A/N: Hello everyone! If you've been reading my other story, I apologize but I'm putting it on hiatus until this one is finished. I'm currently about 40,000 words in, and not really sure where it is going. I'm just letting Rose take the wheel and lead me where she wants to go.

This story is in third person, but it's main focus is on Rose. You will see focusing on Albus and Scorpius though, don't worry. Rose/Scorpius has always been my favorite pairing since I finished the books. The only other one's I really loved were Dean/Luna, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Astoria, and Katie/Oliver. Anyways I hope you enjoy this story! Oh and keep an eye out and let me know if you see any errors, I can be a little messy sometimes and I miss things!

So, read, review, and enjoy!


Thanks to a suggestion from a reader, I realized this chapter was indeed too long, and could have been separated. So I have cut off a portion to add to the beginning of the next chapter. Sorry if this confuses anyone!


'Look who it is.'

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly and turned away again.

'So that's little Scorpius,' said Ron under his breath. 'Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains.'

'Ron for heaven's sake,' said Hermione half-stern, half-amused. 'Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!'

'You're right, sorry,' said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, 'don't get too friendly with him though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood.'

Albus groaned. They were now on the way to Hogwarts, their new home away from home so to speak. Rose had disappeared; James was no where in sight. Probably off with Fred, Lucy and the other second year Gryffindors; Dominique was no where to be found, probably off making friends; and Molly and Frank were more than likely in the prefects compartment with Victoire.

Huffing, he dragged his rucksack down the corridor, as everyone seemed to be in compartments now. His trunk was, thankfully, stored away in a luggage compartment thanks to his father.

Pushing his black hair from his eyes by running his hand from front to back, he smirked as he noticed some first year girls giggling at him. Maybe first year wouldn't be so bad?

Finally he recognized a familiar bob of hair in a compartment. The auburn locks were unmistakably belonging to Rose Weasley. It appeared she was alone in the compartment, that is, until he entered.

"Hullo Rose, mind if I join you – oh, never mind, I see you have made a friend, I'll go elsewhere."

Rose smiled, "Oh no, Albus it's fine, there's plenty of room! This is Scorpius. Remember, the one my dad pointed out? He's a first year, too!"

Albus turned finally to notice who else was in the compartment. Sure enough, there sat the blonde boy Uncle Ron had pointed out at the station. "Er Rose…no offence or nothing Scorpius…but didn't your father say to not get friendly with him?" Albus gave the boy a look as if to say 'Her father's words, not mine.' Scorpius inclined his head as if he understood.

"No Albus, you see. He specifically stated, 'don't get too friendly with him though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood.' Now I can find loopholes in what he said. One: He didn't say I couldn't be friends with him. Just not too friendly, there's a difference. And Two: I'm not going to marry him. Jeez." Rose smiled as if she'd just gotten seven O's in her OWLs. Scorpius seemed to almost blush for a moment, but it passed quickly.

"Wow, well you've got nothing to worry about then, now do you Rosie?" Rose blushed, she hated being called Rosie. Only her dad was allowed to do that.

"It's Rose Albus, you know that…" she said, glaring mini-daggers at him.

"Whatever…Rosie," he smirked.

The trolley arrived then, and the trio purchased a fair amount of sweets to keep them entertained, including a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and some pumpkin pasties.

The rest of the train ride passed with the trio trading stories and such about their lives at home. Scorpius, despite who his father and aunt was, wished not to be sorted into Slytherin, and wanted to be in Ravenclaw like his mother. Rose and Albus found this surprising, as their fathers had told them every Malfoy had been in Slytherin.

He replied with, "Ah, but not every member of my family has. Know you're friend Ted Lupin? Well he's my cousin, and he's in Gryffindor, isn't he?"

Rose gasped, he was right! Teddy was a Gryffindor!

"And Harry Potter's Godfather? Sirius Black? He's related to me too, and he was a Gryffindor! So I think it's time to break tradition!"

Albus and Rose grinned. "Well maybe we should as well, right Albus?"

Albus looked wary for a moment, "S'long as I'm not in Slytherin, I don't care. My father told me the hat listens to what you want. Can you believe that?"

"Really? Well let's make a truce then. First Malfoy, Weasley and Potter not in their respective houses! Yes, sounds about right. But where would we go?" Scorpius looked puzzled.

"You said before you want to be in Ravenclaw. Can you imagine? All of us, not only sorted elsewhere, but in the same house!" Rose grinned mischievously.

Albus smirked, "I knew you were my relative Rose!" he said, ruffling her hair.

Rose looked out the window then. "I expect we'll be arriving soon. You boys should change into your robes. Considering I've got mine on, I'll keep our compartment."

The boys groaned, before nodding, grabbing their things and heading to the probably packed loo to change.

Moments passed before Rose heard a knock on the door. A blonde head poked herself inside. "Hi Rose!" beamed her cousin Victoire. "Are you excited?"

"Of course Vick!" Rose practically squealed with delight.

"How come you're by yourself?" she asked.

"Oh, the boys have gone to change." Victoire raised an eyebrow. "Albus and Scorpius," Rose filled her in.

"Look at my little flower, making friends," Victoire's smile was like the brightest lamps gleaming at you. It's what you get for being one eighth Veela.

Rose smiled. She loved her cousin Victoire. She was like the older sister she never had. "Where'd Dominique sneak off to?"

"Oh I saw her chatting with some Hufflepuff second year boys. She'll be welcomed at this school about as much as I was I bet. The Veela blood strikes again! Just wait 'til Louis hits Hogwarts. The girls will be gone mad! Veela blood in a male! It's almost unheard of…but it happened!" She grinned. "Well I better get back to the Head compartment; I just wanted to check on you, that's it."

Victoire disappeared with a small wave, and Rose sighed. That girl was probably the nicest person she had ever met, so it was a wonder she had snagged Teddy Lupin as a boyfriend. Probably because his arrogance set off her perfection…perfectly. Rose laughed to herself.

Several minutes passed before the boys returned, but it seemed like forever to Rose. By the time they arrived, Hogsmeade was in sight.

"At least we're not taking the carriages. I would hate to be brought up by those Thestral creatures my brother told me about," Albus said, staring out the window.

"Relax Albus, Thestrals are perfectly harmless. People just think of them differently because you can only see them once you've seen death. They love people! I'd rather ride one of those than a Hippogriff…or a broom for that matter!" Rose huffed as she pulled her rucksack down from the compartment above her. Her luggage was wherever Albus' was. As it appears, so was Scorpius'. Making their way to the train exits as the Hogwarts Express slowly pulled in to Hogsmeade Station, the trio did their best to stick together, but it was quite difficult as most students had the same idea.

"You're barking mad Rose! Not wanting to ride a broom? I took to Quidditch like a duck takes to water…Or at least, that's what mum said," Albus said as they finally got through a door. Scorpius trailed behind them.

"I've been practicing since I could hop on a broom myself!" Scorpius stated proudly. "I can't wait for tryouts next year. Flying lessons this year will be a breeze though."

Rose rolled her eyes as she dragged the two Quidditch fantasizing boys to the looming man on the platform. "Firs' years! All ye firs' years over 'ere please!" the man called out.

"Hagrid!" Rose said, smiling.

"Hullo Rose! Good te see yeh!" the large half-giant, half-man spoke.

"Hi Hagrid!" Albus cried out.

"Albus! Wonderful! Who else from yer family is 'ere then?"

"Victoire and Dominique, Molly and Lucy, Fred, oh and James of course! And we may as well include Frank in that list," Rose said.

"Yes, yes, sounds about righ'…and who might this be?" Hagrid said, pointing to Scorpius.

"This is Scorpius Malfoy, Hagrid," Rose grinned at the introduction.

Hagrid seemed apprehensive at first, but smiled. "Welcome ter Hogwarts young'un. I knew yer father. Good man deep down, sorta," Hagrid patted him on the shoulder, which made Scorpius' knees buckle, and Rose had to grab his arm to keep him upright. A glint was clearly visible in Scorpius' eyes, but it disappeared once he noticed Rose looking at him funny.

"All righ' firs' years follow me to the boats over 'ere!" Hagrid lumbered off, and a group of roughly thirty students followed behind sombrely, clearly nervous about the boat ride across the lake.

Hopping into one of the first boats, she dragged Albus and Scorpius in behind her. Surprisingly, the fourth person to fill their boat was Dominique, who seemed to have found Rose and Albus amongst everyone.

"Er hi," Dominique said, as she crawled in nervously next to Rose. The boys had taken the back bench together. Dominique tightly grabbed Rose's arm, digging her nails into it.

"I just hope this is fast, because if my hair gets wet, I will never forgive dad for not letting me side-along apparate with his friend Bradley Duke here. You know, the new Astronomy Professor? Son of the lead guitarist for the Weird Sisters? He is dreamy, but that's beside the point. The point is, I do not want to get wet!" She nearly screamed when the boats jolted forward at this point.

Rose rolled her eyes as Albus and Scorpius chuckled behind them. Dominique hadn't even noticed the blonde boy in their boat.

After what seemed like forever, the Castle came into view. A chorus of 'oh's and 'ah's could be heard around the boats. It was exactly how their parents had described it, and Rose was growing excited.

Coming into a cave beneath the massive hill that the castle was located on, they entered an underground dock. Students filed out of the boats and waited at the bottom of a set of steps.

"Welcome first years!" came a booming male's voice. Looking up, Rose recognized someone from their parents' years at Hogwarts. Michael Corner was still as arrogant as he was in school; however he kept it on the down low, now that he was the Charms Professor, replacing Professor Flitwick when he retired seven years ago. He was also now the Deputy Head, working under the instruction of the still going Professor McGonagall. A lot of girls found him dreamy as well, and he knew that.

"Tonight you will be sorted into your new houses. And remember! Your house is your family! You will share a common room and dorms, classes and a table in the Great Hall together. Classes begin on Monday, as it is now Friday, that means you have two days to roam the castle and explore. Timetables will be passed out in the morning, so I expect no one to be late to classes on Monday. Understood?" several first years nodded their heads.

"The houses, as some of you may know, are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Throughout the year you can earn points for your house in class or outside of it. However you can also lose points for rule-breaking. The house points are tallied at the end of the year to decide who wins the House Cup!

"Now, we take the sorting very seriously here. When you enter the Great Hall, you will be brought to the front of the room, where I will call your names in alphabetical order, and you will approach the stage. There I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted." He smiled. "Now, I will be right back, become acquaintances with each other while I am gone, for you never know who will be in your house!"

When the Professor left, Rose turned to Albus and Scorpius, "Remember what we agreed to on the train…" she hissed. They nodded and smiled. Rose smiled back.

Only moments later, they found themselves walking through the double doors of the Great Hall. Rose stared up in awe. Her mom was right; it was exactly how Hogwarts: A History described it, and even better! The stars twinkled in the midnight black sky above her, not a cloud visible.

The first years crowded around the front stage, waiting for Professor Corner to begin. As he pulled an old hat out and placed it on a stool, the first years waited for what would happen next.

The brim of the hat opened wide, and out burst a song.

'Hogwarts students have returned
For another joyous year.
I see there's been a lot of growing up
and missing of friends who are dear.

Yet here before me stands another crowd
That has never been here before.
You seem a little nervous friends
Let me calm you with my folklore.

In Hogwarts, as you may seem to notice
There are four Houses in your sight
But which one shall I place you in?
Put me on, I'll tell you tonight.

In Gryffindor where dwell
The bravest of the hearts
They're nerve and daring chivalry
Set them well apart.

Yet you might belong to Slytherin
Where the cunning ones are found
If you are sly and quick
This house is where you're bound.

To Ravenclaw might you go
If your mind is beyond the rest
Challenges await you all
If you dare to pass their tests.

And last, not least, dear Hufflepuff
Where dwell the just and sweet
They're loyalty and thirst to learn
Make this house hard to beat.

So put me on your head, dear friends
I've never been proven wrong
I'll place you in the house
Where you'll find that you'll belong.'

Clapping was heard around the Great Hall as the hat returned to its position. Professor Corner pulled out a rolled up parchment and unravelled it.

"Bones, Wendy," was the first name to be called. As the little blonde made her way to the stool, she placed the hat on her head and grinned. She seemed confident. And the hat apparently agreed, because moments later it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" and she ran to the table on the far left. Rose could see James, Victoire, Molly, Lucy, Fred and Frank all clapping amongst them. She hoped they would still clap for her even when she joined a different table.

Next was "Boot, Sarah," who became a Ravenclaw, and "Clearwater, Felicity," joined her. Then "Creevey, Jenna," became a Hufflepuff, and "Ellsworth, Mark," a Slytherin.

It took a while, but finally the Professor said, "Malfoy, Scorpius."

Scorpius smirked at Albus and Rose before approaching the stool and firmly placing the hat on his head.

His thoughts cried out 'NO!' as he could hear the hat about to say Slytherin.

"Not Slytherin? I think you're only the second person to ever think that to me…' said the hat. 'But I do not like to place a person where they do not wish to be. So, hmm, let me see. There is definitely bravery in you, but loyalty is high up there as well. Then again, your mind is brimming with intelligence, like your mother.' Scorpius beamed, 'Ah, I see you like that idea, don't you. Well, why not. A Malfoy in Ravenclaw. Unheard of, but fair. RAVENCLAW!' he shouted for the whole Great Hall to hear.

Smiling at Albus and Rose, he made his way to the second table from the right, joining the shocked Ravenclaws, and ignoring the glares from the Slytherin table.

After only a few more students, the Professor stated, "Potter, Albus." Albus patted Rose on the shoulder, before approaching the stool and doing as the other students had, placing the hat on his head.

'Potter, eh? I daresay you will be trouble like your older brother. No? What about brave like your mother, I see it in you. Gryffindor would do well for you. But you are also very cunning, aren't you. I see lots of talent, and a wanting to prove yourself like your father. Slytherin could make use of you. Ah, but I see you want to be different. You don't want to be like your parents or the rest of your family? And you definitely don't want to wear the color green. You must be friends with that Malfoy boy; he seemed to think the same thing. Well, better stick the oddities with each other, RAVENCLAW!'

Albus grinned and joined Scorpius at the Ravenclaw table. His brother and cousins sat shocked at the Gryffindor table, not even able to clap until several moments had passed.

Rose glanced nervously at them. What if the hat disagreed with her? What if it wanted to put her in Gryffindor like her parents? What if Albus was wrong? Surely it didn't listen to everyone?

"Underwood, Ben," became a Slytherin, and "Vance, Leah," became a Gryffindor.

Dominique was sorted then. The hat barely reached her head before shouting Gryffindor and she ran to join her family. James looked relieved that someone in their family made their way over there. Sure enough, she was the last person standing up front. With a name like Weasley, how could she not?

"Weasley, Rose."

Approaching the hat, she stumbled slightly, and she heard a titter cross the room. Probably at her clumsiness. Placing the hat on her head, it slid past her ears and nearly over her eyes, but never, thanks to her hair.

'Weasley, eh? Two in one night? My am I lucky! But hang on; you're not fully Weasley, are you? No I spy Hermione Granger's blood in you. Brightest witch in her age, she was. Practically a genius!' Rose beamed at his complimenting her mother, 'And I see you've inherited her brains! Maybe this will do you some good, don't let it get the best of you though, use them well! And yet here's your father's willingness to succeed and prove himself. But where to put you. You're definitely not a Slytherin type; I don't see it in you. And Hufflepuff is out of the question. But Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? Where is best? Follow family…or friends?'

Rose sank. She didn't want to be in Gryffindor with her family. Not anymore, anyways. Her heart lay with Albus and Scorpius at the Ravenclaw table.

'I see you've decided where you want to go. But are you sure it's best? Yes? Well then, RAVENCLAW!'

Rose heaved a sigh of relief as she joined a boisterous Albus and Scorpius. At this point James and the others were looking at them in complete shock, especially noticing how friendly they were being with the blonde boy. James glared. He did not like this at all.

"Albus, I don't think your brother's very happy with us…" I said with a gulp.

Albus shrugged, "Serves him right for saying I would be in Slytherin!"

They all kept to themselves about what the hat had said to them. Almost in an unspoken way they were agreeing they had heard similar things.

"Alright students, quiet down!" They heard a voice from the front. Looking up, Rose recognized Professor McGonagall addressing them. "Welcome first years, and welcome back the rest of you lot! Before the feast begins, I have a few words. The Forbidden Forest, as always, is off limits to any student. Mr. Filch would like to remind everyone that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products are ALL banned, and if found will be confiscated." Her gaze found the Weasley's among the crowd, who grinned back innocently. "Try-outs for Quidditch teams will be held soon, within the month, depending on your House. First Hogsmeade visit will be in late October. And, as well, do not forget that some of you have OWLs and NEWTs to write this year, so keep your studying high, as much homework will be given. That's it, tuck in!" She said, and clapped her hands.

Albus and Scorpius cried with delight as the mountains of food appeared before them suddenly. The three of them and only five others were Ravenclaw first years, and they sat huddled on the end of the table. The three girls looked apprehensively at Rose, as if they didn't want to talk to her.

"I'm Felicity," said one, finally. The black haired girl held her hand out. "My mum knew your parents. Penelope Clearwater." Rose nodded as if she knew what the girl was talking about, when in reality she never. "This," she said, pointing to the brunette to her right, "is Connie Marks. Her dad was on the Chudley Cannons! And this," she said, pointing to the small blonde beside her, "is Sarah. She doesn't speak much. But you might know her dad, Terry Boot? Yeah he was in your parent's year! Anyways, we just wanted to say we hope this year will be good, and you're welcome to join us anytime. I mean, I know it's hard to make new friends. The three of us just met on the train. Oh and the two boys. That's Jacob Turpin. His mum was in your parents' year as well…and beside him is Tyler Stretton. His dad was on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team years ago! Anyways, who are they?" she asked, pointing to Albus and Scorpius, not even asking anything about Rose, even though it was obvious she knew who they were.

"Well I'm Rose, she put in smugly. But that's my cousin Albus Potter, and our friend Scorpius Malfoy." Putting emphasis on cousin and friend so she'd get the idea and back off.

The girl looked at her like Rose had an acromantula on her head or something. "Yeah right, like you're friends with that son of a Death Eater–" she was in the middle of saying, however she was interrupted.

"Albus, come on, James won't hate you forever. And anyways, you've got me and Rose. Stop looking at his sodden jealous arse and eat," Scorpius said, and grinned, ignoring what Felicity had said, even though he'd clearly heard every word.

"Fine Scorpius, but just because we're friends doesn't make it better. I might not be prejudiced against your family, but James has the Potter pride in him. He'll take to you like a cat takes to water, if you know what I mean…" Albus groaned.

Felicity glared at Rose, and turned back to Connie. However Sarah kept eye contact with Rose and smiled. At least Rose knew someone liked her. Jacob and Tyler seemed in awe that they would be sharing a room with Albus and Scorpius, as they were just staring at them. Shaking her head, Rose finished off her food just in time for dessert to appear.

Once dessert had finished, she could hear Prefects designating students to their Common Rooms and giving out the new passwords and such. But Uncle Harry and his friend Luna had told Rose once about Ravenclaw tower and how you had to answer a riddle to get in. Rose knew it would be a challenge, but she relished in the thought.

Approaching the seventh floor with the boys, they parted from the Gryffindors, and made their way to the tower holding their common room.

Someone knocked once and then a voice could be heard suddenly. The first years searched for the source, only to realize it was from the eagle on the door. "If a Centaur were to run into the woods, how far would it run in?" it said

Albus looked confused. Scorpius turned red, as if thinking too hard. Even the prefect was having difficulty.

"Er, halfway? I mean once it surpasses halfway, it's technically running out of the woods, isn't it?" Rose piped up.

"Correct young one," the eagle said, seeming to smile, "You will do well in this house! Welcome to Ravenclaw all!" it said, before the door swung open revealing the vast room behind it.

Several people inside clapped Rose on the back, as they had heard her from inside. The circular room they stood in was quite wide. There were arched windows along the walls, where blue and bronze silk drapes hung. The painted stars on the ceiling seemed to twinkle with mirth, and they seemed to be on the midnight blue carpet as well. And in a way it was similar to Rose's house, with all the tables, wooden and comfy arm chairs, and bookcases. And directly opposite them, was the bust of Rowena Ravenclaw that her uncle had told her about.

All the first years stared in awe. The room was beautiful! Even Albus was shocked.

"OK first years. Like the door said, welcome to Ravenclaw. All notices will be posted henceforth on the bulletin beside the door," the prefect pointed and the students turned to look, "Your Ravenclaw attire is waiting in your rooms on your four-poster beds. The next two days can be spent exploring the Castle. Timetables will be handed out at breakfast, so you should probably attend rather than sleep in. You can attend Quidditch practise in three weeks if you wish, however keep in mind, it is rare for a first year to make the team. However, Captains attend flying lessons now, so show off, and you might get a chance!

"Anyways, up the stairs there," he pointed behind him to a plain set of stairs, "to the left are the boy's dormitories, and to the right are the girl's. Boys, don't bother trying to get in the girl's rooms, as the stairs are charmed to prevent that. However there is no such charm on the boy's, because the Headmaster trusts the girls. Not really sure why though. Hmm…moving on. I'm head boy this year, Markus Burrow. Come to me if you need anything. Head girl is Gryffindor Victoire Weasley, and we're here if you need anything.

He smiled, "Now, off to bed you lot, its nearing ten o'clock."

The first years lingered a few moments, before heading up the stairs. Rose however didn't budge, her eyes glued to the enormous bookcases filled with books she'd never even hear of.

"Coming Rose?" she heard Connie ask.

"No, I'm going to explore the bookshelves first, then I'll be up to bed."

Felicity rolled her eyes, and moved upstairs. Connie hesitated at first, but followed, "Night Rose," she said, before her and Sarah moved up to the rooms.

"Don't be up too late Rose, or your mum will have a fit," Albus said from the stairway.

"Nah, she'd understand. Perhaps I'll write a letter to them to send off in the morning as well…" she said, reaching into her rucksack she found some parchment, a quill and some ink. "Perfect!"

Scorpius laughed, before dragging Albus to bed, Jacob and Tyler following behind them.

Sitting at a table, she scribbled a note to her parents.

Dear mum and dad,

First day went great! I was sorted into Ravenclaw; I hope you're not upset! The hat complimented your brains mum! And said something about dad's 'willingness to succeed and wanting to prove himself' …not sure what that implies.
Also, I would like you to know, Albus is in Ravenclaw with me! So I'm not alone!
There are eight of us first years. Three other girls. One isn't very nice, that's Felicity Clearwater (Penelope Clearwater's daughter, apparently), but the other two (Connie Marks (her father is on your favourite team dad, the Canons!) and Sarah Boot (her dad was Terry Boot, supposedly in your year) seem OK.
The boys consist of Albus, of course, then Jacob Turpin (apparently his mum was in your year), Tyler Stretton (his dad was a chaser on the Ravenclaw team when you guys were in school) and Scorpius Malfoy – you know him.
Before anyone says anything, dad, Albus and I are friends with Scorpius.
There, now get mad and get it over with, I expect the steam to blow off by Christmas when I come home.
The common room is just how Uncle Harry and Miss Luna described it! And I was the only one to solve the riddle to enter!
Anyways, classes don't start until Monday, but we get our timetables in the morning. I'll write you guys soon!
Tell Hugo I miss him already, and can't wait to see him!

Lots of Love,

Rose thought this letter perfectly acceptable. Rolling it up, she placed it back in her bag, before inspecting the shelves.

They all seemed to be related to studies and such, except for a small novel section. Deciding on one, she pulled out the dull brown covered novel and looked at its cover.

On it was an odd picture, containing what looked like a dragon, a Grindylow, and a Sphinx. Tilting her head slightly, she decided to read the blurb on the back.

'The Triwizard Tournament is a dangerous challenge that puts three witches or wizards up against certain tasks to test their magical abilities. However the most notable of all of these Tournament occurred in the year 1994-1995, where instead of the three witches and wizards competing, the Goblet of Fire haphazardly spat out a fourth name. The four champions competed in the tournament, facing harrowing tasks. However, not all stories have happy endings, and not all the champions survive this tournament.'

Rose smiled. She knew all about this story, but hearing it from someone else's point of view would be a real eye opener.

Sitting down, she pried open the slightly tattered book and began to read.

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