Chapter one There is no harder point in life than being a teenager, but what's harder is being a teenager of the female kind and what's nearly impossible (without going insane) is being a female teenage witch. So this is me, Rose Weasley at your service. My life was never easy, but it got a lot harder the moment I stepped into Hogwarts. No, it wasn't from my prat of a little brother, or my obsessive mother, or my clueless father. It wasn't even the fame of my family that followed me wherever I went. Let me give you a hint: a tall blonde guy, with a striking resemblance to a ferret. My first time at Kings cross station was almost a disaster, well first off Mum kept telling me to keep close to my older cousins and asking if I had remembered to pack certain... Personal items. My Father barely said a word the entire time except for when it was time for me to go. He held me by the shoulders, bent down, and kissed my forehead. Then he said, "Rosie, there is one thing I need to warn you about. Do you see that little blonde boy over there?" He pointed to a small boy around my age that was a mini clone of the man standing next to him. "That is little Scorpius Malfoy, I don't want you anywhere near him." I had heard so many stories about the Malfoy family that their name alone just about made me sick. "I want you to beat him on every test, outsmart him at any challenge, and if he comes anywhere near you I want you to hex his pants off." He winked at me and went to stand by Mum who was tapping her foot and glaring at Dad. "Ronald," She growled, playfully smiling, "Rose, please be careful, sit by your cousins they know where to go." With that she pushed me gently towards the steaming train. I glanced back and noticed Mum had tears running down her cheeks and I swore I saw Dads eyes watering. They all waved at me as I stepped onto the train. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped into my new life. Unfortunately it didn't work as planned. As I stepped into the narrow corridor of the train some stupid bloke crashed into me. "Watch it," the boy hissed. "You watch it yourself," I hissed back. Weasleys tend to be very good at fighting verbally and physically. I looked up from dusting myself off and was so startled by the bloke in front of me I took an involuntary step back. "You," we said at the same time. "Next time watch where you're going, Malfoy." I spat out the words like poision. "I don't plan on running into you again, Weasley, there won't be a next time." I pushed past him into the compartment that held my family. I have a lot of them. My cousins James, Albus and Lily are the children of my Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. Then there's Victoire, Dominique and Louis whose parents are Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill. Molly and Lucy are Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey's Children. Uncle George and Aunt Angelina's children are Fred and Roxanne. And of course there's my very own brother, Hugo. I'm pretty sure that's everyone. "Hey, Scarlet!" James said enthusiastically. "Whats with your face? Were you chewing on lemons or something?" He laughed. "Not funny, Potter," I mumbled and self-consciously stroked my Weasley red hair. "So what's wrong?" Albus my fellow first year, asked me. I glared at the wall. "Malfoy," I grumbled. "Ha-ha boy trouble already, Scarlet?" James teased me. He was a year above me and Al and always liked to make fun of us. "Don't worry, he's just a good for nothing git," Dom jumped in, my best female cousin and fellow first year. "And he's a Malfoy," Roxy said, pretended to gag herself, her blue-green eyes rolled back into her head. I rolled my eyes at her. She was in James's year and almost as bad as him. In an attempt to ignore my cousins taunting I stared out of the window. The countryside raced by the window, the beautiful fall colours blended into a mosiac of flaming reds, oranges and yellows. I slumped down in the red, velvet seats, probably missing my already frizzy hair. My stomach growled, fed up with my cousins persistant teasing I decided to find the sweets trolley, "I'm going to get some chocolate frogs," I declared and squeezed out into the hall. After I bought some I headed back to my compartment when someone from behind me called my name. My last name. "Oi Weasley! You took the last of the chocolate frogs, give 'em here," the voice demanded "No!" I whirled around and found myself nose to nose with Malfoy... Again. "Hiya Weasley." He smirked. "Go stalk someone else you tosser." I glared at him. "Where did you learn to talk like that, Weasley? Your blood-traiter father or your mudblood Mum? He taunted. This crossed the line. I marched right up to him and somehow my fist found his nose. And it didn't go well for either of us. "Owwwwwwwww" I howled in pain. I looked over and saw Malfoy in the same position but holding his nose to keep it from bleeding. My knuckles were throbbing and I held my hand protectively to my chest. "Holy Hippogriff Crap" I heard James exclaim from behind me. "Scarlet, what happened? If he did anything to you I'll kill him." "He called Mum a mudblood." I said through gritted teeth. James tool my good arm and helped me up. By this time the hall had become clogged with people that wanted to see what had happened. Malfoy was still on the ground holding his nose and moaning. "Nice Rosie," I heard Al say from behind me. He sounded genuinely pleased. "Coming through, excuse me students back to your compartments! Move out of the way… now!" we all knew what was coming: the teachers had found out. I backed up against James and that was when McGonagall stepped through the wall of students. "What in Merlins name is going on here?" Great. My life had just ended before it had even begun.
Well, both of them are totally and completely AWESOME. You should have someone walk up behind the teacher and do the loser sign. Or bunny ears!!
Chapter two "Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley you'll be serving detention for a week with Professor Longbottom in the Herbology greenhouse." McGonagall drops two huge, dusty files in front of us. Me and dumb shít over here have had a lot of issues over the past few years "you two will never grow up, it's always something with you, and your and in your sixth years, too!" McGonagall grumbles filling out the detention forms. "I should owl your parents for this!" this time we… err… accidently let out some Cornish Pixies while we were trying to hex eachother. Hey! Don't look at me that way, it was his hex not mine! Anyway they kind of, sort of hung some first years by their knickers off the astronomy tower. McGonagall's face turned as hard as stone, just like it always did before she started lecturing us on getting along. She's a scary woman when she gets angry, I should know. I slump down in my cushioned chair and glare at Malfoy. "Next time you two get at it, Miss Weasley don't give me that look, I will put you both in detention for a year, kick you both off you Quidditch teams, and bar you from all privileges that have been mercifully granted. Do I make myself clear?" McGonagall looks like she's going to have an aneurism by the way she's leaning over the giant oak desk shouting at us. "Yes Ma'am," squeaks Malfoy. I nod rapidly, too scared to speak. "You are dismissed," She says and we scamper out of that office faster than Harry Potter's broomstick. Once we're out Malfoy stops and turns to me his arms crossed over his chest. "Nice going Weasley," He sneers. Oh no, he's NOT going to blame this on me! "Hey it was YOUR hex that let out those bloody pixies!" I snap, walking past him. I need to get away from ferret boy before something happens… again. "Don't you walk away from me, Weasley!" He easily matches my pace. "We are not done talking!" Haha! That's what you thinks! "Yes we are!" I turn a corner abruptly and duck under a tapestry. A ton of these things have secret passages behind then, this one in particular leads to the Gryffindor common room. I wait for a moment, sitting on the damp ground in the unusually circular tunnel, waiting for Malfoy to pass on. "Weasley…" I hear him shout my name. "We are not done, where are you?" He yells my name again and I snicker to myself. It's a good thing that James has shared the ways of the Marauder's Map with me. I hear his footsteps recede. I stand, ducking my head in this smelly, grimy tunnel. I start to slowly creep along the cavern back to the Gryffindor common room.
Chapter 3 "Rose, thank Merlin you're here!" I hear my best pal/cousin/Qudditch captain holler to me… AKA Albus Severus Potter. Great name huh? Don't tell him I said that! I love him. Sometimes! "What is it now?" I groan. I had just arrived in the common room. "Can you pretty please help me with my transfiguration essay?" He looks at me with puppy dog eyes under his black curly locks. That hasn't been working for the last several years, Potter! "Yeah, sure!" I say sarcastically "I've just had a bloody brilliant day! Me and Malfoy got at it again, and then we got chewed out by McGonagall for letting Pixies escape and hang adorable firsties by their knickers off the astronomy tower. Then I had to come up here by a bloody secret passageway and a I got a freaking blister!" I say mockingly excitedly, "Of course I'll help you!" I clasp my hands together. "Really?" He sounds so hopeful and I roll my eyes. Albus is so thick sometimes! Warning: never be sarcastic with Albus Potter, it is his major downfall and probably result in his death… or yours! "No!" I exclaim marching up the stairs to my dorm. "Aw, come on Rosie… please! What happened?" he calls up the stairs to me. We're like best friends, I can't keep anything from him. Don't turn around, don't turn around Rose stay strong! I'm hopeless against his pleads, I run down the stairs almost running into Al. "What?" I ask, seriously Al! Why can't I ever seem to say no to him? "Tell me what happened," he says as he puts his arm around my shoulders. We sink down on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Well… I have detention with Longbottom for a week, I might get kicked off the Quidditch team, and banned from all non-mandatory extracurricular activities," I get a huge lump in my throat, my voice breaks and I bury my head in my lap. I can't get kicked off the Quidditch team, it's way too important too me. Besides I'm the best Seeker Gryffindor has seen since Uncle Harry. "Shhh, Rosie, doesn't cry. I won't let you get kicked off the team." Al hugs me. "And that Malfoy is a prat, don't go near him!" Al is super overprotective of me; he acts like my Dad/ PDC (Personal Defence Cousin)… it's kind of weird, maybe it's part the reason I don't get dates very often… hmmmmm I wonder why, Albus Severus Potter! Yes I'm glaring at you! "You sound like my Dad," I smile weakly as Al tries to cheer me up... "If you don't get into Gryffindor, young lady I'll disinherit you, no pressure," he mimics sending me into a giggle fit. I still can't believe Dad actually said that to me that morning. "So you're my father now?" I tease, he gives me a look of disgust. "I'm just kidding," I give him a shove. "Hey!" he exclaims pushing me back. Now you've declared war, Potter! I look at him with a deadly glare in my eyes, if only looks could kill. As soon as he sees it he jumps up and backs away. "Get back here Potter," I growl. "Never!" He shouts making people glance our way in annoyance "Sorry, sheesh," he mumbles under his breath. "Potter, I'm counting to three and if you're not here I will personally tell your mother that you got a detention last year for setting Juilet Wood's robes on fire," I say authoritatively. Haha that will do it! "Whoa, Scarlet what are you telling our Mother!" James says as he saunters down the stairs. "James, stop calling me that, A. And, B, it's none of your business." I place my hands on my hips. "What's with her?" James asks Al, as if I'm not here. "Got detention with Malfoy," He shrugs. "Ha, again! Why?" he asks Al. Seriously, still here! "Pixie incident," Al laughs "Some first years got hung by their knickers off the astronomy tower." Again, I am present, still here! They crack up. I give up throwing my hands towards the ceiling and start to walk towards the stairs. "Boys!" I exclaim exasperated. "See you later Scarlet," calls James. I swear I'm going to kill him if he says that one more time! Does anyone know where I can find a good killing curse? Oh wait there already is one! Hahahahahahah! "Oh and by the way, Quidditch practice is at Five!" calls Al.
TEAM PURPLE. THATS MY TEAM Jk. Probably team rose. I hate malfoy and I probably would hate his kids so yea.
Chapter 4 I jam my helmet over my messy curls, grab my whirlwind 360, and march out the snitch-decorated door onto the Quidditch pitch. "Oi, Rose nice of you to join us!" I hear Al yell to me from the air. "Sorry!" I yell back. I'm the last to arrive at practice; I had a bit of trouble finding my gear… I know! I'm an unorganized mess! If it wasn't for Al forcing/helping me to clean part of my dorm, I don't know what I'd do! probably live like a hoarder. I hop on my broom and take off to where our team is huddled; well you can't 'huddle' very well when you're flying on a broom. Anyway, Al was barking out our practice schedule for the week leading up to the first game of the year, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. "Weasley!" Al snaps at me. Whoa Al, did someone Quaffle you in the arse? "Yeah?" I roll my eyes at Al who lookie like he's on the verge of some kind of mental breakdown. But unfortunately this is normal. Well, for Qudditch practice anyway. Al likes to win, no sorry, I lied. Al loves to win. He's a great captain and all, he just well makes us earn out our wins… so that means long hard practices four times a week. But even for Al he looks a bit touchy. "Fifteen laps around the pitch." Wait a sec, did that number just come out of his bloody mouth! Fifteen… that guy definitely has something shoved up his arse! "I need my seeker in tip top shape for the game, and after your done with that I want to see the Wronski Feint!" Al continues, but at this point I'm really not interested in his ranting. I look around at my teammates… oh wait I forgot to introduce them to you. So obviously I'm the Seeker, our two beaters are the twins Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, Chasers are Al, James and Trevor Wood, and our keeper is Roxy. Yeah, mos of the team is related, but it keeps things very interesting. "Weasley! Are you even LISTENING to me?" I glance back at Al, his bright green eyes overflowing with fury, anger, annoyance… you pick. "Fifteen laps Al, really?" I groan... WHY? "Yes fifteen Weasley, everyone on your toes! Go!" Al exclaims, blowing a bloody plastic whistle. What is this, bootcamp? I fly my broom down to the grass, while everyone else starts drills.
Bump ditty ump... (Can Helena be in it? She's a McGonagall. Derp. She was gonna be a Potter but I changed my selves mind... Lol...)