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I wake up to the blinding light of the morning sun, I hate the morning. I hear loud screeches and a beak tapping on my window. I groan, I do not want to have out of my warm, cozy bed. I throw my pillow over my head and hope the owl will go away. After five minutes the screeching I reluctantly get out of bed and open the window for the blasted owl. As I try to untie the note attached to his leg (I am assuming it is ahe, can never tell with owls) he nips my finger. I guess I can't blame him, for making him wait. But, did he have to wake me at, Ilook at the clock on my bed stand., 7:30 in the morning? Honestly, does this owl not realize it's the summer holiday?




The familiar script of the Hogwarts' magical quill adorns the parchment. I know straight away it's my book list for my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The envelope was unusually heavy this year. I reach over to the bag of owl treats on my desk and hand the Great Horned Owl one and try to give it a pat. But the owl is having none of it, and turns around and tries to nip at me again.




I open my window wide and shoo the owl out of my room. I walk over to my bed tearing open the letter and a bright silver badge falls on my lap with a big P staring at me. Oh Uncle George is going to so disappointed in me. I wince at the thought. On the other hand Mum is going break down in tears of joy and Uncle Percy is going swear it was his good influence.Ace. However, I do remember Dad saying that when he made Prefect Gram and Gramps bought him a new broom. Maybe this will not be that bad. Not that Iwant a new broom or anything...I have already let the family down by being the worst Quidditch player ever, I mean I couldn't even get on the Cannons, the worst team in the world, if I wanted. Though I have been Cannon supporter since birth. I was even brought home in a baby Cannons jersey.




I look over the book list quickly, it's fairly standard, Standard Book of Spells Grade 5, Intermediate Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, A Charming way to Charming,etc...nothing new. Iglance over the Prefect list announcing the new Prefects and Heads of Houses. I see that my lovely cousins James and Fred have not made the male Head, not that I am surprised those two have been Hogwarts biggest trouble makers since Uncle George and late Uncle Fred. I see that my favorite Potter cousin Albus has been made Gryffindor perfect as well me. I smile thinking how much we will have patrolling together. Further down the list I see some mates from Ravenclaw, Harry Benson and Ashley Winters. The Hufflepuff Prefects are Cindy Lu, and Micheal Wright. For Slytherin it is none other than my arch nemesis Scorpius Malfoy (okay not really arch nemesis, but the boy does bug me a lot. Even if he is dishy...that just makes him all the more annoying. It is my duty for the family to beat him in every subject at school and well, I can't say I always do. Oh the shame!)and Bertha Crabbe (troll of a women...)




Does this surprise me that Malfoy made Prefect? No. Does it irritate me to no end? Yes. I am mean can't I just beat him completely in one thing?The boy is just as good at in most subject as me and slaughters me in potions. He even has that whole good looking thing going for him. He is so annoying! Even though I raised to hate every fibre of every Malfoy, I never gave much thought to it. I didn't go into Hogwarts wanting to be his best mates, but no I had plans of making his life aliving hell, that is until my first flying lesson.




It was brisk fall day and we had our first flying lesson with the Slytherins. I was walking out with Al feeling rather self-confident about my flying abilities. I may have never liked Quidditch but I did know how to get a broom up (No, pun intended, come on I was 11.) When Professor Wood told us to call our brooms up, mine didn't move an inch. I called and I called, but nothing.




Malfoy leaned over and told me, “Say it with more determination, Weasley. Don't be afraid of it.”




I turned bright red and nearly shouted, “UP!” at the broom. And do you know what that blasted broom did? It went and smacked me right in the face? I couldn't be more embarrassed, until Malfoy and Al both doubled over in a fit of laughter causing the whole class start laughing me.




Then as if to add insult to injury, literally, every time I walked pass Malfoy he would shout, “Watch out, Weasley! There a broom flying towards you.” As if that wasn't bad enough, I had ablack eye for a week!




Over that coming summer I learned that my father got smacked in the head too. Sometimes I hate sharing genes with that man. The smell of sizzling bacon traveled up to my room, signaling that it was time to go downstairs for breakfast. I take a look at my self in the mirror as I pass it and I am a right dog's breakfast. My hair is fizzed out beyond belief making me look like that American Muggle comedian ( if that what you want to call him) Carrot Top. But I not to mind my appearance and I hurry down trying to beat Hugo, my younger brother, to the grub I mean who is going to see me?




My Dad is standing in front of the stove in a frilly apron making breakfast, I laugh at him under my breath. “Morning Dad,” I smile up at him. “What's for breakfast?”




“Potatoes, bacon and eggs.” He replies. “Your mother has gone down to the Muggle School in town to sign you and Hugo up for some community service something or another.” I scowl at him. “Oh Rosie, don't give me that look. You know that your Mother is only doing this for your own good. Plus it's more extra credit....”




“Like I need more extra credit, I thought that was why I was attending muggle summer school in the first place!” I argue. This is so like my mother. Perfect Hermione Granger Weasley with her perfect grades and perfect studying habits. It's not like I don't have exceptional grades at Hogwarts, ( I got all O's expect for potions which I only managed an E.) Now she wants me to exceed at Muggle School too? Can you give a girl a break.




My Dad looks at me with understanding, “Yes, it is. But you know your mother, she only wants what is best for you and Hue. “




“Dad, I understand. I just want to enjoy my summer. I want to have fun.” I tell him




He stares at me as if contemplating something, “Look, Rosie, how about this? If you go through with this whole community service stuff, I'll let you and Hugo go to that muggle music place you guys have been bugging about.”




I smile up at him excitedly, “Really?” I can't believe my ears. He is letting us go. We have been asking to go for the past 3years it has been open! “And Al? Can Al go too?”




“I don't know Rosie we will have to ask Harry and Ginny.” He scratches his head.




“Yes!Yes! Yes!” I scream. We are going!




Hugo appears in the kitchen, “What's all the yelling about?” He rubes his eyes like a little kid.




I pounce on him, “HUE, HUE, HUE!!! Dad says if we go along with Mum's new stupid plan for us-”




“Without complaint!” Dad cuts me off.




“Sure thing, without complaint.” I resume jumping up and down on Hue.“We can go to The Conservatory!”




Hue's mouth drops open, “Really?” He looks at Dad for confirmation. Dad nods. Then Hugo starts jumping up and down with me.




Dad smiles at us, “Okay kids, settle down before your mother gets home.”




We sit down at the table and Dad serves up our food. Hugo and I can't stop smiling at each other. It really is the most amazing thing. Muggle music is just so much more fun.




Just then we hear the loud “POP” of Mum apparating into the kitchen. “Morning kids,” she says while she leans down to kiss Dad.




“Mum...” Hugo moans.




“No complaining.” Dad reminds him. Hugo quickly sits up straight and smiles.




Mum finishes serving herself and sits with the rest of us. “So, kids I went down to the Muggle School today and volunteered you two to work the Carnival the last week of August. It's only a night and will earn you 50 extra credit points in Muggle Studies.” She says rather fast so we don't have time to protest. Like we would, we want to go to The Conservatory!. “What is this? No complaints from you two? Has hell frozen over?”




We both look up at Dad, he clears his throat loudly and looks at Mum nervously, “Well you see Hermione, I, uh , I told them that if they both promise to finish summer school and go along with community service, that they, could, er, go to that music, er, place they have been bugging on about. You know I could take them and such.” Way to go Dad, way to show your balls!




Mum looks taken aback, “Well,” That it we are not going. Hugo and my faces fall. No way Mum is going to let us. “I suppose it will be okay as long as you stay with them, Ronald.”




“Yes, of course.” Dad smiles at us. Wait a minute did they just say stay with us? Oh know this cannot be happening. He can't stay with us that will be so embarrassing! I give Hugo a worried look but he just shrugs.




He looks at Mum and changes the subject, “So, Mum our school letters came today.” Shit I totally forgot.




“Really?” Mum says. “We will have to give Harry and Ginny and make a trip down to Diagon Alley. I'll make it after breakfast.” She looks down at food and continues to eat.




I have to tell them now, “Uh, Mum, Dad, I uh have something to tell you.” Man I definitely got Dad's stuttering problem. They both share a worried look. I am usually the child that breaks the news to Mum and Dad that Hue has gone and broken something or has got his self in a fix again. So the looks are normal for me. Thankfully, this time it is good new instead of bad. “I got my letter this morning too, but it was a bit heavier than usual.” At this my mother perks up. “It seems, that they have placed an awfully heavy badge inside...” My Mum is grinning from ear to ear. “The poor owl...”




“Rosie,” She says in an overly sweet tone that practically screeches. “Do you mean to tell us that you made Prefect?” She looks as if she is about to burst.




I nod, both my Mum and Dad both jump up and start yelling, “YES!YES! YES!” Honestly I think Hugo and I are adopted.




I stand up to go calm them down, “Parents, Parents please calm down. I am only Prefect it's not like I made Minster of Magic.” I reason.




“But this is the first step, Rosie!” Dad says ruffling the top of my head.




“Oh Rosie, go get your letter I want to see it!” My Mum glows. Irun up the stairs to get my badge and letters. I can hear my Dad boasting downstairs.




“Yeah, I bet that stinking Malfoy kid didn't make Prefect.” Oh how little you know Dad.




“Oh Ronald, behave,” Mum tells Dad. “Oh Goodness, I am so proud of little Rosie.” She says as I walk in. I scowl I hate being called /little/Rosie. “Ronald, look it looks just like our letters.” Mum cries.




Dad takes look, “Well how about that hasn't changed at all.” He smiles at the paper, then turns back to me. “So, what will it be Rosie? Every Weasley get something big for making Prefect. Would you like an owl? A New broom stick? Name it and it's yours” He smiles widely at me.




I think for a moment what I want more than anything and it hits me,“Well Dad, I know you have an unnatural hated of cats and after Crookshanks passed away you said we could never have another cat. But I would love to have a cat of my own. I promise to take care of it and you won't even notice it's here.”




My Dad's face drops at the mention of a cat but says, “Anything for my perfect little Prefect.” With a smile.




My Mum smiles as well, she loves cats. “Well then I just floo Ginny and Harry. We can go to Diagon Alley today and buy you your kitten as well as the rest of your school supplies. Oh Rosie, I am just so proud of you.” She gushes. Hugo makes a barf face and gets smacked up side the head from Dad. “Hugo, you would do well to follow Rosie example, I don't remember you having such great marks on your last report.”




“Why do marks matter, Mum? Uncle Fred and George didn't have the best marks. And they dropped out. “ Hugo says indignantly. “And who might I ask is the most successful in the family?”




“Hugo, don't you start having cheek with your mother, if it weren't for her and marks your Uncle Harry and I would dead.” Dad said seriously. Hugo opened his mouth to say something but I gave him alook to bugger off so he turned around and slumped upstairs in a fit.“That boy, I just don't know what to do with him? Rosie she is all you Hermione, but Hugo I don't know where he came from.” Dad said to Mum and she rolled her eyes at me.




We finished breakfast without another hitch and mom magic’d the dishes clean. I ran upstairs took my shower and started to get ready for the day. When I was half dressed I heard a light knock on the door. “Come in,” I told them throwing a shirt over my head.




“Rose, darling. I made you something, I know you have been asking since you got into Hogwarts but I think you are now old enough. Here, its ahair straightening potion. Apply it to hair and you will have instant straighten hair. You'll need to reapply every 6 months but I think you enjoy it.” she smiles at me and give me a hug.




“Can you help me put it in?” I ask.




“Sure.” She smiles, clearly excited I asked.




We have a good Mum and daughter bonding moment in that bathroom and have a laugh like we did when I was younger. It was good to share that with my Mum. When the potion had finally set in my hair,I could not believe my eyes. My hair seemed to grow two extra feet and didn't look anything like my hair. I was simply amazed. I turned around and hugged my Mum, “Thank you.”




“Do you like it, Rosie?” She asked hugging me back.




“Like it bloody love it.” I nearly scream at her.




Mum looks at me disappointed with her hands on her hips, “Now Rose, I have told you not to use though words with me. I am not one of your little mates.”




“I am sorry, Mum. It was the excitement and shouldn't happen again.” I say to her.




“Let's see that it doesn't” she said. “Now run along and go show your Daddy.”




I go in search on my Dad and find him in his room putting on his shoes.“Already, Rosie? Uncle Harry and family are going to be here soon.” he said still not looking up from his shoes.




“Yea, Dad, I am all set but I would like your opinion on something.” I tell him




“What's that Rosie?” He asks finally looking up, his mouth drops open abit. Wow, if I can have a reaction like that from my Dad then I can only imagine school. I would never consider myself completely butters but hair never helped matter. I think my self-esteem just went up afew notches.




“Well Dad, whadda think?” I ask breaking the silence.




“I think you look great Rosie. Did your mom help you with the potion?” He smiles at me.




“Sure did.” I smile at him.




“Now I am even more worried about you going back to school, Hugo is going to have the beat even more blokes off of you with a stick.” He smiles.




I narrow my eyes at him, “What do you mean even more? Have you been having Hue chase blokes away from me?” I ask.




My Dad's face reds, first sign to tell he is about to lie, “Me?No. Never.”




“/Right”/I smile up at him.




My Dad stands from his bed, “Best be getting a move on before the Potters arrive.” He tells me and escapes out the door.




The Potters are my favorite part of being a Weasley and my least favorite part. My favorite part is my Aunt Ginny and best friend/cousin Albus, whom we just call Al/ Al is my best mate, we will always be there for each other no matter what. Aunt Ginny is the one person I can share anything with. She listens and doesn't judge. I love her for that. She is like a second mother to me . My least favorite would be Uncle Harry, James and Lilly. Don't get me wrong I love them to pieces but James has always seen me as a little sister and someone he can boss around. Lily takes up the role of little sister quiet well, always coping what I am wearing or doing, she has a right knack for following me around like a duck. Then there is Uncle Harry, yes, The Harry Potter himself. Do I really have to explain? It isn't bad enough that my parents are Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger, the two the helped in the defeat of the evilest wizard ever. No, my god father has to be Harry Freaking Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, and other way of saying the downfall of Lord He-Who-Must-Named.(I am not allowed to say his name, even though Mum told Dad that the taboo broken when he died. Dad still doesn't trust it.)




I walk downstairs to see the them all arriving, “Alright, Al?” I say to my favorite cousin.




“Not bad, looking good Rose. Your Mum let you finally do it?” He ask pointing to my hair.




“Just did it this morning. D'you like?” I ask him.




“I love it. Congratulations on making Prefect too, this year we are going to rule the school.” He smiles at me.




“Rosie!” My Aunt Ginny calls from the fire place after just floo in to our home. “Oh my goodness your hair, I love it! So your mother let you do it, finally.?” She ran my fingers through my hair.




“Just this morning,”I smile at her.




“Well you look just lovely!” She gives one last hug. “Was this your gift for making Prefect? We are getting Albus a new racing broom. I am so proud that you both made Prefect.” She gushed.




My cousin Lily pulled on her mum, “Mum I want to get my hair straighten too.” I roll me eyes. Lily can't just let me have one thing.




“Lily, I think you are much to young to for that.” Aunt Ginny tells her.




“Lily, I love the waves to your hair, I would kill for it but, alas, my hair was just a frizzy mess. Don't do it Lily, I love your hair. Please don't change it.”




“Do you really love it Rosie?” Lily asked with hopeful eyes.




“I do Lils.” I tell her. She gets a huge a smile on her face and Icatch her staring at her hair in the mirror over my shoulder.




“Is everybody ready to go?” My Mum said walking down the stairs.




“Yea, we are just waiting on Hue.” My dad tells my Mum giving her akiss on the cheek as she stands next to him.




“Oh that boy takes more time getting ready than Rose.” She looks at my Dad frustrated.




“Hugo get your arse down here. We are all waiting on you.” My Dad yelled up the stairs.




Hugo came down looking quite frustrated being rushed, “Merlin, Dad Iam here.”




“Don't give me any cheek Hugo or you can forget about going tonight.” My Dad warned.




Hugo quickly dropped the attitude so when are we leaving? We mustn't be late to get our school supplies. I will floo over first.” He walked over to the fire tossed his floo and yelled, “DIAGON ALLEY- WEASLEY WIZARD WEEZES!”

“Well he is certainly in a hurry all of a sudden.” Mum said and we all laughed.