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Chapter One: Beginnings

Chapter One: Beginnings

September 1st, 2017

Her eyes scanned the already busy platform, looking for someone other than Hugo to talk to. They had taken Victoire with them in the car, as Dominique was playing with her new wand and managed to dye her hair an interesting shade of red. Instead of her normal, light strawberry blonde, Dom’s face was framed by a pinky-red shade that Fleur instantly detested. Rose hadn’t actually managed to see it, as Fleur had just sent Vic alone through the Floo, but from Vic’s story, it sounded like it wasn’t coming out. Victoire had left them as soon as they stepped onto the platform, running off despite her aunt’s pleas to for everyone to stay together and not get lost. Blinking, Rose looked over at the opposite end of the platform, and spotted one of her favourite cousins.

“Al!” Rose yelled, gathering up the ends of her robes to run towards the visibly disappearing face of Albus Potter, her cousin. Her parents and brother followed her, trying not to lose her in the dense throng of people. She wasn’t really looking where she was going, just running towards messy jet black hair, and it came as a surprise to her when she crashed into a tall, haughty and aristocratic looking man.

“Oh, sorry, sir!” Rose said, instinctively apologizing to this platinum haired man. He nodded once, before walking back to a woman and boy. The woman was handsome - she wasn’t pretty in the normal way, but she looked regal and photogenic, with pleasant facial features and long, perfectly straight brown hair. Handsome was the word to describe her, or attractive. The boy was almost a mini replica of his father, apart from the fact that he didn’t look like he was sucking on a lemon. Rose smiled at him, her brown eyes gleaming, before she took off again to find her best friend.

“Hi,” was Albus’s greeting words, when Rose arrived to him. Her parents had caught up, and so had the Potters. She beamed at him, slightly out of breath from her run. Her father and Uncle Harry turned to each other, talking about cars, parking, Confunding spells and Muggle driving tests. Or, that was at least what Rose could hear from the snippets of their conversation that she managed to catch over the deafening roar of chatter the platform provided. Her father had already lifted up her trunk into the train, and were now lifting Albus’s on next to hers. It wasn’t anything interesting, and Rose turned back, heading towards her mother and aunt, as well as her younger cousin and brother. The two were twittering on about houses, and which ones they thought everyone would be in.

“If you aren’t in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you.” Ron warned them, trying not to crack into a smile. “But there’s no pressure.” The indignant Ron! from Hermione made both Hugo and Lily laugh like children - which they were  - but Rose refrained from laughing, acting like a proper grown up. Ginny and her mother were both trying to reassure everyone that Ron was just acting like a fool and didn’t actually mean it, but her dad was no longer paying attention. He was too busy pointing out a man to Uncle Harry. Looking over, Rose noticed that they were pointing to the man she had bumped into earlier. Why? Was he an old friend of theirs, perhaps? Probably not, because he was rather curt to her earlier and would have greeted her properly, like all of her parent’s friends did.

“So that’s little Scorpius,” Ron told her, trying to keep it under his breath but unfortunately speaking loud enough for both her and her mother to hear, as well as perhaps all of Potter family. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.” Rose nodded, hating the little, babyish nickname but letting it slide as only Daddy could call her that, when she still felt like a little girl. She didn’t now, of course, being grown up as she was about to board the train, but after all, best not to push it and complain.

“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” her mother replied, rolling her eyes as she tried to appear stern to her husband. It didn’t really work, as she was too amused to say much in the way of a scolding. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!” Rose nodded, adopting her mother’s posture: crossed arms, eyebrows raised, jaw set. It probably looked quite amusing, but her mind wasn’t really on trying to make people laugh.

“You’re right, sorry,” her dad replied, trying not to laugh and almost failing at it, only succeeding because he added last minute, ‘don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. After all, Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.” Rose smiled at him, sending him their secret grin, before James arrived, the bearer of the newest gossip, and currently out of breath.

“Oh my gosh! Teddy’s back there, I just saw him! Do you know what he’s doing? Snogging Victoire!” So that’s where she rushed off too, Rose thought to herself. Teddy Lupin, huh? Never would have guessed. The entire relationship they had held through the whole of last year didn’t count, did it? There was quite a big age gap, as Teddy had already graduated a few years back, and Victoire was only in her last year, but after all, if it was love, it was love. James had been gesturing wildly to a couple a little way back, who on closer inspection, Rose could tell it was Vic and Ted. The guy’s hair was changing colour, which was a bit of a giveaway, and the girl had blonde hair, but when they broke away from each other and smiled shyly at the other Rose was certain it was them. James was trying to get some enthusiasm from the parents, and Lily was planning the wedding. Tuning in again from her own fantasies, Rose found that the conversation was now about Teddy living with the Potters. James’s plans were to let Teddy have his room, and he would share a room with Al. That plan probably wouldn’t work, but then James never had plans that worked. Harry refused it, of course, having the common sense not to want his house destroyed with arguing.

Checking her watch, Rose noticed it was precisely two minutes to eleven. “Bye Hugo.” She said, leaning down and giving her little brother a hug. She buried her face in the red hair that was almost exactly the same shade of flame - red that hers was. Moving on, she released him, locking eyes with the blue he had and smiling. They argued all the time, of course, but when it came down to it, her and Hugo were pretty close. Her mother was next in the line, and Rose hugged her tightly, breathing in the comfortable smell of rose perfume that her mother wore, and smiled. Releasing Hermione, she smiled once more, looking into the deep, chocolaty brown eyes they both shared. They held eye contact for a second more, before Rose flung her arms around her father, still small enough to be lifted up by him. They stayed like that for a few seconds, before Rose remembered the timing issue. She planned on dragging Al on board with her, but as he was talking to his father, she decided not to, and boarded the train. Waving goodbye to her family, she pulled her wavy hair out of its regular ponytail, allowing it to fly with the breeze. She saw Al board hastily, and the train took off, almost as soon as his feet were no longer on the platform.

She waved until the faces on her parents were no longer visible, and then closed her eyes briefly, before looking around. The carriage was empty, and so she closed the curtains and shut the door, putting a do-not-disturb sign that she had just found in one of the compartments on the other side of the shut door. She’d been up late packing, as well as memorising all of her textbooks, and the lost sleep was catching up on her. At the very least, the dark circles underneath her eyes gave an indication of this. Taking off her Hogwarts robes, Rose reasoned with herself. The train took approximately three hours to get from London to Hogwarts. Two hours sleep, one hour to sort everything out for her arrival. She took of the dark blue hoodie she was wearing, rolling it into a lumpy rectangle to serve as a substitute pillow, before kicking off her black dragon skin leather shoes. They were expensive, so she forced herself to place them neatly on the floor under the bench, before lying back down on the bench and closing her eyes, falling promptly asleep.

That was the last anyone saw of Rose Weasley for a very long time.

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