Everything Forbidden

Prologue

Rose Weasley was a perfect mixture of her parents. Her hair matched her dad's bright ginger color and gained the bushiness of mother's. She also inherited her Hermione's brain while gaining all of Ron's silliness. Her and Ron shared the Caribbean blue eyes while she took Hermione's button-shaped nose. Rose was no older than five but she might as well be ten with the energy she carried. She bounced happily around the house as her three-year-old brother tried desperately to catch up with her. Rose spoke so eloquently and pristine that sometimes you had to remind yourself that she was only five years of age. Rose started showing signs of magic at a very young age. Even at five, Rose could do little things much like Hermione could do at that age. Rose had the ability to move things and whisper spells without the use of her wand; the very talent Hermione possessed. There was no doubt that Rose would be the brightest witch of her age.

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Rose waited eagerly for her parents to take her to the bookstore. That was one of her favorite places to be. She developed her love for books from her mother. While her parents were busy in the kitchen, Rose was settled at the chess table that was stationed in a corner of the living room. She desperately tried to teach her younger brother how to play Wizard's chess but much to her dismay, he wouldn't corporate. Ron taught her how to play at a young age and now she was nearly as good as him. Nearly, anyway. Rose was about to move her queen over when she noticed her brother sticking one of the chess pieces in his mouth.

"No Hugo!" Rose snapped, grabbing the piece from his hands and putting it back down on the board. Just then Hermione walks into the room, followed by her husband.

"Don't yell at your brother," Hermione scoops up little Hugo in her arms before handing him to Ron.

"But he was eating the pieces!" Rose exclaimed, waving her hands back and forth frantically, defending her actions.

Still, Hermione shook her head in disapproval. Ron looked at Hermione before handing Hugo back to her and swinging his daughter over his shoulder. Rose squealed and giggled simultaneously. Hermione smiles at the two, shaking her head causing her bushy hair to sway back and forth. Sometimes Hermione thought Rose was more like her father than anyone else.

Hermione watched as Ron and Rose both bounced off to Diagon Alley through floo powder before she and Hugo joined them a minute later. As Hermione brushed off the remains of the powder off of Hugo, Ron lifted his daughter into the air until she was perched securely on his shoulders. Letting out a giggle, Rose gentle wrapped her little arms around her daddy's neck. Once situated, the four of them made there way through the streets of the busy alley. They were almost to the bookstore when a man bumped into Ron, nearly knocking Rose from his shoulders. Ron quickly caught Rose and whipped around ready to give the culprit a talking to but soon stopped when he saw who it was.

"Harry? Mate! How've you been?" Ron exclaimed as he recognized the black, shaggy hair and round glasses.

Harry smiled, giving Ron one of those manly hugs, pleased to see them. "Great! Sorry, didn't mean to knock Rose of your shoulders." It had been almost two months since the two families have seen each other, both busy with their own lives.

Ginny walks up to them, carrying a sleeping Lily while James, Albus, and Teddy were trailing behind. Rose squealed at the sight of them as she ran over to her cousins, engulfing them in hugs.

"Ginny, how are you?" Hermione, too, gave a hug.

"Tired!" Ginny laughed, looking at her four children. "But happy."