Rose Weasley and the Slytherin Serpent [DISCONTINUED]

The Flying Ford Angela

Hello everyone!It's me, Artsyhufflepuff and I'm back at it again with another story! This is Rose's second year (If she hasn't told you already),and the cover art for this story is shown here for a better look...excuse this horribly photo-shopped one that I did,but I spent hours on it and considering it's my first Photoshop and all the things I did I think it looks pretty good. Oh and shout out to @MidnightSmarties for making a new cover for The Other Weasley Sister, it looks awesome! Sorry to bore you all with this, so here's the first chapter!

*Rose's PoV*
   
     I think I spent more time looking through my camera lense this summer more than using my actual eyes...so I decided that I'm going to stop using my camera for the rest of the summer!      
     
    Now I know that seems like a horrible decision on my part, but I think it'll do us all some good! I can't use it while we are at Hogwarts, anyways. I caught some extremely great memories, and I can't wait to watch them when I get back home again!

    I buried the camera in the backyard, in a spot that only I (and maybe Ron) would know about.

    "So since you all can't watch what I have in store, let me catch you all up on what happened this summer."

    "Alright, there are moments with each of the Weasleys here, so bear with me. Bill came over for a visit from Egypt, and brought loads of gifts for us! It was awesome, and we learned about witches and wizards from all over Africa. Charlie invited me and Ron to stay a few days at the dragon sanctuary (which nearly made mum faint at the thought of us being so close to a dragon), but we went nevertheless. I got to ride one of the more tamer dragons that were there! Ron could've rode one too but he chickened out–"

     "Hey, it's not my fault that their skin and scales are scratchy!" Ron said.

    "They weren't in the least bit scratchy, you were just afraid to fall off! Anyways,  Percy took me to a muggle museum, and I think that we are the only two in existence who enjoyed it. Fred, George and I had our good share of pranks this summer–"

     "Pranks on me that is!"

    "Oh hush Ronald, it was only a few and be lucky that it wasn't more."

     Ron kept quiet after I glared at him.

    "Ronniekins and I here, well we've been as close as ever these past few months." He swung an arm over my shoulder, and I hugged him.

     "And not-so-little GINEVRA is so excited about her first year at Hogwa–"

    "DON'T CALL ME GINEVRA!" Ginny yelled from somewhere in the house.

    "She's also been talking nonstop about Harry. Oh Harry this, Harry that, The Boy Who Lived ,oh look at his lightning bolt! The way his black hair flops around in the wind! His emerald green eyes, the way he talks, holds a determined look about him, how only he calls me Rosie, the–"

    "ALRIGHT, alright we get the point Rose!"

    I blushed, slightly embarrassed.

    "Aaanyways, heh, mum taught me how to knit stuff, but I didn't really catch on. Speaking of Harry, he hasn't sent us any letters or hasn't replied to any of ours."

   Ron looked at me. "Do you think something's wrong? Knowing Harry, he's bound to have written us by now."

  "He did tell us about the horrible muggles he lives with." I said. "Maybe they won't let him send letters."

     "It's obvious that he isn't going to send us anything anytime soon. We need to take matters into our own hands." Ron explained. We sat for a moment and thought of things to do to reach Harry, and I guess we had the same idea because we both got up and dashed straight to Fred and George's room.