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Rose awoke to a thin, gold ribbon of light streaming in from a crack between her curtains. She smiled and took a deep breath in before smelling the pancakes, immediately jumping out of bed, and running down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.
As she ran down the stairs she was also greeted by the scent of bacon and another semi-salty smell that she guessed was hash browns or some other form of potatoes.
She ran into the kitchen and stopped a foot away from her mother, though her hair had a different plan and as Hermione turned to face her daughter, she was greeted with a face and mouthful of hair.
Hermione detangled herself from her daughter’s hair and began laughing.
“I believe your hair has a mind of its own,” she said as she gave her daughter a hug. “Morning, love. You seem to be particularly happy today.”
Rose beamed up at her mom and nodded her head. “How could I not be? I start at Hogwarts in a week and we’re going shopping for all my school stuff today. Of course I’m excited and happy and… nervous,” she trailed off, her mind wandering to a hundred different places.
“Oh, Rose. You’ll be fine. I know how nerve-wracking this can all be, believe me. I was a Muggle-born going to school in this crazy new world that I had no idea even existed until I was eleven. I can tell already that you’ll be brilliant with magic and you can always write if you need anything.”
Rose nodded and her eyes misted over as she gave her mother a half-smile. “Thanks, mum,” she whispered, and Hermione wrapped her in another hug.
“You’re welcome. Now, would you mind setting the table? And grabbing the orange juice and water from the fridge?” Hermione asked. Rose nodded, doing as her mother said before she sat down at the table and glanced around the kitchen.
She took note of the yellow walls that seemed to bring sunlight into the kitchen even when it was dark and gloomy out. The white tiled floors and the dark, stained cabinets with the white countertops. The house was the only place she’d ever known since she was little, and the thought of living somewhere else for months had begun to make her nervous lately. She wanted to make sure she would remember every detail while she was at Hogwarts.
“Rose?” Hermione said for the third time, finally snapping Rose out of her head.
“Hmm?” Rose answered, not knowing her mom had called for her several times. Hermione shot her a quizzical look but decided not to bring it up.
“Would you mind waking your father and brother? They need to get up soon or we’ll never get going,” she said as she flipped a pancake and a piece of bacon at the same time, her focus clearly on the food before her.
“Of course,” Rose said, standing up and smiling as she made her way back upstairs to wake Hugo and her father.
Rose approached her brother’s room and opened the door as quietly as she could. Hugo lay curled up at the center of his bed, looking like a tiny ball as Rose tiptoed towards him.
As soon as she was about a foot away from his bed, she pounced on the mattress and launched Hugo a good foot in the air, causing him to yell and flail his arms out. He landed face down on the mattress with a groan.
Rose began laughing, clutching her stomach as Hugo grumbled, “Shove off it, Rose.” He gave her a push and she toppled off the bed, though she never stopped laughing.
She jumped up and sat on the edge of Hugo’s bed, patting him on the head. “There, there. Come on, mum’s making breakfast and we want to get a head start on the day so we can get to Diagon Alley fairly early.”
“It’s. Too. Early,” Hugo grumbled before grabbing his pillow and putting it over his head.
“Oh no you don’t!” Rose said, pulling his pillow off and rolling Hugo towards the edge of the bed. He froze when he realized what she was about to do.
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
Thud. Hugo hit the ground and Rose ran from the room, laughing as Hugo yelled after her.
She burst into her parent’s room and ran across to the curtains before opening them as wide as she could, the sunlight bright and nearly blinding. Her father groaned from the bed and she ran over and jumped on the bed.
“Come on, daddy! Mum nearly has breakfast ready and she wants you and Hugo downstairs now. She made a lot of bacon and some delicious smelling pancakes.”
Ron took a deep breath and groaned, though a small smile played at the corner of his lips upon smelling the food his wife was cooking.
“Gimme a minute,” he mumbled, barely audible.
“If you aren’t down in the kitchen in three minutes, I’m bringing the pitcher of water.” Rose said as she skipped out of the room.
She made her way back down to the kitchen and her mom turned to her as she came in.
“What were all those thumps from upstairs?” Hermione asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Hugo wasn’t cooperating,” Rose deadpanned and Hermione rolled her eyes before turning back to the stove.
“If he’s hurt, you’ll be in trouble,” Hermione said and Rose stifled a laugh.
Right as Hermione finished her sentence, Hugo and Ron shuffled into the kitchen side by side, both yawning and sporting half-opened eyelids.
“I’m impressed, Dad. It didn’t even take you two minutes!” Rose said, smiling at her father who merely groaned in response and sat down in his chair.
There was a knock at the door and Rose jumped out of her chair before running out of the room to greet the Potters. Al stood in the back, looking as nervous as Rose felt. He gave her a smile and she returned one as best she could. They all made their way to the kitchen, Al, James, and Lily all carrying plates filled with fresh fruit and Ginny carrying a tray of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls.
“Nice hair, Rose,” Al said to Rose as he passed by her, giving her a smirk. She stuck her tongue out at him as she followed his family into the kitchen.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, though she knew the effort was futile and that the rest of her hair was probably an utter mess. Knowing it wasn’t worth fussing over, she joined her family at the breakfast table and as soon as everyone sat down, they all began to dig in, grabbing food off every plate they could reach.
August 25, 2017
This next week will be the longest week of my entire life. I start at Hogwarts in exactly one week and I couldn’t be more nervous and excited all at once. What if I completely fail? What if I can’t find a wand that works for me?
We went to Diagon Alley today and the entire time leading up to it I could hardly breathe because I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to expect and though I’d been to Diagon Alley more times than I could count, it was different this time. I was actually getting my school supplies. I would be leaving for Hogwarts and spending the next seven years of my life at Hogwarts.
Today started out like any other, though it didn’t turn out to be that way in the end. Mum made a brilliant breakfast as usual and the Potters came over so we could all go to Diagon Alley together so Al and I could get everything at once. Diagon Alley is where the real fun for the day began…
After breakfast, Rose and Lily made their way upstairs so Rose could change out of her pajamas and Al and James sat in the living room playing Wizard’s chess until Hugo came down fully dressed a few minutes later; then, the three of them made their way to the backyard. The adults sat in the kitchen, talking and waiting for the girls to get ready, knowing it wouldn’t be a quick process if Lily had anything to do with it.
The adults were surprised when within fifteen minutes of going upstairs, the girls made their way into the kitchen. Rose was wearing jeans and a nice sweater with black flats, while her hair was straight and halfway down her back.
“Well are we ready to go?” Hermione asked, standing up and looking from the girls to the rest of the adults.
“I believe so!” Ginny replied, smiling and putting her arms around the girls’ shoulders before walking them from the room, the rest of the adults trailing behind.
Harry made his way to the back door and called for the boys, who came in a few seconds later.
“We’re going to take Floo Powder to George and Angelina’s flat so we can visit with them for a bit before we head off to do all the shopping,” Harry said as soon as everyone was in the room.
Hermione took the bowl of Floo Powder down from the mantle and held it out to Lily and Rose. They both took a handful and stepped into the fire, holding hands with their free hands as they stepped into the fireplace, tossing their powder in the flame before stepping in.
“Uncle George’s flat, above Wizard’s Wheezes,” they said in perfect unison as they disappeared in a burst of green fire.
The rest of the family followed them and within a couple of minutes, the entire family was dusting themselves off and talking to George and Angelina, as well as Fred and Roxy who had just come back from Angelina’s parents’ house.
After talking for a while, the three families left the flat and made their way through the shop and out onto the streets, George catching up with them a few minutes later after letting his assistant know he was in charge for a while.
“Well, first things first; let’s get some of the stuff that isn’t so bad to carry. We should get your cauldrons and all the other supplies we can get there like your scales and phials and such. Then we can get your robes and do wands right before we do books last so we don’t have to lug those around all day,” Hermione was saying as she led the group.
The group made their way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley and made their way into the cauldron shop, where they were able to get their cauldrons as well as their scales and phials. They placed everything in their cauldrons as they made their way out of the shop and Rose and Al exchanged nervous glances, things were becoming more and more real.
The large, boisterous group stopped in one more store so that Rose and Al could get their telescopes before they all made their way to Madam Malkin’s so Rose and Al could be fitted for their robes and James could be fitted for some new ones.
They stepped through the door and Rose couldn’t help but gasp. She hadn’t been there in years and it was even bigger than she’d remembered. The inside of the store was enormous and covered from floor to ceiling with bolts of fabric.
“Hogwarts?” A voice said from next to the group, startling most of them.
“Yup!” James said, quite chipper compared to his usual mood. “Need to get resized; I actually grew a couple inches this summer.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at her son and couldn’t help but laugh.
“We’ve also got a couple first years here,” Ginny said, putting her hands on both Al and Rose’s backs and pushing them forward a foot or so.
“Very well, I’ll take them in the back to do their fittings, if you guys want, I just put in a few tables and some chairs if you’d like to wait over there,” the woman said, gesturing towards a few tables tucked away in the front corner of the store.
She then turned and walked towards the back of the store, Rose and Al hesitantly following behind her.
The woman pushed back a curtain and revealed a small room with a platform in the center and a mirror on the remaining three walls.
“Why don’t you have a seat, Rose?” the woman asked, gesturing to the chairs off to the side. “Albus, go ahead and step up onto the platform. Don’t worry, the tape will begin your measurements; now, I have to go and get the other boy who just came in,” she ran out of the room, leaving a now terrified Rose and Al behind.
“Bloody hell,” Al whispered. “How does she know our names? And I hadn’t heard anyone walk in. And… oh Merlin.”
Rose stood frozen for a few moments before walking over and taking a seat on a chair, “you better get up there, Al.”
He nodded and stood on the platform. The tape measure shot up from a small table and began measuring everything it could possibly reach on Al. He stood there, frozen, staring at Rose with eyes wide.
The curtain opened once more and there stood the woman, gesturing forward the blonde boy Al and Rose had run into in the graveyard and that Rose had seen a couple weeks ago. Rose gulped. This terrifying experience seemed as if it were about to get worse.
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