"If you remember, Harry and I never did come back for our last year." "Our Rose, going into her last year of Hogwarts. The brunette pursed her lips and looked at her daughter. "Sorry, sweetheart," her mother apologised.Īs soon as they made the familiar fall through the barrier, Rose exhaled. "And this is why Hugo arrives with the Potters," Rose complained as soon as they had caught up with her. She looked at them in exasperation as Hermione Weasley refused to pass in front of the handicapped woman in front of her. She looked behind her, seeking out her parents in the crowd of commuters walking around Kings Cross Station. "Shit," she muttered as she checked her watch again. Well, there were rather two things that drove Rose Weasley to unbounded mania, but mercifully, only one of these was her current cause for agitation. There was one thing that Rose Weasley absolutely could not stand. Rating: M mainly for language, and I can't discount any funny business later onĭisclaimer: I work with only what the infallible J.K. Chapter 1: My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See or, Monday, Sad, Sad Monday
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