Sorry that it takes me so long to update! I hope that I haven't lost any fans.

Rose POV

"Hey dad, can you tell us another one of those stories of when you, mum, and Uncle Harry were looking for those horcruxes?" I asked. They were awesome!

"Okay. Well once we were in this absolutely horrific house and-" He started.

"Whose house?" Hugo interrupted.

"Lean closer." My dad whispered. We all huddled together. "The Malfoy Manor."

I gasped. Horrific house? According to Scorpius his house was beautiful!

"I know! Anyways we were in the dungeon, but your mother was being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. And I demanded to their servant that he gives us some food! Meanwhile, your Uncle was holding the bars and screaming your mothers name. Finally, their servant came in and in an act of stealth and swiftness, I hexed the servant to the ground. I ran upstairs trying to tug your Uncle to his senses. I apparated us to the upstairs room. I found a knife, and expertly threw it straight to hit Bellatrix. We escaped to your Uncle Bill's house." dad grinned and leaned back. "The end." mum came in with a mixing bowl with an annoyed look on her face.

"Ronald, when will you tell the children a story that is actually true." She sighed. Hugo gaped but I just shook my head.

"Really dad? Really?" I laughed.

Scorpius POV

There was a sharp tap at the door.

"Come in." I muttered. It was my father.

"Listen Scorpius, I understand that you need Potter, and a few other cards to complete your collection, you must understand that I am on…acquaintance terms with him, it's just that, seeing the famous Harry Potter brings back bad memories." he apologized. I blinked a couple times. Than I saw my mother in the doorway. Oh.

"Listen dad, uh. It's fine, I guess." I said. My dad opened his arms awkwardly, but I shook my head. "It's okay dad."

"Scorpius hug your father!" my mother shouted from the doorway and I quickly hugged my dad. Suddenly, the same twittering owl from before came swooping in and dropped a letter in my lap. I was about to hide it when my father took it.

"You're writing to a Weasley?" he asked. He opened the letter and read it. Surprisingly, he chuckled. "This girl, Rose. She's very funny." he looked at me. "Is she your girlfriend?" my eyes widened and I felt the heat rising to my face.

"Um, no. She's just my friend. You're not mad are you?" I asked hesitantly.

"No Scorpius, I'm fine. Just don't keep secrets like this from me. It isn't polite." he said. "Oh and at the beginning of the year, I was only joking. I don't care who you're friends with." I smiled softly and nodded. He handed me the letter and left the room with my mom. My mom simply smiled at me.

Dear Scorpius,

That sucks! But sorry I don't have enough money for a rescue team. Ha, ha! But maybe I can lend you my uncle's hippogriff. Just kidding. Well, have fun in solitary confinement!

Your Friend, Rose

Dear Rose, I wrote but my mother came back inside.

"Scorpius I have to tell you something." she said. She looked almost miserable. "Ms. Parkinson is coming over. Tonight." I looked at her horrified. Ms. Parkinson was the most evil thing that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. She's always calling muggle borns the you-know-what word. She's all about blood purity. She also flirts with my dad non stop. It's disgusting. I think she's trying to get rid of my mum.

"What? But-but why?" I whined.

"Scorpius this is just as hard for me, but she's an old friend of your fathers so you have to respect her."

"Even if she doesn't respect other blood, or you?" I asked coldly, and my mother smiled a little.

"Even then." she nodded, and I groaned.

"Fine." I muttered. My mum gave me a pat on the shoulder and left the room. I decided to go on with my letter.

Well, I talked it out with my father, and guess what? No don't guess I'll tell you, I'm free! So I don't need a rescue team, or a hippogriff! Isn't that great!

So, oh yeah. My dad also found out that we're writing each other. Surprisingly he's okay with it. He asked if you were my girlfriend. Talk about embarrassing. I told him no and that we're just friends.

In other news my dads old friend from school Ms. Parkinson (or Pug Face, as I like to call her.) is going to visit. She's got to be the most evil thing that has ever crawled this earth. She's always flirting with my dad, and trying to get my mum out of the picture. She's such a cow, I hate her! Anyway, so write back.

Your friend, Scorpius.

I gave the letter to the little owl and he flew out my window.

I grabbed Rose's journal and began to read. I know I'm a snooping little prat but I'm curious.

Dear diary,

I can't stop thinking about him. I've noticed that he's really shy too. His stares are becoming more frequent, Albus is beginning to notice, so is Christy. They're questioning me and I have to give them my word that I've never uttered a word to him. It's getting frustrating.

In other news, Chris is becoming a problem. A boy from Hufflepuff came up to me to ask me a question about herbology and Chris put his arm around my shoulder and glared at the poor kid until he just walked away. I slapped him and called him a good for nothing prat. Did he learn anything from it? Of course not. I complain to Christy but she just looks at me all sympathetic like and says that 'he just likes me a lot.' Pft! Oh well!

Rose

Then the doorbell rang and I heard voices downstairs.

"Scorpius! Ms. Parkinson is here!" I heard my mum call.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I called back. I dug my face in my pillow and groaned.

Scorpius! The devil is here!