A/N: I know that this chapter is extremely short! However, there wasn't too much I could say in the prologue without giving away the rest of the story. But I am alreayd working on Chapter One, and have the rest of the story outline. I hope to get the rest of it up as soon as humanly possible. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!


"Dear Mum,

This year is going to be great! I never realized how many boys there were in my close vicinity until just now, and the only thing I can just say is - wow!

There's James, he is the most fabulous quidditch player. I have never seen someone play quite like him. There have been rumors that it must be hereditary because his dad played well, but well, that's another story.

Then there is Hugo, who never fails to make me, or anyone else for that matter, laugh. He is the class goof. Whenever he doesn't know something, he just makes a joke about it and gets everyone to laughing, even the Professors, which, as I'm sure you know, is quite a feat.

Last, but most certainly not least, is Scorpius. While he stays away from quidditch, and doesn't ever say enough to make anyone laugh, because he keeps to himself, there is just something about him that makes me smile.

There isn't much to else to say, at least yet, with school only barley starting, but hopefully, by the time that I am home for Christmas holiday, there will be much more for me to tell you.

Love,

Rose

Hermione smiled as she gently set down the letter. This time of the year had always been so hard for her. Even though Rose was in her seventh year, it didn't mean that it made it any easier for her to accept the fact that her little girl wasn't quite so little anymore. It was even harder for her to believe that this would be the last year Rose would be at Hogwarts, and once she left for summer holiday this time, she wouldn't be going back and would be heading out into the world to start her life as an adult.

The only thing that slightly concerned her was the fact that Rose seemed to have fallen for all three of these boys, and while she had gone to school with them for seven years, there was no telling what would happen, especially since she was as old as she was.

My little girl is growing up, she thought to herself.