ROSE
"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie."
I rolled my eyes. My father still wasn't over his lame dislike for the Malfoys. Ron Weasely-Auror, second-in-command to the head Auror and his best friend Harry Potter.
My mother did the same too-she admonished him for his senseless behavior and for "corrupting" us. She was the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Office at the Ministry of Magic.
While my parents were busy arguing, I took a good look at the Malfoys. They were all adorned in black wizarding robes-except their son, who, quite surprisingly was wearing simple muggle clothes like me. Draco Malfoy still had intimidating looks, that could scare anyone from afar. Blonde, gelled back hair and a pointy face, anyone could see that time had gotten the better of him. Astoria Malfoy seemed like a sweet lady who was fussing over the young boy's hair. The young boy in question, looked a lot like his father. He had inherited the Malfoy blond hair and grey eyes from his father.
My cousin and best friend, Albus Potter, or like I called him, Al, elbowed me and sniggered, looking at the parents arguing about and the famous Harry Potter trying to resolve the argument. A lwas an exact replica of his father at that age. Messy black hair, green bespectacled eyes. The only thing missing, was the lightening-bolt shaped scar. We couldn't be more thankful for that!
"Hurry up you guys! You are gonna be late!" Exclaimed aunt Ginny, quidditch correspondant for The Daily Prophet.
All us kids-Fred Weasely II, James Sirius Potter, Albus Potter and me, Rose Weasely exchanged our goodbyes with our family. It was quite a task, with our family occupying the most space on the station.
As we got onto the train, I could only hope that Hogwarts is as they all say.
