Note: Hi! The following is a 2nd generation Harry Potter fanfiction, with main characters being Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, and Albus Potter. It will be comprised of four parts, the first of which will follow Rose. There will also be seven one-shots (or side-alongs) following other characters at points throughout the series, each uploaded separately. I've also taken the liberty to include a few re-quotes, courtesy of JK Rowling and Steve Kloves of course, to pay homage to the original books and films. So without further ado, here is Chapter 1. Happy reading!

-Hailey


Part 1 - The Rose Unfolds


1 - The Weasley House

One beautiful, sunny morning in late August, Rose Weasley woke to the sound of birds chirping. It had been nearly two months since she had heard the cardinals that sang their melodious song every morning, just outside her window in the small English town of Ottery St. Catchpole. She smiled at the familiar sound, slowly pulling herself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead of her.

Today, Rose, her little brother Hugo, and their parents would be traveling to Diagon Alley, where they would buy their new schoolbooks and robes for their upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a day that Rose looked forward to every year, as she loved nothing more than the smell of new parchment. She was, after all, her mother's daughter.

This year in particular, though, was extra special. First, Rose had been away on vacation with her family all summer, and so she hadn't see either of her two best friends, Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, for quite some time. She was very eager to meet up with them again, as she knew the Potters would be meeting them there, most likely along with Scorpius, who often spent a large portion of the summer at the Potters'.

Second, Rose was secretly hoping that this year she would be getting a new broomstick. Last year, she had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their new Keeper, though she had had to use an old broom from the school, because she hadn't known originally that she would make it on the team. Once her father found out, he had apparently wanted to buy a new broom right away, but Rose's mother insisted that he wait until the summer, when Rose could pick it out herself. Neither of her parents had mentioned it since then, but Rose was sure that they hadn't forgotten.

At this thought, Rose began to get dressed even more quickly, and before she knew it, was on her way downstairs to the kitchen, where she was sure her mother would be, either cooking breakfast or reading the Daily Prophet.

Sure enough, Hermione Granger-Weasley was there, sipping coffee and reading the paper just like any other day, with freshly made pancake mix sitting by the stove, ready when needed.

"Good morning," Rose called as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Hermione replied, looking up from her seat at her soon-to-be fifteen year-old daughter, finding it difficult to believe, as it was every morning, that she could possibly have two teenage children already. Albeit, Hugo was just barely a teenager, at only thirteen, but it still made her feel a little old.

"Why did you wake up so early? You know we're not to be at Diagon Alley for a few hours from now," Hermione asked Rose. Rose was normally never up this early, but of course today was no normal morning.

"I know, but I just wanted to make sure that I was ready on time. Plus, I have to get all of my school lists organized. Do you know where they are?" Rose replied. She knew that she didn't owe any explanation for her promptness to her mother, whom she had inherited this habit from in the first place, but provided it for her nonetheless.

"Yes, of course. An owl dropped them off last night. They're right here," Hermione answered, taking the top letter from Hogwarts off the table and handing it to Rose.

As Rose ripped open the envelope, excited yet gentile, Hermione couldn't help but notice just how much Rose reminded her of herself. With her enormous intellect and logic, Rose had taken all of Hermione's best traits. The ones that Rose hadn't inherited from Hermione only made her that much better in Hermione's eyes. Though Rose had long, semi-curly, thick hair like herself, it was a stunning fire red: the spitting image of Ron's. She had also inherited Ron's beautiful blue eyes, along with his bravery, loyalty, and Quidditch skills (though admittedly, Rose was much better at the wizard sport than Ron had ever been). These traits were slightly less obvious than the others, but they were there. They must have been, after all. Otherwise, Rose would have been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. In fact, Hermione used to think that Rose would have fit in better in Ravenclaw, but as the years went on, she realized, just as she had for herself when she was at Hogwarts, that Rose was a Gryffindor through and through.

In her first year at Hogwarts, Rose had formed a trio very much like the trio that Hermione had been a part of, with her cousin, Albus, and Albus's fellow Slytherin, Scorpius. Before long, they were the best of friends, despite the fact that Scorpius's family was very much against it, the Malfoys having always disliked both the Weasleys and the Potters. In the end, it had been Rose who refused to listen to Scorpius's father, and encouraged Scorpius to do the same. Her unflagging loyalty displayed toward Scorpius always reminded Hermione of the way that Ron used to defend her and Harry when they were persecuted for not being of pure blood. Ron's loyalty had given him the label of 'blood-traitor', though he hadn't cared. Rose was the same way.

The sound of large, lazy footsteps coming from the stairs woke Hermione from her reverie. When she looked up, Rose was still buried in her lists, completely unaware of her father, who was about to walk in behind her.

"Go-od morning," Ron said with a yawn as he stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a Redvine for his morning snack, and sat down next to Hermione, giving her a kiss on the way there. He was still in his pajamas and looked like a zombie, but Hermione was used to it at this point. She had spent all too many years waking up next to him, ever since long before they had become an official couple.

It took a few minutes for Ron to notice that Rose hadn't even looked up from her papers to greet him, but when he did, he merely looked at Hermione for an explanation.

"They're her supply lists. They got in yesterday," Hermione answered, knowing exactly what Ron wanted to ask just by the look on his face.

Ron nodded in acknowledgment. This was also something Ron had gotten used to, after many years spent with Hermione, and now knowing that Rose was no different when it came to schoolwork.

For the next half hour or so, the three Weasleys sat around the kitchen table in silence, Rose still going over her lists, Hermione reading the paper, and Ron falling asleep on Hermione's shoulder, after having given up trying to read along with her. She read much too quickly for him. Plus, it was morning.

They were interrupted, however, by the hurricane of noise that was Hugo, the loudest and most energetic by far in the family. Although he tended to be the last to wake up, he made sure that it was known when he did, storming down the stairs at lightning speed and running into the kitchen, barely able to contain himself with the thought of pancakes on his mind. He had an enormous love of all food, and was always hungry. Hermione suspected that often times he could even eat more than Ron, something that she had once thought was impossible.

Luckily, Hermione heard Hugo in time to get the pancakes on the stove before he made it to the kitchen, so that his would be ready the second he sat down. If they weren't, there would be hell to pay, most likely involving an incredible amount of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products, all given to Hugo as birthday gifts from his favorite uncle, George.

"Good morning family," said Hugo matter-of-factly as he stepped into the kitchen. Before allowing any time for Ron or Hermione to respond, however, he stomped over to Rose, placed a slightly crumpled letter in front of her, and then sat down, smirking at his sister from across the table.

This gesture actually did manage to gain Rose's attention, who slowly looked up from her sheets to view the letter. As she noticed that it was addressed to her, and that it had obviously been opened and read by her fellow ginger-haired little brother, her eyes widened with fury.

"You read a letter that was addressed to me?" She screamed at Hugo, now standing and holding the letter in front of his face, making sure that he could see that it did in fact have her name on it.

Hugo merely chuckled in his seat and said, "Well, of course I did, Sister. After all, that is what little brothers are for. And I must say, I'm glad I read it. Looks to me like somebody's got a little crush."

Now Rose was merely confused, as she had forgotten to look at the return address to see whom the letter was from, let alone read it herself. Before getting distracted though, she spat at Hugo once more with, "I can't believe you!"

At that, she turned around and headed out of the kitchen in search of some privacy. She could just make out the sound of her mother, the martinet of the family, giving Hugo a lecture on the importance of respect, as she walked into the living room.

Sitting down on the old, much too comfortable couch in the small room that was filled with the perfect combination of bookshelves and Quidditch memorabilia, Rose finally looked at the envelope to see who had written it. The upper right corner read 'Scorpius Malfoy, 687 Godric's Hollow'. The letter was from Scorpius, one of Rose's best friends, and it looked as though he had written it from the Potter house. Rose, still confused by Hugo's comment, pulled out the letter and began to read:

Rose,

Hello. How are you? Are you back from France yet? I've been staying at Godric's Hollow with Al all summer, and I think we're starting to go crazy without you here to calm the air all the time. That isn't to say I've been lonely though, considering that Lily's been all over me since I got here. It's quite annoying, really.

Anyway, I just thought I'd check in before meeting you in Diagon Alley. Can't wait to get back to Hogwarts.

-Scorpius

P.S. – We've been doing a lot of Quidditch practicing lately, Al and I against James and Lily (who's actually quite good), so you better be ready for the Gryffindor-Slytherin match coming up. After all, I wouldn't want us to win too easily, with you so out of practice.

Rose smiled at the last part. She had always loved Scorpius's sarcastic side, and he and Rose were constantly challenging each other, especially when it came to Quidditch. It was their own way of showing mutual support. Still though, it was slightly surprising to get a letter from Scorpius at all, especially when there wasn't one from Albus. She and Al were the ones who tended to keep in touch, as Scorpius never seemed to bother taking the time to actually write an entire letter. Although, the letter was quite short.

None of this explained why Hugo seemed to think that Scorpius had some sort of crush on Rose, though. Perhaps he was talking about Lily, Al's younger sister? Either way, Rose decided not to dwell on it, and tucked the letter into her pocket before heading back to the kitchen.

Once through the doorway, Rose could tell that the pancakes were ready. The smell of her favorite breakfast was something Rose's nose was well attuned to, so she sat back down in her seat, ignoring Hugo's pointed looks in her direction, and enjoyed a perfect meal with her family.

"Oh, Hugo, here is your list of books for the year," Hermione said, handing Hugo the same type of Hogwarts envelope that she had given Rose earlier. After noticing Hugo's roll of the eyes, Hermione added, "You'd better not lose it. Otherwise, you'll be using all of the school's old, torn books. In every class."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want that," Ron stated with a snort. "After all, it's not like they'd have tons of notes in them that told you how to do everything perfectly."

Hermione looked back at Ron with defiance and retorted fiercely, "No, nor would they possibly have dangerous spells that would later be the cause of a certain somebody losing his ear."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rose interjected. Normally, she would just ignore these spats of which her parents had frequently, but this one sounded particularly interesting.

"Are you talking about Uncle George?" Hugo asked, very curious to know anything and everything about anyone and everyone. "Doesn't he only have one ear?"

This seemed to catch their parents' attention, as Ron and Hermione both sharply turned to Hugo and stated in unison, "No".

"All right, all right. I was just asking," Hugo replied.

Hermione was about to console Hugo when Ron interrupted. "So Hugo, which classes did you end up choosing?"

Hugo was about to enter into his third year at Hogwarts, and this was the year that students could choose two option classes to add onto their required ones. Rose had chosen Arithmancy and Muggle Studies, though there were rumors that she used her mother's old time turner to also go to Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Divination, always keeping her options open to do whatever she'd want to when the time came.

"Oh, how am I supposed to remember?" Hugo replied. "All I know is I listed whatever classes they said were required to become an Auror."

Ron beamed at this, as he himself was an Auror, and took much pride in his son. Hermione, on the other hand, looked quite disappointed.

"You mean you aren't going to take Muggle Studies, then?" This had been one of Hermione's favorite classes, and being that she was Muggle-born, she thought it was very important for her kids to know how her half of their family lived.

Both Hugo and Ron rolled their eyes at this, having already agreed that Muggle Studies was not an important class. Plus, the class was taught by Arthur Weasley, Hugo and Rose's grandfather, and Hugo never liked to have teachers who knew him. It made it that much harder to pretend he wasn't there.

"Look, Mum, I don't want to burst your bubble or anything, but I don't really care that much about tel-phuns, or whatever it is you call them. I'm a wizard, after all. Plus, Care of Magical Creatures is way cooler," Hugo said, in an effort to provide an explanation to his mother, though it was obviously not a good one.

"They're called tel-e-phones, and to be quite honest, they're actually a lot more practical than communicating by owl," Hermione replied.

Rose just laughed at all of this, finding the conversation oddly perfect. Her family had always been a little odd, but at the same time they were all quite brilliant, and she couldn't have loved them any more. Sometimes, thinking about these things made her sad to go back to Hogwarts, as it meant that she would have to say goodbye to her parents until Christmas. Still, she loved school. It wasn't her home, like it was for Scorpius, but it was like a second home, and she felt incredibly comfortable there.

Within the next hour, the four Weasleys finished their breakfast and got their things together for their journey to Diagon Alley. They were going to travel by Floo Powder, a common form of transportation for underage witches and wizards who could not yet Apparate. Rose was hardly a fan of the neon green fire that emitted from the powder, but after so many years of traveling this way, she was somewhat used to it.

Hugo, on the other hand, was always excited to 'burst into flames'. Anything remotely dangerous was something he deemed to be 'cool'. For this reason, he opted to go first. After Hugo disappeared from within the Weasleys' living room fireplace, Hermione stepped in to take her turn, followed by Rose, and finally Ron.

The Floo Powder transported them to the fireplace in the back of the Leaky Cauldron, which was the café that connected Charing Cross Road of the Muggle world to Diagon Alley. Once there, Rose asked her parents excitedly, "So, where are we meeting the Potters?"

"Well, if they go to the right place this time, they should be meeting us right here," replied Ron, with a wink at Hermione.

However, Hermione didn't look as amused as Ron had intended, and fired back, "Ronald, it's been years. I'm sure Harry would appreciate it if you could finally let it go."

Ron lowered his head in response, looking extremely defeated. He had never been one to enjoy losing a spat, especially when up against Hermione. Unfortunately, she was one of the only ones who could ever win against him. In the long run though, this was exactly why he loved her.

Ron's thoughts were interrupted when the sound of another person crashing into the fireplace could be heard. Looking up, the Weasley family was met with none other than James Sirius Potter, Harry and Ginny's eldest son.

"Oh, hi everyone," James greeted them, while wiping some chimney dust off his messy, brown hair. James really didn't look much like either Harry or Ginny, but instead was more of a mix between the two. With the exception of his mother's light brown eyes and his father's stag patronus, James was taller than both of his parents, and had Ginny's aggressiveness mixed with Harry's talent for trouble and rule breaking. He also had the Quidditch skills of both his parents, and was therefore quite the legend at Hogwarts, having been recruited as Gryffindor Seeker in his first year, and having caught the snitch at every match since.

"Hello, James," Hermione replied. James was possibly Hermione's least favorite nephew/godson, though she hugged him nonetheless. Ron and Hugo merely waved hello, as they were both secretly envious of Gryffindor's number one player.

James then turned to Rose and said, "Hey Rose. You've been practicing this summer?" James was entering his sixth year at Hogwarts, and had been the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team since his fourth.

Before Rose could reply, Ron interjected, "Of course she has. Don't worry, she's more than ready for the match against Slytherin. I've gotten her well prepared for it. We're even going to go get her a new broomstick today." Rose smiled at this last part, happy to hear that Ron hadn't forgotten his promise.

James merely chuckled at Ron's attempt at intimidation and said, turning back to Rose, "Great. Better than that old Cleansweep you were using last year."

"Yeah, definitely," Rose replied, stepping in front of her father before he had the chance to embarrass her yet again. "How's the team looking this year, then?" One of their Beaters and a Chaser had graduated last year, so Rose knew that the team would need two new players this season.

"Oh, I think it'll be good. I've got my eyes on Fred as our new Beater, and Lily's hoping to make it this year; she's trying out for Chaser. Roxanne might put up a good fight though." Roxanne was Fred's little sister, both of whom were the children of Rose's uncle George and his wife, Angelina. Fred was entering his fourth year at Hogwarts, Roxanne her third.

"Anyway," James continued, "I was going to ask if you've seen Lysander around anywhere. I was supposed to meet up with him, and I think he wanted to talk to you." Lysander was one of the Scamander twins, Luna Lovegood's boys. He was also going into his sixth year, and played Beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He and James had met through Quidditch, and had been best friends ever since.

"Er, no, I haven't seen him anywhere," Rose replied. "Why would he want to talk to me anyway?" Lysander had never been particularly close with Rose. In fact, they had never really talked at all off the Quidditch pitch, on which he was always particularly mouthy and sometimes even offensive toward his opponents.

"Oh, no reason. Never mind," James quickly stated, before he said goodbye and headed off on his own, having spotted one of the Finnigan girls in line to buy a drink.

Before Rose could wonder any more about what Lysander may have wanted to talk to her about, Albus Severus made an enormous clunking noise as he appeared in the fireplace beside where the four Weasleys were still standing. Unlike James, the middle Potter was the spitting image of his father, with his messy black hair and enormous spectacles covering his bright green eyes.

Seeing Al for the first time in months, Rose ran straight up and hugged him.

"Hey," he said as they broke apart. "How are you? I've been meaning to write, but I knew you'd be away."

"I'm great," Rose replied. "And that's okay. You're right, I probably wouldn't have gotten any letters anyway. Plus, I got one from Scorpius this morning, which was sort of a nice change."

Albus made a confused face at this, but Rose didn't have time to comment, since at that moment, Scorpius appeared, his light skin and white-blond hair barely visible through all the black soot.

As he looked up and wiped his face off, Scorpius saw Rose and smiled. At the sight of those familiar ice blue eyes, Rose smiled back, but when the two came closer to each other, neither seemed to know if a hug was appropriate or not. Instead, they mutually decided to shake hands, in an attempt to end the awkwardness between them. Ron and Hermione could be heard chuckling in the background.

Once the rest of the Potters arrived, the two families split off into small groups to do their shopping, the four parents staying at the Leaky Cauldron to catch up over a couple of butterbeers, Lily and Hugo off to find Fred and Roxanne at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and Rose, Al, and Scorpius headed to Flourish & Blotts to get their new books.

Once away from their families and onto the familiar streets of Diagon Alley, the trio went right back to being the close friends that they had always been, and Al immediately started to tease Scorpius about the fact that he had sent Rose a letter.

"Since when do you write letters to anybody?" Albus asked.

"Well, that's just it," Scorpius replied. "Rose isn't just anybody."

Rose blushed at this and Al gave a shocked look to Scorpius, who seemed surprised himself to hear such words come out of his mouth. "I – I mean, well, you know what I mean," Scorpius replied, trying to change the subject.

Albus whispered, "Nice save" into Scorpius's ear, but Rose didn't hear. Instead, she continued walking, acting as if she hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary. On the inside though, her heart was beating faster than ever.

"Anyway," Albus started, waking Rose from her trance and bringing Scorpius back to his normal self. "How was your summer, Rose? We want to hear all about your trip."

To answer, Rose began to tell them about everywhere she had been that summer, from France, to Greece, to Sweden, and back again. She could have gone on talking about it for hours, if it wasn't for the three of them arriving at Flourish & Blotts only to be interrupted by Draco Malfoy, Scorpius's father.

Malfoy was a scrawny man with Scorpius's same white-blond hair, but with a much more sallow looking disposition. Though Rose knew that he was no older than either of her parents, he looked as though he had aged much less kindly.

Scorpius stopped walking first, followed closely by Rose and Al, after noticing Mr. Malfoy staring at his son in the doorway with a somber expression.

"Scorpius," Mr. Malfoy said, sounding none too shocked to see his son in Diagon Alley only a few days before school started.

"Father," Scorpius acknowledged. The tension in the room was highly palpable, and Rose could hear the resentment in Scorpius's voice. She also thought there was a small amount of fear in his tone, though she knew that Scorpius would never have admitted to that.

"Ah, you must be that Potter boy my son is always with?" Mr. Malfoy asked (though it was more of a statement than a question), turning toward Albus. Al merely made a face at the way Mr. Malfoy had said 'Potter': as if it was the most disgusting word in the English dictionary.

This was until Mr. Malfoy addressed Rose, saying, "And the Weasley girl." The way he pronounced her name was even more disgusting than Al's. After a slight pause, Mr. Malfoy added, "What a pity."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scorpius retorted, practically before his father was even able to finish his comment regarding Rose. Though Rose was normally the protector of the group, Scorpius had always felt responsible to protect Rose. It was one of the few sweet gestures between him and Rose that always went without questioning.

"Oh, nothing," Mr. Malfoy said, turning back to his only son. "Just a pity. After all, as if it wasn't bad enough to be a Weasley, she also happens to be the daughter of that Granger girl, isn't that so?"

Scorpius jumped forward at this, fists balled. Luckily, Rose was quick enough to hold him back, whispering, "Scorpius, it's okay. I can handle this for myself." Scorpius nodded, albeit reluctantly, and then relaxed his stance, though Albus was ready to take hold of his other side if necessary.

"Oh, good for you, turning down help. You are your mother's daughter. What are you going to do next, give me a black eye?" Mr. Malfoy said to Rose, leaning toward her and eying her bushy hair as he spat the word 'mother'.

Scorpius tried to leap forward again, this time being held back by Al, but Rose stood her ground. Lips pursed, leaning forward toward her assaulter, she retorted confidently, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am my mother's daughter, and I am a Weasley. But I am also a – friend - to your son, and no matter how apathetic and cold you are toward Scorpius, I know that deep down you care about him just like I do. And no matter who my parents are, or what my blood status is, there's nothing you can do to drive me away from my friend." Every time she said the word 'friend', it didn't feel big enough to describe her relationship with Scorpius, but she wouldn't let that thought distract her.

Mr. Malfoy didn't reply to Rose's statement, nor did he notice the way that his son was now staring admiringly at the girl who had just insulted him. Instead, he turned away from Rose, about to leave, only to turn back around and state to Scorpius, "Oh, I just thought you should know that your mother and I are now officially divorced. I told her to send you a letter with her new address… though I wouldn't count on receiving anything." His face looked genuinely pained at this reveal, though he continued on. "It was nice to see you again. I hope you have a good year at school, though I'd advise you to try to keep slightly better company." Mr. Malfoy then walked past the three teenagers and out of the store, leaving his son speechless.

Scorpius looked both angry and pained as he stood in his place, still with shock. Shaking it off, he turned to Rose, who was already looking at him, and said, "Rose, you were…"

Rose interrupted him, feeling guilty. "Scorpius, I know. But I couldn't just stand there after what he said. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to your father like that; it wasn't my place. I do hope you're okay."

"Sorry?" Scorpius asked, clearly shocked at Rose's guilt for standing up for herself. "Rose," he continued, "I was going to say thank you."

"Thank you?" Rose asked, equally shocked at Scorpius's reaction.

"Of course. What my father said to you was terrible. I mean, I was just about ready to knock him to the floor. But what you said, well, that was even better. I've never seen him look so put-out."

Rose didn't say anything, but merely blushed and smiled slightly. This was until Albus broke up his two friends, put his hand on Scorpius's arm, and asked reluctantly, "Scorp, your parents are divorced? You never mentioned that this summer."

Scorpius turned toward Al and nodded, the pained expression returning to his face.

Without thinking too much about the repercussions of the gesture, Rose took Scorpius's hand and squeezed it, trying desperately to make the expression on his face go away, as she felt equally pained by looking at it. After about a second, both their eyes widened and they looked at their hands, locked together, and quickly broke apart. Al just laughed in amusement. He was used to these awkward moments that always happened between his two best friends. During the school year, it could get quite annoying, but he had actually missed it over the summer.

"But honestly," Rose began to say, acting as if what had just happened never actually did. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. They had been fighting for the entire two weeks that I was there in July, and eventually I just had to get out. Mum was going a little insane, and Dad definitely wasn't happy about it. That's when I went to Al's." He motioned toward his messy-haired friend. "I hadn't heard from either of my parents since… until now."

Albus and Rose nodded in acknowledgment, and the subject was officially dropped.

Over the next hour or so, the trio selected and bought all of their required books (Rose buying quite a few extras), and then continued down the alley, on their way to Florean Fortesque's for ice cream. After a few minutes of light conversation, the three were interrupted by Lily and Hugo, who had run up excitedly while carrying bagfuls of merchandise from George's joke shop.

"Hey, Rosie," Hugo addressed Rose. "Um, Dad's looking for you by the way. He's at the Quidditch Supplies shop with Uncle Harry."

"Oh, thanks Hugo," replied Rose, ignoring the name he had called her, all her attention focused on the idea of her new broom. "I'll go now."

She then stood from her seat and was about to walk away, Albus and Scorpius in tow, when Lily beamed and said, "Hi, Scorpius."

Scorpius replied with, "Hey, Lil," and a nod, but continued walking with his friends. Lily frowned with jealousy.

After a moment of silence, Rose asked Scorpius, "So, what was that back there? With Lily…"

Scorpius took a minute to respond, but finally did with, "Er, she might have a slight crush on me. It's no big deal, really." He looked at Rose reluctantly, who had her eyes straight ahead, refusing to look the least bit perturbed by this.

"A little?" Albus asked sarcastically. "Pshh, my sister's obsessed with you!"

Scorpius replied to Albus with a look that asked him why he would say such a thing, and a nod toward Rose, who was walking in between the two, still staring straight ahead. At this, Al dropped it and the three walked into the Quidditch store.

The shop was the perfect distraction to their previous conversation. It was filled with broomsticks, maintenance kits, special Quidditch robes and headgear, and a magnificent array of Quidditch balls: enormous red quaffles, locked-up bludgers, and perfectly golden snitches. The most notable item, however, was the snitch that seemed oddly attached to a certain person who was hidden from site, standing in front of the rack of new brooms. Next to the person, above the aisle, a head of bright red hair could be seen.

Recognizing her father instantly, Rose led the way around the rack to see Ron talking to the store manager with Harry Potter, whom the snitch was circling around.

Spotting his daughter at once, Ron exclaimed, "Rosie! Perfect timing; Harry and I were just talking to Will here about which broom would be best."

"Great!" Rose beamed. "It better go faster than either of these two's," she said, gesturing to Al and Scorpius.

Harry and Albus laughed, but Scorpius didn't back down so easily. "Are you kidding?" he asked, turning toward Rose. "You do realize that I'm a Seeker for a reason? I could go ten times as fast as you any day of the week. Keepers barely even move."

Rose was about to reply with a witty comeback when Ron interjected, holding up a hand in front of Scorpius and saying, "Now hold up, Blondie. First of all, there's no way in hell you could fly faster than my Rosie. She gets her Quidditch genes from her old man, after all." Rose could just make out her uncle Harry bite his tongue at this remark. "And second," Ron continued, now pointing a finger at Scorpius's face. "You don't ever get to speak to my daughter like that. I know you may think us Weasleys are beneath you, but I'm not about to tolerate that sort of behavior when it comes to my fourteen year-old girl."

Rose, astonished by Ron's sudden attack on Scorpius, whom he had known was her friend since they met in their first year at Hogwarts, looked at her father with a furious expression. "Dad! How dare you talk to him like that! You know full well he cares less about my blood status than tea-leaf reading, which we all know is complete bullocks." In more of a whisper, she added, "We've had this conversation before, remember?"

Ron didn't look very remorseful, and was still glaring at Scorpius. Harry, catching on to Ron's temper flare, put a hand on his best friend's shoulder and said, "Ron, come on man. You've known Scorpius since he was a little kid, and he's never done anything to remind us of his father. They're different people, okay? And Rose isn't Hermione, either."

At this, Ron finally nodded, accepting the fact that he had crossed a line. "I know. I'm sorry, Rose," Ron said, Rose smiling in return. Turning to Scorpius, he said, "My apologies. Sometimes I get a little over-protective, and you happen to look an awful lot like an old enemy of mine."

Scorpius, who had had his head bent down before now, finally looked back up at Ron and said, "It's okay. I understand. You'd be surprised how many times I get told off just because of the way my dad's treated certain people."

The other four all chuckled at this, but in a wry sort of way. They pitied Scorpius in that moment, though they would never have let him know it.

In an attempt to redirect the conversation to its original topic, Albus turned to the manager, Will (who had remained silent through the Ron-Scorpius spat), and asked, "So, what's the fastest broom you've got?"

"Ah, well," the manager started, happy to be of service again, "I was just telling Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter here that a brand new broom was shipped in this morning from Bulgaria. It's called the Falcon Flyer. It's by the makers of the old Firebolt, and is being used by the Bulgarian team. As of now, it's the fastest on record and goes from naught to 200 in 10 seconds!"

Rose, Albus, and Scorpius all beamed at once, jaws dropped wide open. The Firebolt had been the best broom around for as long as they could remember; nothing else had ever come close to beating it. This one could apparently go 50mph faster.

Ron stood proudly with his arms crossed and said to Rose, "So, what do you think? Are you good enough to handle that?" Ever since Ron had become an Auror, and with Hermione working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry, they had been earning very good money. Naturally, Ron liked to let people know of his small fortune every chance he got.

Rose laughed it off, though secretly she was quite curious as to how it would feel to fly on the fastest broom in the world. The freedom of it, and all the possibility – would be exhilarating, she thought. Sadly, she knew that the Falcon was much too expensive and not at all necessary, so she turned her focus onto the less extravagant, but still very fast, Nimbus 2021.

"Ah, now that there is also a very good broomstick. Doesn't come close to the Flyer, but what does, eh?" Will said, having noticed Rose's interest in the crimson-colored broom.

They all laughed in response, and after Ron talked to Rose about it, he agreed to get her the Nimbus 2021, and in return she promised to brag about it to Scorpius every chance she got.

After leaving Quality Quidditch Supplies, the three followed Ron and Harry to the Owl Emporium, the last stop of the day, where they were to meet up with Hermione (who had previously been at Madam Malkin's buying robes), Ginny, Lily, Hugo, and James.

As soon as Rose crossed over the threshold into the magical pet store, she was instantly blown away. She had been there many times in previous years, when Albus had gotten his grey owl, Witherwings, and when Scorpius had gotten his pet ferret, Ally. Nevertheless, the riot that was taking place inside the store, with all different sizes of owls flying and squawking overhead, cats prancing across the top of kids' shoulders, and the loud ribbits of the frogs and toads was truly spectacular. Rose had always loved animals, though her family had never had a pet other than their shared owl, Pigwidgeon, and Crookshanks the cat, who had died when Rose was very young.

Rose, Scorpius, and Albus had just walked in when Hugo ran right up to them, yelling and shouting something that was incomprehensible to Rose. After telling him to breathe and slow down, he explained, "Rosie, Rosie, Mum just got me an owl!"

"Wow, that's great!" Rose replied, though she was skeptical of the idea of her trouble-making little brother having his own pet to be responsible for.

"Look, here he is!" Hugo yelled as a miniature white owl with big black spots flew onto his shoulder and nipped at his neck. "Ow! Cow, stop that!"

"Cow?" Albus asked. He (who had always detested animals and other magical creatures) and Scorpius had been hiding behind Rose before, but now that Al had heard the ridiculous name that Hugo had given his new messenger, he had a reason to butt in.

"Yeah, Cow," Hugo explained. "Get it? Pig and Cow. Plus, his spots are perfect!"

Everybody laughed at this, and Hugo looked somewhat hurt by their response. Fortunately, Hermione appeared, and quickly took the attention off of the three cackling teenagers. She immediately went to Ron's side and explained how Hugo had begged for the owl, and that eventually she had had to give in. Ron nodded understandably, though the two parents both had clearly fearful expressions.

About twenty minutes later, the Weasleys, the Potters, and Scorpius were heading back to the Leaky Cauldron, hands full of new books, robes, brooms, and pets. It was getting late, and all had had a long day, so as they approached the fireplace, they each said their goodbyes.

The Potters left first, with James, Ginny, and Lily. Before they departed, Rose gave another large hug to Albus and even one to Scorpius, as they mutually decided to skip over the awkward moment that had occurred earlier that afternoon. Rose was sad to be saying goodbye so soon, but she was well aware that soon they would all be together again, back on the familiar train that would take them to where all the magic was. For now, she would spend the last moments of summer with her family.

After Hermione and Hugo had left, with Hugo's screams of excitement still echoing in the background, Rose and Ron each took a handful of the bright green Floo Powder. The father and daughter duo then stepped into the fireplace, muttering the familiar word of 'home' before they burst into flames and disappeared.


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