Sorry, to all of those people that read my other unfinished stories, but I just can't find any ideas for those stories, and then I had a sudden obsession with Harry Potter, and then this idea came to me, again, I apologize, and hopefully, some day, I'll find something to write in those other stories, but for now, I hope you enjoy this story :) and I do not own Harry potter
A woman with brown bushy hair and brown eyes walked through the busy and crowded streets of Diagon Alley. "Oh, Rose, where is your father?" she complained to the four year old red head girl holding her hand.
"I don't know," the little girl replied.
"I know that you don't know, oh! Ron where are you?" the woman dragged her daughter everywhere.
"Yes, Hermione?" a tall man with red hair, freckles, a long nose, and three ice cream cones said.
"Ron!" the woman turned to the man. "Where were you? I was looking for you for half an hour!" she yelled at the man.
"Sorry, dear, the ice cream parlor was crowded." the man known as Ron shrugged.
"Oh, when are you ever going to use your head?" she sighed. And then she stared at him and his three ice cream cones. She looked behind him, and started walking in circles again.
Ron stared at her "what's wrong, Hermione?" he asked her.
"Where's Hugo?"
"what do you mean by 'where's Hugo?' he's right next to me, love," Ron looked beside him to see nothing but air.
Hermione stared at him incredulously . "You lost my son?" she demanded.
"Our son, Hermione, and don't worry, I'm sure we'll find him, Diagon Alley isn't that big," he tried calming his wife down.
"A two year old is lost in Diagon Alley! To him, it would be that big!" she yelled.
"Now calm down, dear," he tried soothing her again.
Hermione let go of Rose and started looking everywhere, leaving Rose in the middle of the street, wondering where Hugo was.
"Hermione, dearest, wait!" Ron ran after his wife, thinking that the little girl was following him.
'Hugo's lost?' the little girl thought. 'I have to find him,' she said to herself. "HUGO!" she called to her little brother. "Where are you?" she walked into a wand shop and looked at the man behind the counters.
"You haven't seen a two year old boy with red hair and freckles, have you, sir?" she asked the young man, he shook his head and she walked out of the door.
"Hugo, where are you?" she called out.
Passers-by stared at the little girl, walking by herself, all alone, calling someone's name. She walked, and walked, and walked, until she ended up in front of a huge white building. She skipped up the stairs and entered the building.
"What are you doing here, little nuisance?" a goblin asked her rudely.
"Have you seen a small boy with red hair and freckles?" she asked him.
"Why should I tell you?" he retorted.
"He's my little brother, and he's lost," she explained. He glared at her. "so, have you?" she asked again, not quite understanding that the glare the goblin gave her meant that he wanted her to get out of the bank. He didn't answer and Rose skipped into the bank.
"Who are you?" a blonde boy about her age sneered. "Are you here all alone? Where are your parents?" he bombarded her with questions.
"I don't know," she answered politely, "I can't find them, and my little brother is lost,"
"Oh, how sad," he didn't look sad.
"Where are your parents?" Rose asked the boy.
"That's my dad," the blonde pointed to a tall man with blonde hair.
"Oh, well, can you help me look for my brother?"
"Why should I help you?"
"Because no one else is helping me,"
"Scorpius, let's go," the tall man called to the little boy.
"I have to leave now," the boy followed his father.
"Wait!" Rose yelled and ran to the little boy's father. "Sir, have you seen a little boy with freckles and red hair?" she asked the man.
"No, I have not, why?"
"He's my little brother I can't find him anywhere,"
"Where are your parents?"
"They're lost too,"
The man sighed and decided he should help the girl so she wouldn't keep bugging him. "Alright, I'll help you find him," he groaned. "What is your name?" the man asked her.
"Rose," she replied.
"Well, Rose, this is Scorpius," he looked at his son.
"So, Rosie, where was your brother last?" Scorpius asked Rose.
"Don't call me Rosie!" she snapped.
"Why not?" he smirked.
"Because it's annoying," she frowned.
"As you wish, Rosie," Scorpius continued smirking.
Rose growled.
"Rose, Scorpius, enough," the man said. The two little kids rolled their eyes and followed the tall man out of the bank.
After 2 hours of hopelessly searching for Hugo
"We can't find him, girl, this is where we part," the tall man, also known as Draco Malfoy said.
"Please sir, I can't find him anywhere! And I can't find my parents either," the little girl sobbed.
'What should we do with her? Her parents might be even dead. How foolish! Leaving a little girl here alone! But if I leave her, I'd be just as bad as them, I don't care abut the girl, but what would people think of me?' Draco thought.
"You can come with us, little girl," Draco invited the girl.
"Really?" her eyes widened.
"Yes, you can be like Scorpius's sister."
Scorpius and Rose stared at Draco like he was insane, then they stared at each other in disgust.
"Fine," both of them said crossing their arms over their chest.
In another place
"Oh my Ron!" Hermione screamed. "Where is my Rose!" she cried.
"It's okay dear, we'll find her, we found Hugo didn't, right?" Ron tried to calm down his wife again.
After seven years
"How do we get to the platform, dad?" Scorpius asked his father as they stood between platforms nine and ten.
"You just run through that wall," Draco pointed at a brick wall between the two platforms.
"Ok," Draco pushed his trolley and ran into the wall and onto platform nine and three quarters, where a big train was waiting for him.
"your turn, Rose," Draco looked at who was once a four year old girl, but now, an eleven year old.
Rose ran after Scorpius and they waited for Draco to come. Draco and Scorpius carried both trunks, Scorpius's and Rose's, into the train.
"Bye Dad," Scorpius hugged his father.
"Bye dad," Rose hugged Draco, too.
Both she and Scorpius climbed the train and looked for a place to sit.
"Come on, Rosie, this way," Scorpius walked across the train's aisle.
"How many times to I have to tell you to stop calling me Rosie!" Rose growled.
And then suddenly, they saw a boy, about Rose's age, with jet black hair and glasses, he stared at her with surprise "Rose?"
Voila! And this is the end of my new story! So, what do you think, is it good, bad, stupid, boring, awesome, annoying? Please review or I won't continue.
Jessie the evil authoress~