The days flew by and soon it was the morning of the 1st of September - the day that Rose and Hugo were to depart for Hogwarts for the first time. Rose strained under the weight of her hefty school trunk as she lugged it down the stairs, her ginger curls bouncing around her shoulders with each lurching step. Her copper tresses caught the light streaming through the window and shimmered with hints of gold, framing her freckled face as it contorted in concentration. She gripped the brass handle firmly and hauled the trunk down the last stair. Hermione was waiting for her in the foyer. "Have you got everything?" She asked in an unconvincing feigned tone of light-heartedness. The smile plastered on her face was visibly strained as she reached for Rose's trunk. Rose nodded, handing the chest to her mother. "Gravitas penna," Hermione murmured, tapping the trunk gently with her wand, causing it to instantly become as light as a feather. With a slight tilt of her head, Rose tried to catch her mother's gaze. Their eyes met and Rose silently implored Hermione to share her secrets with her. The young witch's gaze held a quiet intensity, a subtle plea for openness between them. Fleetingly, the hardness in Hermione's eyes softened and cracks of vulnerability materialised in her demeanour. But then, just as quickly as the ice in her eyes had thawed, it froze over again, shutting her daughter out. Hermione averted her gaze and dropped her eyes to her wristwatch. "Oh, is that the time?" She said, straightening her skirt. "I'd better go - I don't want to be late for the book launch," she handed the trunk back to Rose, who grabbed the handle with her pinkie. "I love you, Mum," Rose blurt out, her voice trembling with sudden emotion as she buried her face in her mother's bushy brown hair. Hermione's arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in a hug. Rose clung tightly to the warmth of her mother's embrace, finding solace in the familiar scent of Hermione's perfume. When Hermione reluctantly broke the hug a few seconds later, Rose felt a palpable absence where her mother's arms had been on her back. "I love you too, sweetie," Hermione cupped her daughter's chin, "but I really must go now." She kissed Rose tenderly on the forehead and turned away to bid farewell to Hugo and Ron, who had just joined them in the foyer. "Goodbye, my loves," Hermione said, before disapparating with a barely audible pop.
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Rose Granger-Weasley and the Unleashing of Power
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