Always a dream

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Potter universe, nor the second generation. This is mearly my own ponderings. The real work came from the wonderful J.K Rowling

OOC: This will be my first story, which I've sort of been planning for ages, so be nice. Please?

MORNING ALWAYS COMES TOO SOON

Rose wasn't nervous. NO. Not at all. Nuhuh. She just hadn't slept at all last night, but that was common with uhm...sleep insomnia. She looked around her room with its blue walls and star painted ceiling. Her case trunk sat ontop of her wash basket, mocking her nerves. She sat up nervously and got out of bed, interlocking her fingers repeatedly on impulse, as she looked at the uniform hanging on her wardrobe.

Okay. She was nervous. Really nervous.

She chewed her lip for another minute and looked at the clock. 6am. She could hear her mother clattering around the kitchen and gentle snores from her father in the room next door. Evidently her mum was as nervous as her, or she wouldn't be up for an hour. At least.

Rose hung back at the top of the stairs, debating whether or not to go down

She couldn't do it, she felt unclean and she walked back into the room, slamming the door shut. Rose sighed as she looked in the mirror at her jeans and t-shirt and in that second felt really small and insecure, she turned around and kicked her case, knocking the photo of her and Albus as littlie's to the ground. Oooh she sighed, reverently she picked it up and dusted them off, but the two figures sulked and walked off. Typical magic, Rose thought glumly before finally looking out of the window. She looked out onto their long garden that was about 20 minutes walk away from the Potter's home, and saw hers and Albus's tree that they climbed all-the-time.

Nervously she pulled open the door and saw her brother ear to her door, she glared at him push off short fry she snapped, pushing him over nastily. She walked back downstairs. She was actually going to get there this time.

She walked into their kitchen, and saw her mum busily putting out bowls and nursing a cup of tea, "Muuuuuuum" she whined, running over to her mother and clinging to her waist, I don't want tooo goooo!

Hermione prised her daughter off her and knelt down, "Rose, I promise you, it'll be fine, you'll love it, I was so nervous when I first went and I loved it" she smiled supportingly at her young red hed, "go and sit down sweet heart" she said, leading her to the table before turning "Ronald Weasley, get down here NOW!"