Chapter 1: My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See or, Monday, Sad, Sad Monday
Rating: M mainly for language, and I can't discount any funny business later on
Disclaimer: I work with only what the infallible J.K. Rowling has given me.
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There was one thing that Rose Weasley absolutely could not stand. Well, there were rather two things that drove Rose Weasley to unbounded mania, but mercifully, only one of these was her current cause for agitation.
"Shit," she muttered as she checked her watch again. "Shit, shit, shit."
She looked behind her, seeking out her parents in the crowd of commuters walking around Kings Cross Station.
"Mum! Dad!"
She looked at them in exasperation as Hermione Weasley refused to pass in front of the handicapped woman in front of her. Ron shrugged at his daughter weakly.
"And this is why Hugo arrives with the Potters," Rose complained as soon as they had caught up with her.
"Sorry, sweetheart," her mother apologised.
As soon as they made the familiar fall through the barrier, Rose exhaled. "Thank Merlin."
Ron checked his watch. "Hermione, we really should be going."
The brunette pursed her lips and looked at her daughter. "Our Rose, going into her last year of Hogwarts. Can you imagine, Ron?"
"No," he pointed out. "If you remember, Harry and I never did come back for our last year."
His wife tutted at him, and pulled Rose into a hug. "Write to us, dear."
"Don't I always?"
"And don't get another one of those...boyfriends," Ron said, shuddering. "We can't keep an eye on you when you're so far away."
"You and mum were technically together during seventh year," Rose reminded him, lifting her owl cage off her suitcase while Ron placed her trunk on the floor.
"Technically," Ron said, pointedly.
"You should go," Rose pressured, taking another look at the clock. "I can manage."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, sighing deeply. Ron fastened his daughter into a hug. "No boys, Rosie. Promise."
She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.
After a final wave, her parents passed through the barrier and were gone.
Rose breathed in deeply, and looking down at her trunk realised perhaps she shouldn't've been so forthcoming in shooing away her parents. She looked quickly at her somewhat agitated tawny owl.
"Hang on there, Horus," she said, softly. "I'll let you out soon."
She sighed again, and braced herself to lift the huge chest to join the others. She'd gotten it to about shoulder height when she realised her efforts were futile, and her arms began to give way.
"Damn it," she cursed loudly as her body sagged under its weight.
Suddenly, the trunk was hoisted up above her head, and carried itself away into the baggage compartment.
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