First HP FanFic! I'm assuming this will stay short, unless I get like, a billion reviews. Or five. Five works, too.

Got this idea from a two-dollar chunk of Rose Quartz and the search engine.

Disclaimer- Don't own, and am not planning on getting sued *pulls out small date book, begins flipping madly* ever, actually. I'm not epic enough to own Harry Potter.

Rose Quartz

When I was eleven, the morning before I stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, my mother gave me a necklace. It was fairly simple, a thin, silver chain with a gemstone pendant. The pendant was a chunk of rose quartz, for my name, or so I thought as she was fastening the clasp.

"Thank you," I hugged my mum.

"Just remember, no matter what happens, your father and I love you."

"Oh my, look at the time. We'd better get moving, don't want to be like your father," Mum chuckled. I laughed, remembering the story she had told me about my dad and Uncle Harry's first day of second year.

I linked elbows with her, and we apparated to Kings Cross.

"Blimey, Hermione, way to make an entrance," said my dad as we appeared a few meters away from him. Hugo, who had left with dad a few minutes earlier, ran towards Mum as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Hello to you too, Ron," Mum replied, giving Hugo a hug.

"Rose!" I turned my head in the direction of the shout, a moment before I was nearly tackled in a hug.

"Lily!" I hugged her back, elated that my favorite cousin had come to see me off.

"You're so lucky, getting to go to Hogwarts! You'll have to tell me everything!" Lily continued to bombard me with questions, until I finally put a stop to her rambling.

"Lily, I think you had better, umm," I fumbled for words, scanning for something her cousin could do. "Oh, look, you should go help Al with his trunk."

"Oh, he does need help. Bye, Rose!" Lily dashed to help her brother. I felt badly about shooing her, Lily was nice, but when it came to Hogwarts, she just wouldn't stop talking.

And Al did need help with his trunk.

I sighed, and walked back to my mum and dad, who where having quite the conversation with Uncle Harry.

"Hermione didn't believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to Confund the examiner."

"No, I didn't. I had complete faith in you," replied Mum, blushing, because she still had doubts.

I sighed. What's the point of driving when you can just apparate?

"Mum, I think I have to go soon," I tugged on her sleeve, attempting to gain her attention.

"Just remember, if you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you," said Dad, "but no pressure."

"Ron!"

I glanced at Albus; he had heard my dad's remark, and probably became scared his parents might do the same. His face revealed the solemn, nervous expression I expected to be on my own face.

"He's only kidding," Mum reassured me. But I still couldn't be sure. What if I wasn't in Gryffindor? What if I was a Ravenclaw, or a Hufflepuff? Or even, a Slytherin?

Then, a new family emerged from the mist, a man and woman, and a young boy who appeared to be their child. Mum and Dad seemed a bit distraught, as did Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny.

"So that's little Scorpius," said Dad. examining the young boy from afar. "Make sure you beat him at every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

I felt my ears go pink, I knew I could never be as smart as Mum was, or at least as smart as Dad made her out to be.

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Mum sternly, but I could see a glitter of amusement in her eyes. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry. Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie." Dad added after a pause. "Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

I gave the boy another look. He looked a lot like his father. Not at all bad looking, but with white-blond hair and cerulean blue eyes, he looked like a Malfoy. Of course, Malfoy was a word that was equivalent with scum in my house, and I had heard my dad use it as a curse on more than one occasion.

"It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board," I heard Uncle Harry say as my attention drift back to the conversation.

"Don't forget to give Neville our love!" Aunt Ginny told James as she hugged him good-bye.

"Mum! I can't give a professor love!" James retorted.

"But you know Neville –"

"Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love…"

"Bye, Rosie, don't forget to write!" Mum hugged me tight.

"Mum, any tighter and you're going to squish me." I said.

"Sorry, sweetie." She replied, loosening her grip.

"Bye Rosie, see you at Christmas," Dad pulled me into a hug.

"Bye dad," I said.

"I love you!" I said as I stepped on the train with Albus and James.

The whistle on the Hogwarts Express blew loudly, warning all stragglers of their last chance to board. After a few minutes, the train started, and they were off.

"And don't forget to write! You have to tell me everything, what house you're in, about the professors..." Lily was running alongside the train, shouting last minute thoughts to her brothers and cousin. Her voice was drowned by the noise of the train.

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Please note, about half of this is taken from the Epilogue of Deathly Hallows, so following chapters probably won't be as long.

I have the plot all figured out, it will be a Rose/Scorpius fic, but mixed with family stuff. All from Rose's POV. The necklace will have significance. Expect the next chapter probably soon, but you never know how busy/lazy I will be.