"Daddy!" Eight-year-old Rose Weasley bounded into her parents' room and jumped on her father's snoring figure. He jerked awake and stared at Rose sleepily. "Rosie? What's the matter? Are you hurt?" He said dazedly.

Rose laughed. "No! But I found this book, and you're in it, and Mummy's in it, and Uncle Harry's in it, and Aunt Ginny, and a bunch of other people and this boy who blew something up and it's really exciting you've got to come see!" She exclaimed, bouncing on his legs.

Ron laughed and lifted Rose off the bed. "Shh." He said. "We don't want to wake your mother up." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. "Okay Rosie. If it's really that important to you, I'm coming. But I don't know why you were awake and even snooping around at ridiculous o' clock." They padded out of the room, hand in hand.

She led them up to the dusty attic, where she plopped herself down on the ground and picked up a dusty book. He showed it to him. "Is this one of Mummy's books? I haven't seen it before." Ron took a closer look at the title.

SNAPSHOTS- AN ERA OF PHOTOGRAPHS – IN MEMORY OF COLIN CREEVEY

BY DENNIS CREEVEY

He shook his head. "I'm not so sure what exactly this is. I haven't seen it before. But you know what your mum's like. She probably bought it and forgot all about it because of all the other hundreds and millions of books she has."

Rose laughed and opened the book. Ron felt his heart sink with nostalgia. These photos were from his second year, taken by none other than the annoying Colin Creevey. There was Harry, with his flyway hair and unmistakable scar. Himself, with freckles on his long nose and a broken wand. And Hermione, Merlin, he'd have to show this to her. Even in all of her bushy-hairness and buck-toothedness and geeky twelve-year-oldness, she looked adorable. Dean with his Muggle football posters, Seamus blowing something else up, Neville trying to catch his toad, Trelawney and her teacups, Snape's sour sneer, Ginny laughing with Fred and George, it was too much emotion for him, as much as Hermione had said that all his emotions would only fill a teaspoon.

As he flicked through the pages, the people got older, and Rose seemed particularly interested in him and Hermione, laughing, joking, or just staring at each other. Ron had figured that Colin must have been a stalker or something to have gotten all these pictures. When he asked her why, she smiled. "Well, you two just seem so in love. And I wonder if I'd ever love someone that much."

Ron grinned. "Of course you'll find love, Rosie. Your soulmate is waiting for you out there, probably thinking the same thing." She turned pink and ducked her head to cover her face with her massive amount of frizzy red hair.

"Really? Because it's impossible to ever love like you and Mummy. You would do anything for each other, I know. You are each other's world!"

It was Ron's turn to blush, and he pulled Rose in for a hug as he nodded. She looked thoughtful and spoke again. "Actually, scratch that. I know I've already found someone I'll love more than anyone else." And she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "You."