
"Excuse me," James muttered to Rose as he walked over to the boy.
"I suggest you leave my cousin alone. She didn't do anything to you. And just because someone is scared to arachnids doesn't mean you can prod them in front of their bloody face and scare the living wits out of them. If you do it again, I will personally make sure you pay," James said silkily to the boy.
"Who do you think you are, trying to intimidate a Malfoy?" the boy asked. "My name is Tristan Malfoy. You should do well to remember that in the future."
The boy walked off and James led a wailing Cora into the full compartment. Rose scooted over as far as she could to offer Cora a seat.
"Ignore him next time, Cora," Zack said, looking out the compartment window scornfully.
"Zack, you KNOW I'm scared of spiders," Cora said.
"Yeah, well, toughen up some," Zack said.
Cora whapped him with her copy of A Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, and leaned back into the seat. She opened it and started reading.
"I swear, you're so much like Aunt Hermione, it's not even funny," Ben said, rolling his eyes.
The name Hermione sounded familiar to Rose. Her father had said the name just that very morning.
"Hermione?" Rose said, thinking. "Do you know a Harry Potter?" she asked James.
Hopefully that's good enough for a first chapter. I hope to have the next one up soon. I'm on winter break right now, so it might be a bit easier for me to get chapters up for the next week and a half or so... up until right after Christmas.