I wrote this a while ago, and it's done, so I'll be posting about once a week on here. I'll decide a date at a later time(:

Rose Weasley sat in the sand box making small sparks of colorful light from the tips of her fingers. Her bright red hair was tucked behind her ears with a small purple clip. Her curly locks hung no longer than her chin.

"Are you a witch?" A little boy asked. He had long shaggy, white-blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. His face was slightly pointed, but his eyes were full of excitement.

"Yes," Rose giggled. "Are you a wizard?"

"Duh," he told her.

"Do you want to play with me?" she asked, timidly.

"Sure," he agreed. "What do you want to play?"

"Let's pretend we're at Hogwarts!" She exclaimed, immediately searching the ground for any sticks that looked enough like a wand.

"My Mommy and Daddy went there!" The little boy told her.

"Mine too!" she squealed, picking up two long, brown twigs and handing one to him.

"What house are you going to be in?"

"Gryffindor!" she answers, enthusiastically.

"Okay, I guess I'll be there too," he agrees, solemnly.

"Why, where do you want to be?"

"Slytherin."

"Slytherin?" she asks, disgusted.

"Yeah, got a problem with Slytherin?"

"My Daddy always says that's where the bad wizards and witches go…"

"My Daddy was in Slytherin!"

"Oh,"

"It's okay though, we'll both be in Gryffindor for now."

"Okay!" Rose face rises into a huge smile. "What class do you want to go to?"

"Defense against the dark arts," the boy answers.

"Me too!" She agrees.

"What spell should we do?"

"What are you playing?" Another little girl asks from behind them.

"Hogwarts," They both echo each other.

"What's that?" The girl asks.

"Muggle," Rose and the boy mutter.

"I'm sorry, but you can't play. You have to know what Hogwarts is," the little boy tells her, and turns back to Rose as the little girl runs off in tears.

"That was mean," she pouts.

"What was I supposed to do? We can't play with her around, we'll expose ourselves!"

"Oh yeah…" she agrees.

"Do you like Quidditch?" the little boy asks.

"My Daddy does. It's okay I guess, I've never really seen it. And I've never ridden a broom, have you?"

"My Daddy says he's going to teach me how next year. And when I go into my second year of Hogwarts, he wants me to be on the team."

"That sounds like fun, my Daddy was on the team."

"Let's play Quidditch, it's much more fun than classes!"

"Okay!" Rose agrees. And they quickly find sticks to use as fake broomsticks.

"Over there Mommy!" The little girl who had asked to play cries.

A woman comes over.

"Little boy and little girl, why won't you let this little girl play?" she asks kindly.

"Muggle!" They both say again, but this time they scream it, then run around the sandbox on their sticks.

"I'm the chaser!" Rose screams.

"I'll be the keeper!" The little boy agrees.

"Excuse me," the mother taps Rose on the shoulder. "That was very rude! Apologize!"

"No!" The boy defends.

"Where are your parents?"

"Places," he replied.

"I'd like to speak to them."

"They don't associate with muggles all that often."

"Stop saying that nonsense word!"

"It's not nonsense!"

"Little boy," she scolded with a serious tone.

"Stupefy!" Rose screamed, jumping in front of the boy, and then pulling him away.

"You know the stunning spell?" The boy asks her, shocked.

"Yep," she smiles, proud.

"Hey, do you want to come play at my manor so we don't have any muggles annoying us?"

"Sure! What's your name anyway?"

"Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy."

Rose's eyes widened. "I-I'm Rose Weasley." She stated, turning and running away.

The little boy stood stunned at the fact that he'd just been playing with his enemy. Well, kind of…