This is my first fanfiction on so try not to be too harsh ;) The fanfiction centers Rose Weasley, child of Hermione and Ron (just as it is in the books). As a hopeless romantic, I can't write without having some sort of romance in the main stroy. I'm sure you will figure out who the pairing is if you decide to read this fanfiction. I apologise for any errors I may have made. Feedback is welcome, however, if you want to criticise my work please be reasonable. Correct me on any mistakes I have made, a writer does like to improve ;)

Dislcaimer: I do not own the characters and story of Harry Potter, they belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling.

Chapter One-Beginnings

Rose sat quite comfortably on her recently washed bed spread, leaning against the wall with her copy of Wuthering Heights wrapped tightly in her arms. It was her favourite book and she had just finished reading through the tattered pages for the hundredth time. Most students at Hogwarts could not decipher the exquisite language used by the author, but for Rose, it was like second nature.

She sat dreamily, imagining herself as one of the period women from her timeless novels that sat neatly in a row across her top shelf. Timeless in her opinion of course. No one in her home shared her passion for dreams and romance. Those passions had to be put away whenever there was company, especially her mother who was all brains and very narrow minded.

Rose was awoken from her silent reflection by a bang on the wall behind her. She jumped and dived for the end of her double bed, sending pillows flying behind her. There were bangs and clatters and other awful loud noises coming from the opposite room, her brother's room. Hugo had developed a keen interest in muggle objects like her grandfather. The pair used to spend hours investigating automobiles and televisions at the burrow until her mother put her foot down when Hugo returned to the cramped kitchen, his good shirt greased and oiled.

There was brief shouting and then more shatters. Rose's ears were delicate when it came to loud noises and she was irritated easily. She composed herself from the tangle of sheets and pillows, threw open her bedroom door and stormed down the hallway.

"What's going on?" She snapped as she entered her brother's room.

Her father was lying on the ground in a frustrated heap, tangled in cords of all sorts. Hugo was backed up against the wall with a grin on his face.

"Hi sis," he said cheekily. "Sorry about the noise."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Here, let me help you dad." She continued, moving towards her father.

"Rose, watch your-" Started Hugo and her father in unison. Rose's feet left the ground and she screeched as she too went tumbling into a pile of what Rose referred to as 'Junk'. There was a horrible crunching noise followed by moaning and curses, they were coming from Rose.

"Ow ow ow, Hugo you stupid-ow ow ow, I am going to kill you!" She shrieked.

"Rosie," Said her father in his overly protective voice. "Are you alright?"

"I told you to watch out." Sang Hugo, making his way to her side.

"Don't touch me!" Ordered Rose. She pulled out her mahogany wand with her free hand and pointed it at the miscellaneous heap that tied her down. There was a flash of blinding light and all traces of 'junk' had dispersed.

"Hey! I needed that." Complained Hugo.

Rose ignored her brother and made her way to her father who was lying in a helpless ball. She muttered the same incantation and he was free. She helped him up, his face was red with fury.

"Hugo, how many times have I told you?" He yelled. Hugo cringed, moving back against the wall.

"Goodness gracious, what's going on?" Called her mother. A woman about the same height as Rose rushed into the room. She had large, brown bushy hair that was pulled back into a hopeless bun, and soft features with rather large front teeth.

"Ron?" Questioned Hermione, although it was more of an accusation.

Ron glared at his son for a moment and then gave Rose an apologetic look. He turned to face his wife.

"Hermione," He was using proper names. "I've had enough of this, tell your son to get rid of this 'junk'!" He had used Rose's word, she was proud. Her father stomped out of the messy room, muttering to himself.

Her mother look displeased. She folded her arms and looked straight at Hugo.

"Listen mum, it was unintentional, I swear." Stated Hugo. He looked to Rose for support but she returned the same level of hostility.

"Rose," Said her mother. "Can you leave? I'd like to speak with your brother."

Rose smiled forcefully and exited the room. She felt sorry for her brother but because of the minor injuries she sustained while being in his room, she really wasn't feeling helpful. She entered her room again and looked unhappily at her disheveled bed. She cursed her brother silently and began to tidy up her room. Rose was trying to keep it clean for the rest of the two days she had left at home. On Saturday she would make her final journey to the school she had grown to love so dearly. Hogwarts held so much history and adventure. It was perfect for her writing, which was another passion she kept away. Rose sighed in satisfaction at her clean bed. She moved to the window that faced the small and well kept backyard and looked at her clear reflection.

Her eyes were slightly slanted outwards and brown, a very caramel colour. Her hair was a mixture of light brown and red, auburn almost and in many ways it was like her mothers, although it did not hold as much height and thickness. It was quite long and wavy. Her face was heart-shaped and rosy. Together these features formed a rather charming five-foot eight girl, almost woman.

Rose breathed into the window and drew a love heart with the steam from her breath. She noticed the text books sitting behind her and picked out her favourite, a book on the stars and their complex formations. She had read over all her text books at least twice but couldn't care less. Reading wasn't a passion she had to hide from anyone.

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Saturday morning couldn't have come sooner. Rose awoke to a loud banging on the roof above. She scrambled out of bed and threw open her window to receive a blast of cold morning air and rain that felt more like ice shards. Rose was a morning person, much to the annoyance of her father and brother. She rushed around her bedroom, making sure everything was in order. Have I read all my text books? Did I make notes on each subject? Are all my clothes packed? Have I forgotten anything important? These thoughts ran tirelessly through her mind. She turned to face the large and faded trunk that sat on her bed. Her belongings had barely fit.

"Here we go again." She muttered to herself. Rose grabbed the trunk by its sides, took a deep breath and lifted. It was a struggle down the stairs, she could hear banging and stomping and raised voices as she neared the living room. Rose dropped the trunk on the deep blue couch and sighed in relief. Her mother rushed passed and zoomed up the stairs, to wake up Hugo of course, thought Rose. Her father strolled in casually and flopped onto the opposite couch. He was lanky, very tall and had a very goofy look. His flaming red hair stood out brightly in the dimly lit living room.

"Did you carry that thing down by yourself?" Asked her father, appalled. "I could've carried it for you!"

Rose shook her head. "It's fine dad."

Her mother stumbled down the stairs, lugging her brothers trunk behind her. She was tense and frustrated. She looked to Rose and her father who were staring at her.

"We have to leave in ten minutes," She scolded. "And you two are sitting there like sloths!"

"Sorry mum," Mumbled Rose. She jumped up almost immediately and pulled the trunk from her mothers grip. "Where is Hugo? I'll go and get him."

Her mother shook her head quickly. "No, no it's alright, Hugo will be down any moment..." Everyone looked around, the silence was very natural. "HUGO! Hurry up will you!" Shouted her mother.

Her father chuckled. "I'll pack the car."

Rose headed into the kitchen and grabbed the last piece of toast sitting on plate. She quickly buttered it and chucked it in her mouth. I'll have to buy something on the train, she thought. Rose looked around the kitchen, it was a complete mess! She yanked out her wand from her skirt pocket and pointed it at all the dishes. They rose from their places and flew through the air like leaves caught in the wind. "Come on Rose!" Yelled her mother. Rose rushed out of the kitchen and paused in the living room to examine herself. Her hair was in a high pony tail and her fringe sat lightly on her forehead. Her knee length skirt was uncreased and her long sleeved top was un-stained. She ran to the hallway, yanked her jacket off the hook and flew out the front door.

The Drive to Kings Cross Station was quicker then Rose had expected. It seemed time was against her. The weather had not settled at all. Instead, the rain was hammering down which caused her father to put repelling spells all over the car. The conversation revolved mainly around the weather and the coming school year. Rose was relieved that no one had asked her about life after school. She really had no idea.

Her mother was an outstanding worker at the Ministry of Magic. She worked for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and improved house-elves living standards tremendously, then moved on to work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and ended the pro-pureblood laws. Her father worked as an Auror for some time but then moved on to help her uncle George at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Rose considered the Ministry of Magic, she had alway's been interested in International Magical Cooperation, but still had her doubts. She wanted to be an individual.

The car came to a sudden stop. Rose peered outside the window to discover that they had arrived, time was definitely against her. She began pull on her jacket and scarf.

"No robes this time?" Mocked Hugo. Rose pushed him lightly, her brother could be so annoying sometimes. She had given up the robes tradition in her fourth year. The rain whipped her face as she exited the car. She ran to the boot and helped her father remove the trunks, they splattered water everywhere as they dropped on the flooded side walk.

The family hurried through the down pour towards the large station. It was almost impossible to move through the crowd that swarmed the station. Her father was cursing under his breath as he pushed through everyone, her mother was behind him. Rose pushed the trolley as fast as she could, although it was not going to get any faster.

"I wonder if we'll miss the train," Called Hugo from somewhere behind Rose. "Maybe then we'll have to get to Hogwarts the same way dad did in his second year!"

Rose laughed at her brother's silly suggestion. "I'd rather get to school normally."

The family reached the barrier in record time. They stood, puffing for a moment before her mother straightened herself up. "You first Hugo." She instructed.

Hugo positioned himself in front of the barrier, took a deep breath and ran. He disappeared within seconds.

"Rose."

Rose smiled and followed her brother's actions. The rush of going through the barrier was one she would definitely miss. She pushed against the heavy trunk and started to walk quickly. It made her nervous to run. In an instant she was through the barrier and she breathed a sigh of relief. Rose slowed to a casual walk and looked around the less crowded area in search of her brother. He was standing with a family she knew just as well as her own.

The Potter's were a family she had known since birth. She was great friends with all of them, but especially her cousin Albus, whom was also in the same year as Rose. She reached the family in time to receive four warm smiles.

"Hi aunt Ginny," She spoke warmly. She hugged her aunty and turned to face the rest of the Potters. "Harry...Lily...James...James?"

Her older cousin had graduated from Hogwarts one year ago.

"Hi Rosie!" He said. She went to hug him.

"What are you doing here?" Rose questioned.

James Chuckled. "Well, for the past few years I was always on that train, now it's my turn to stand by and watch you all go off!"

She laughed. "Where's Albus?"

"He's finding a compartment, he'll be back soon."

Everyone stood in a comfortable silence for a minute or two before Rose's mother and father joined the large group. They greeted their best friends warmly and began animated discussions about work. It wasn't long before Albus appeared in the crowd.

"Al!" Called Rose, waving frantically. Albus waved back enthusiastically. To Rose, it felt like they were back in their first year when everything was new and exciting.

"How are you?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, it's our seventh year Al, I'm feeling a whole mix of emotions."

Albus grinned. "Me too."

"So," Said her mother from behind them. Rose and Albus turned to find their families beaming at them. "It's your last year at Hogwarts. Are you excited?"

Albus and Rose nodded. It was definitely going to be an exciting year.

"Our year is important too!" Chimed Lily. She and Hugo were entering their fifth year at Hogwarts. It was certainly going to be a stressful year for them also.

"Newts and Owls," Exclaimed Rose's father. "All of you better work hard, especially you two." He said, eyeing Albus and Rose. "We can't have Scorpius Malfoy beating you in your tests!"

"Ron!" Scolded her mother.

Everyone laughed.

"Well," Said Harry. He put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "I suppose you better get on the train."

"Farewell little children!" Mocked James. He ruffled Albus' hair roughly.

"Not little," Corrected Rose. "You're only a year older."

Ginny pulled her oldest son back by the collar of his shirt. "And in many ways," She added. "He is so much younger then you!"

Everyone laughed again. The two families moved off into separate groups to farewell their children. "Work hard," Said Rose's mother loudly whilst hugging her daughter. "It's an important year for both of you!"

The families rejoined and together, Rose, Albus, Lily and Hugo entered the train. Rose was excited about this year. She was going to make the most of it.

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I hope that wasn't too corny :) Do not worry, the story will improve in activity, I just had to get past the introductions.

Until next time...