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When Rosie Weasley is eleven years old, she meets the Boy-Who-Lived, and becomes his first and best friend.
Rosalind “Rosie” Cedrella Weasley is eleven years old, with five older brothers and one younger brother. She’s also, despite the whole being the only girl thing, very overlooked in her own family.
Not in the way George is, because Fred is the more outgoing twin, so George is often pushed into the background, and the twins are usually seen as one. Fred will never know that George is her favorite out of the two of them.
Rosie Weasley is a spitefire of a girl, with bright red hair, and temper to match. She has blue eyes, somehow as cold as ice, and is the only Weasley child to have gotten them from their father. The rest, all of the boys, have their mother’s warm brown eyes.
She’s also, to Percy’s frustration, the best at Chess. She delights in it. Everyone in the family knows how to play Chess, but she’s the best at it. Had been taught by their grandfather when she turned six.
So, when she sees the lonely black haired boy in the almost empty cabin, and he shared his things with her because she eats when she’s nervous, she decided she wants him to be her friend.
She’s no Gryffindor, as the Hat tells her, but in her head, Rosalind stares the hat down and demands it put her with Harry. There is no thought of her brothers, not her mother or father, and certainly no thought of how she’s the only Weasley it took this long for, because Rosalind Weasley just wants her best friend to feel safe.
Rosie Weasley is eleven years old.
At eleven years old, she discovers that the school has a bloody Cerberus, that the boy who kind of won’t leave her alone, Hermes Granger, has a habit of forgetting he’s a wizard, and that even McGonagall makes mistakes that Rosie sees as rookie.
Because at eleven years old, Rosalind Weasley beats the supposedly unbeatable Chess board, literally gets beaten by actual giant Chess pieces, and still makes her way out of there with Harry and Hermes.
She doesn’t remember getting any credit for it, Hermes had gotten most of it for the whole potion thing, and Harry was Harry, but even Neville Longbottom got more praise than her. She’s bitter then, but now, she’s grateful. Eleven year old Rose would have taken the credit and lorded it over everyone’s heads.
Hm.
That Hermes boy was pretty cool, for all his pompous-ness. And well, Harry’s Harry, her best friend. Neville is Neville, so that’s cool.
She leaves Hogwarts with a distinctly happy feeling in her chest, despite the still healing bruises and the lack of promise of letters from Hermes.
———————-
Rosie Weasley is twelve, and she persuades her older brothers to help her get Harry away from his muggle keepers, because while she doesn’t know a lot of how Muggle families work, she does know that they don’t starve their children, or put bars on their windows, and lock up their pets and don’t let them have friends.
Her brothers, Fred and George, actually agree, and Rosie says she’ll take all the blame because Harry is her best friend.
Now, she doesn’t get the whole Muggle process of getting arrested, because what the hell is a telephone, and how does it work? But if she did, she would call whatever those Muggle Aurors are called, because she’s pretty sure whatever is happening to Harry is illegal.
But they get him out, and Rosie takes all the blame because at this point, Harry is her brother, and she’s punished. There is a huge screaming match because Wynn doesn’t feel like that worth punishing, but Rosie doesn’t care.
Harry sleeps in her room, because despite their protests, the family caves when Rosie stubbornly declares that Harry is her best friend, and he only feels safe with her near him, out of all of them. The little black haired boy nods nervously against the attention of a few redhead teenagers, two redhead adults, and a redhead pre-teen.
Rosie is bigger than him, and finds it easier to protect Harry.
She’s twelve years old, and missed the train for Hogwarts, and drives her father’s car, because she can’t just miss the year.
However, the headmaster decided Whomping Willows were a good addition to campus. And Charlie’s wand breaks, and Rosie is so upset the air chills and Harry’s hair is messed up because of how the wind picked up.
They do make it though, even though Rosie is embarrassed in front of the entire school, but Malfoy hadn’t stolen a car a twelve, had he? That’s what she thought. The ferret of a boy only had his dad’s name to fall on.
Had she upset Hermes? Maybe. But later, when confronted with Malfoy and his goons, there’s a glare on her face that makes Malfoy hesitate before he throw that word straight into Hermes’ face. Now, neither Harry nor Hermes know what the word means, but Rosie is so offended on Hermes’ behalf that she tries to curse Malfoy, and does actually punch him, even as slugs crawl up her throat.
She does spend the next few days puking up slugs, but seeing the bruise on Malfoy’s face because no one believes Rosie had thrown the punch was amazing.
It’s Wynn’s first year at Hogwarts, and he’s got a weird journal, and he’s distant from her. He is then kidnapped by a Giant Snake, and Rosalind orders her friends to help rescue her brother, and they all agree because a genuinely angry Rosie is a scary Rosie.
Also, Scabbers is acting weird. Now, Rosie doesn’t exactly hate the rat, but something about him is off.
Not to mention, the twins had told her about a Wormtail that had been following her for her two years at school, but no one is following her, so to hell with it. She stops bringing Scabbers around with her, locks him in his cage and tells him to stay put and leave her alone, stupid worm.
She loves her family, really, but they have no idea about what she’s actually ever wanted. She never wanted a pet. The owl at home was enough, despite being old.
She goes into the bloody fucking Forbidden Forest, her brother’s broken wand and Harry by her side. She’s terrified of spiders, so it’s her worst nightmare, but she does it anyways.
Also Lockhart? Total ass. He’s terrible at his job, and spends his time trying to flirt with teenage girls. And Rose. Which is weird. She hates it. Apparently, so does Hermes.
She does, however, use her very broken wand to injure Lockhart after it backfires on him. All in a day’s work.
Also, Harry is the Slytherin heir. Which makes sense, she supposes. Harry had told her that he asked the Hat not to be in Slytherin, and while Rose knew she was no Gryffindor, she also wouldn’t want to risk being disowned because she was sorted into Slytherin. At best, she would have been a Hufflepuff.
Hermes is petrified, which Rose cannot simply stand for, because yes, she is thirteen now, and can freely admit that she may or may not like Hermes Granger.
Kicking snake ass has never been more satisfying.
———————-
She is thirteen, and her first experience with a telephone is the worst.
Apparently, yelling does not make them work better. Also, Vernon Dursley? An ass. She hates him. She hopes he dies alone and miserable.
Wow. She’s an ass, isn’t she? But Vernon deserves it.
It’s their third year at Hogwarts, and a literal wanted murderer, the man who killed Harry’s parents, breaks out. So of course, the best option is to have the literal death ghosts protect the school. Because that’s never backfired before. At all.
At least Percy is Head Boy now. Good for him.
Also, Harry blew up his aunt. Not Petunia, but Vernon’s nasty sister.
Hermes gets a cat, which is cool, because the cat hates Scabbers about as much as she does. And Scabbers hates Crookshanks right back.
Escaped Azkaban prisoner? Literal wanted murderer? His name is Sirius Black. Which means Rose is related to him. And he’s after her best friend. She simply cannot let that happen. He’d have to kill her.
Remus Lupin and Hagrid start teaching at Hogwarts, though. She has heard very little of Prof. Lupin, but Hagrid is nice, so it doesn’t matter to her.
Malfoy continues to be a whiny prick. Stupid ferret.
Prof. Lupin does something with Boggarts. Spiders are terrifying, thank you, Fred and George, for traumatizing your three year old sister. She’s more afraid of spiders than most people are of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Also, Neville is afraid of Snape. Figures.
Evolet Brown’s bunny is killed, which the boy takes as proof that Prof. Trelawney is actually a medium. Rose, personally, thinks Evolet is stupid for believing these things. Apparently, so does Hermes.
So. Sirius Black is after Scabbers. Which means, by proxy, Sirius Black is after her. It’s terrifying. Rose has never wanted to cry more in her life.
Hogsmeade is fun, though. After Harry sneaks out with the help of the twins’ “Marauders’ Map” or whatever the thing is called. That’s what George calls it, so Rose doesn’t really care.
Also, Harry has terrible luck. Dementors actually hate him, she thinks. At least Prof. Lupin taught him that spell.
Fucking Black.
She literally wakes up to him leering over her bed. It’s terrifying. She screams her lungs out.
How did he even get into the girls’ dorm anyway?
He is also the greasiest man she has ever seen in her life.
Then, of course, Rose is kidnapped. By a dog, of all things. A dog! Who is actually Sirius Black. Because of course. She can’t have a break now, can she?
At least she actually tells Black that if he wants Harry, he’ll have to kill her, broken leg or not. Staring your almost certain death in the face is a lot less scarier than she thought.
Well. Sirius doesn’t want to kill her. Or Harry. In actuality, he’s Harry’s godfather. His dad’s best friend. As is Prof. Lupin.
Also Scabbers? Not a rat. That is a literal man. Peter fucking Pettigrew. This thing has watched her change. So not only is he a murderer, he is also a pervert.
Man. She hates rats.
So Lupin is a werewolf. Isn’t that fun. Oh, and look at that. They lost Pettigrew.
At least Buckbeak is back. And Sirius fucking leaves Hogwarts.
Percy graduates, which good for him. And then Lupin resigns, because he is a werewolf, and is thus a “danger” to the students.
Rose thinks that’s bullshit.
Going home is the worst. She actually has to break the news to her family that the rat is a man, a murderer, and a pervert. Percy wants to murder him.
———————-
Ah, fourth year. The year of what the hell is my life anymore.
Rose is fourteen, and the world seems wrong. Again.
Two people are giving murdered in the span of like two weeks.
Rose invites Harry along to see the Quidditch Cup, where she is yet again reminded that Harry is a Potter. And a Black. And literally rich. And also, a good friend.
Watching Viktor Krum is action is amazing. And yes, she is a girl, and yes, she finds him hot. Just not her type. She likes nerds more than jocks.
Anyways. Apparently, Hermes is all for House Elf rights, which is cool. Dobby’s chill for having almost gotten Rose expelled in her second year.
Okay, welcoming feast, new first years, the squid is actually cool? Great. Anyways, the Triwizard Tournament is soon.
Also Malfoy? Literal ferret now. Thank you, Mad-Eye Moody. Which, by the way, is a great name.
Although the new Professor is more interested in the Unforgivables. Which is slightly terrifying, but hey, she’s faced down the Dark Lord maybe twice already, so she’ll be fine. Maybe. Probably not.
Those schools pull up to Hogwarts for the Tournament. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Fleur is beautiful. Viktor is hot. Cedric is Cedric, what else is new?
Apparently, a second Hogwarts champion. Fucking Harry and his terrible way of luck.
Rita Skeeter is an ass. Tries to make it seem like she and Harry are dating. Even though, with tensions high and shit, Rose hasn’t talked to Harry in a while.
So Harry’s badass. Nothing else is new.
House Elves are weird. There’s nothing wrong with them, but she doesn’t like looking at their faces. They look miserable working, except for Dobby and Winky, who now work at Hogwarts. Isn’t that nice?
Okay, Yule Ball. She has an ugly dress. It doesn’t fit. But it’s a nice red. And also, Viktor Krum is her date.
An approach of Hey, you’re lonely, I’m lonely, let’s be lonely together while we either pine or want to drink something.
Ah. Friendship at it’s finest.
Okay, Hagrid is half-giant, which is cool. What’s not cool is that Skeeter is a dick. That bitch.
What is also not cool is that she is strapped to the ground. Under water. With merpeople. And has two whole guys fighting over who’s she is to save. Two guys that she is very much not interested in.
One, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, her brother in all but blood. Two, Viktor Krum, young Seeker, her date to the Yule Ball.
She’s also pretty sure that having only three people to save when there are four contestants shouldn’t be allowed. Nor should it be allowed that a little girl is held captive. Aka, away from the safety of her sister.
Anyways, Harry saves her life, Viktor gets the little girl. Cedric got…Rose forgot her name, sue her.
Upon getting out of the water, Hermes is at her side, and they cry together, as Fred and George collapse around her and hold her.
Also, Skeeter publishes something about how she’s basically Harry’s whore. Which, Ew. Fucking gross. Apparently, everyone thinks so.
Rose refuses to get embarrassed. Fuck that reporter.
Hogsmeade and meeting up with wanted criminals. How her weekends have changed.
Barty Crouch Sr. is probably dead. Also, poor Viktor.
Okay, end of term exams are shit, and being exempt from them is unfair.
And, Cedric Diggory is dead. For fuck’s sake. And Voldemort is alive and Rose wants to die. And Moody is actually Barty Crouch Jr. Is it too much to ask for a normal year? At all? And now Crouch Jr. is basically dead.
After all that, she’s approached by Viktor. Which is odd. They had agreed to leave each alone to stop those rumors. Except it’s not Viktor, and when Rose passes out, the last thing she sees is a shit-eating grin.
Waking up to Viktor Krum huddling in the corner away from her very much naked body is fucking wack. Apparently, Viktor’s buddies decided he needed to get laid. With his date. Who is fifteen.
Fucking Durmstrang.
Anyways, Neville, Harry, Hermes, Fred, and George are all waiting for her back at Gryffindor’s dorm. She is far too embarrassed to tell them anything.
Going home leads to Rose wanting to cry. What the hell is wrong with her life. She wants to die, now, but not actually.
Fucking Voldemort.
———————-
Okay look, Rose loves Harry. He’s basically her brother, and yes, she can see the whole thing with Wynn that he has going on. So what? She’d actually have Harry as a brother then.
So she’s Prefect now. And Quidditch player. And also, Malfoy cannot stop teasing her.
I mean, Weasley is our Queen? Really? Please.
Anyways, No 12 Grimmauld Place is…comfortable. She likes it a whole lot better than the Dursley’s place.
Okay, new DADA teacher, Prof. Umbridge. She’s a bitch.
Bitch with a capital B. Like Bitch Bitch.
She gives Harry detention for a week. For what? Rose couldn’t tell you.
Okay. For fuck’s same, DADA teachers need lives. Umbridge has made it her mission to apparently hate Harry and Hermes. Which, stupid.
Well. She’s Keeper now. And Malfoy won’t stop singing that stupid song, and Rose has never wanted to kill a man more in her life.
Dumbledore’s Army. Stupid name, but they are fifteen, so Rose sees no fault in it. They want to basically overthrown Umbridge, which Rose gets behind 100%.
So. Now she can’t hang out with Harry normally. Can’t even be near her brothers without getting yelled at.
Of course. Now that’s she’s involved with Harry, her family can’t catch a break. Her dad gets attacked by a snake.
What the hell is with her family and snakes? What’s the point? She’s never had a bad experience with snakes, so is it just Wynn and Arthur? Weird.
Anyways, hospitals are weird. Seeing her dad in one is the worst, she thinks.
Lockhart is still affected by his memory charm gone wrong, because not only was it someone else’s wand, it was also broken to boot.
Everyone has heard of the Longbottoms. Neville’s parents. The ones who had given their all to protect their son. Those Longbottoms. Except Harry and Hermes. As Neville explains, Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured them to insanity, where they were then enrolled into St. Mungo’s and Neville had to live with his Gran.
Also, Snape and Sirius? Hilarious pair when they aren’t fighting. They just sit around, awkward as hell.
A mass breakout at Azkaban. A mass breakout that includes one Bellatrix Lestrange. A mass breakout that is blamed on Sirius. It sends poor Neville into a panic, and it’s all Rose can do to sit next to him and try her best to comfort him.
And Harry goes on a date. And gets an interview. And is sacked from Quidditch. So are her brothers. Not in that particular order.
For some reason, even though Rose is a nervous wreck, she’s kept as the Keeper. Wynn says it’s because the Captain knows she’s got it in her. Rose disagrees.
Trelawney is sacked, poor lady. Umbridge tries to kick her out, but Dumbledore does something with his life and doesn’t let her. Also, now they have a new Divination teacher.
And someone squeals about the D.A. Fucking Snitch. Dumbledore takes the fall and makes possibly the most dramatic exit Rose has ever seen in her life.
So Umbridge is now the Headmistress. Terrifying.
Everyone revolts, but taking the cake are her brothers, who set off fireworks and fly the hell out of dodge. And the teachers celebrate about as much as the kids.
And, of course, they announced their new shop, Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. Rose, personally, thought the way they did it was the best way.
Against Ravenclaw, Rose certainly proves her Quidditch prowess. Gryffindors take the song Malfoy made and turned it into their own, and now, hearing it made her proud of herself. Wynn and Angelina were certainly correct about her skills.
Well, after that there are their O.W.L.s, in which Umbridge sacks Hagrid, stuns McGonagall and sends her to St. Mungo’s.
Okay, Harry has visions. He hates mentioning them, but he’s always told Rose about them. After some stalling, Harry, Rose, Neville, Hermes, Luna, and Wynn get to the Ministry for Sirius.
Also, apparently, Umbridge is kidnapped by Centaurs. Rose nearly has a conniption from how hard she’s laughing.
Fights are probably Rose’s least and most favorite thing. Least, because against some of the Ministry, she’s hit with a spell and then attacked by literal brains. Her scars are unsightly, in her opinion. And, of course, Sirius is dead.
Upon Dumbledore’s return, Harry rages all his feelings out, and later informs Rose and Hermes, drained of all feelings except sadness and relying on his best friends, that he’s going to have to die.
Dating, by the way, is weird. Evolet Brown is cute, and she feels bad about what’s going on, because she does genuinely like him, but not in the way he’d hoped. Not anymore, at least. She had figured Hermes was a lost cause, and so had given up and said yes when Evolet asked her out.
Which yeah, sucks, but she doesn’t know how to do anything about that. Breaking it off wouldn’t work, she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings, and he’s affectionate. She’s…not the biggest fan of that.
Harry’s said just break it off, and Hermes resolutely refused to speak about Evolet with her. Which is confusing, because she’s certain Hermes doesn’t feel the same way as her.
Whatever though. She’s got bigger things to worry about.
———————-
In her sixth year, Rose decides this entire world is stupid and she wants to die. Or cry. Or both, honestly.
With the whole ‘Is Malfoy a Death Eater or Not?’ Thing, where Harry is firm in his belief that Malfoy is, and Hermes denying it for reasons Rose can’t find herself to care for.
And the Voldemort thing. And the war thing. And the Ministry falling because of course it does. The guy who took after Fudge was swamped, poor bugger.
Dumbledore destroys one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. Rose, personally, is ready to start crying now.
He also faces the brunt force of Harry’s trust issues. Trust issues that he caused.
Rose is sixteen? Seventeen? She’s lost track, because y’know, war. Harry is turning sixteen, though, which good for him.
Anyways. The twins’ shop is booming, even in the war, and they have hexes in place to go against most Death Eaters.
And the Half-Blood Prince thing they have going on.
Actually, now that she thought of it, wasn’t Voldemort a half-blood? Weird.
Well, Harry is captain of the team now. And Hermes hates McLaggen, for reasons Rose does not care to figure out. Hermes is weird like that. In a good way. She thinks.
Oh! And Harry is taking private lessons with Dumbledore.
And Evolet breaks up with her. Because she spends time with Hermes and Harry. Ah, the possessive ways of first time relationships.
Slughorn throws a party, Harry brings Luna, even though Wynn is a perfectly good option, and Hermes brings some no name. Rose decided that Neville is a good option.
Anyways, there’s something completely wrong with Percy now that he working with the Ministry. Rose loves her brothers, all of them, but really? The Ministry? She thought he was better than that.
She doesn’t think that love extends to her other brothers. And yes, Rose is spiteful and mean and ugly and all of those things, but she does love her family.
Also, Apparition is probably her worst now. At least she didn’t Splinch herself like poor Susan.
And her birthday. Which means she’s now seventeen, she thinks. The wristwatch is cool.
Fleur and Bill are dating, which is cool. Fleur’s hot, sue her for not agreeing with her mom on the whole ‘Fleur seduced her brother’ thing because she knows Fleur. Kept in touch with her after the tournament. Also, there isn’t anything for Fleur to seduce. Bill had been smitten from day one.
Turns out, Hermes was right about McLaggen. As usual. Cracked Harry’s skull open with a Beater’s bat, he did. Lost them the game.
Rose then threatened him, and punched him a little. Maybe she broke something. Maybe that’s why he was out of commission for the rest of the season.
Okay, so Regulus Black was only eighteen when he fucking died. Which doesn’t spell trouble for poor Rose at all. Nope. It’s not like she’s best friends with the most sought after boy in the Wizarding World. And also related to Regulus Black. Nope. Not at all.
And Aragog? The spider Rose is so afraid of he’s literally her Boggart? The spider who scares her more than bloody fucking Voldemort? He’s dead now. Shame. Real polite, if terrifying.
Harry almost murders Draco, by the way. Which, yikes, thank god for Snape, which is a weird sentence from Rose Weasley of all people. Her best compliment for him is “…Thanks.” And that’s not even a compliment.
They win the Quidditch cup! Harry and Wynn kiss, finally, which is not the typical older sibling reaction one, because Rose knew this bullshit was coming, and two, she knows they’ll last long, so Harry will be her brother. They’re dating now.
Tonks and Lupin get married. Cool. And there’s a baby in there somewhere.
And then Dumbledore and Harry go…somewhere. Harry didn’t tell her. Which, eh, Harry’s allowed his secrets.
Anyway, Snape’s a bastard, is the Half-Blood Prince, because of course, and also Draco is a Death Eater. Kind of. She thinks. She doesn’t know.
Well, poor Bill’s attacked by a werewolf, and while not becoming a werewolf himself, he now wanted meat. Raw meat. Which disgusted him. At least Fleur still loved him, scars and all.
Anyways, Dumbledore fucking dies. She doesn’t know who killed him, Draco or Snape or literally anyone. Harry wouldn’t tell her. She thinks it was Snape though, cause he runs away from Harry and flees with the Death Eater. And McGonagall is the new Headmistress, which fuck yeah.
Anyways, then Harry breaks up with Wynn. For protection, he tells her and Hermes later. Rose thinks it’s bullshit, but Wynn is her brother first, and Harry is her best friend second, so she deals with it.
They leave to find those damn Horcruxes, but there’s big mistakes made, mostly on Rose’s part.
She is…not the nicest when faced with her own insecurities being shoved into her ears by a fucking amulet.
Also Splinching? Fucking hurts. It’s like someone bit a chunk out of her arm and then kept going. And then stabbed her. And burned it. And then killed her. Susan’s reaction now made a lot more sense.
Anyways, she says things. Things that aren’t very nice. Hurts Harry’s feelings, which sucks. She feels horrible, now that she wasn’t influenced by that damn necklace.
Rose had expected anger, outrage, all of that. She had not quite expected Hermes to punch her, and as it seemed, neither did he. Hermes wasn’t very strong, at least not as strong as Rose, but the surprise had tipped her off balance, so now she sat, cradling her cheek and staring at him in shock.
Even Harry, known for quite literally jumping to her defense in most situations, seemed genuinely shocked still, staring at Hermes’ still outstretched arm in shock, even as Hermes’ eyes are trained on Rose.
He’s immediately next to her, apologies falling from his lips as he casted a healing spell on her cheek, even when there isn’t a bruise going to form.
Rose, personally, is just staring at him. He’s very pretty, she had noted. Prettier than her, she thinks. Even with his buck teeth and bushy hair, she liked how he looks.
She accepts his apologies, repeatedly telling him that it’s okay, and it doesn’t even hurt. Hermes still looks extremely regretful.
Harry, for a while, finds his way between the two.
The Deluminator she carries, the one Dumbledore had left her, feels heavy in her pocket. Having guided her back to her friends, she feels almost in debt to the spirit of her Headmaster.
Getting through with those Horcruxes, learning more about the unfortunate younger brother of Sirius Black, all of that. It’s odd.
Listening to Lestrange torture Hermes is torture enough. She had begged, screamed for Lestrange to torture her instead, she could handle it, and still yet, the woman had laughed. Rose’s mom killing her brought a rush a good emotions, and Hermes’ form is solid beneath her hands. Yes, she thinks, hands enclosed around Hermes’. She loves this boy.
Defeating Voldemort brings a rush she didn’t know she had.
Against the snake, Nigini, that had taken her father and younger brother, threatens her and Hermes, she’s brave.
If, when looking for an escape, she pushes Hermes behind her, a mouthed run as she casts an Unforgivable on the snake. As she wordlessly cast the Killing Curse on a Horcrux. As Neville saves her and Hermes, and they collapse into each other, finally at peace with their feelings for one another.
She has to save Fred’s life, Harry had told her that without intervention, Fred would die.
She gets to him first. She saves him. Her family is whole.
Anyways, yada yada, Harry’s dead and then he’s not—long story—Wynn and Harry get back together, Fleur and Bill are married now, all that.
Also, she and Hermes are dating now. She is very flattered he likes her that much.
———————-
A few years later, about six, she hands Wynn and Harry their son and daughter to name, and grins at her brother and his husband, as they give him the name Neville Remus and give their daughter the name Lily Ruby. They had another son, a James Sirius.
Percy and Audrey, his wife, had Molly II and Lucy. Bill and Fleur had Victoire, Dominique, and Louis. Charlie remained single, because of course he did. Fred got married to Lee, and had their kid, again with Rose acting as surrogate, who they named Arthur II. George and Angelina had Roxanne and Fred II, in respect to the fact that Fred almost lost his life. Finally, Rose and Hermes had their own children.
Ophelia and Hugo Granger-Weasley.
Rose had loved them both upon sight, but as soon as Hugo was old enough to walk, she had told her husband they were stopping at two. She loves children, but the family was big enough.
Really, she was glad Hermes agreed. Apparently, he’d been horrified that she would want more, after surrogating for Wynn and Harry twice, once with James and the second with the twins, and for Fred and Lee, for Arthur.
She’s totally into the whole Minister thing Hermes had going on for a little while, but that neither here nor there. Nor is it anything that anyone needed to know.
Anyways, they’re all happy, thank god, Voldy’s dead, the Weasley family is bigger and better than ever. All of that, really. Which is great. Woo. Okay, they’re done here.
Rose just stared down at the group of rounded children in front of her, sighing. Six whole years at Hogwarts for a dozen kids listening to it like a story.
She then ushered them out of her room and tried to fall asleep. Fuck that school, fuck this family too, in the nicest way she can say, because they’re her family, obviously.
She hoped her siblings would also stop bothering her for a while. She had a life outside of these children, and a job that she got home from a whole hour ago.
Hermes collapsed into bed next to her, and together they fell asleep.