Chapter 2: Home

2. Home

'First Years please stand to the side whilst the other years enter the hall, first years to the SIDE please!' A very elderly, withered old woman shouted, with a high pitched, faintly scottish accent. As the older years bustled in to the infamous Hogwarts Great Hall, Rose, Scorpius and Albus were pushed against the old stone walls, still faintly scorched from the battle, 19 years previously. Rose recognised the woman as Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house, and the whole school, at one point, from the descriptions her parents gave; "She seems like an old bat at first, all shrill & Scottish, but she's okay after a while" "Ronald. She was perfectly fine with me always, she didn't like you or George because you caused trouble!" "Of course she liked you, you were a goody two-shoes, but it was the cheeky ones she had a soft spot for, she always liked Fred.." Her father stopped then, walking away, not wanting to show his hurt. They rarely discuss uncle Fred, unlike her Grandmother, who always tells them of the twins' brave feats.    After what seemed like an hour, the last of the older students made their way into the great hall, and Rose, who was pressed against Scorpius' torso, could breathe again. Scorpius, who had been standing rigidly against the wall, clearly uncomfortable about having Rose touching him, seemed to relax slightly.
     They were paraded through the crowd of students, an extremely pretentious act, thought Scorpius, to the front of the hall, just in front of the teachers' table, where a rickety old stool sat, with a weathered, well-worn hat on top. The old woman, who Rose told him was called Professor McGonagall, the old witch, as she was known in his house, began to call out names; "Tilly Abbot" , a small mousy girl, who, as soon as she lifted the hat, was sorted into Hufflepuff, "Zach Bruno", a huge Slytherin boy, "Riva Charleston", a Ravenclaw girl, the list goes on and on. As he began to stare at the house banners, his worries from the night before began creeping up again. I don't want to be a loser Hufflepuff, what are they anyway, or a Gryffindor, I'd be disowned, and I guess Ravenclaw would be ok, but father wouldn't like it. Then again, do I really want to be in Slytherin? He thought, watching the gruff, oafish boys, in mucus green jumpers, cheering and grunting like neanderthals, whenever someone was sorted into their house.     'Scorpius Malfoy.' .... 'Scorpius Malfoy?' .... Scorpius felt a sharp pain in his side, and snapped back into it again. 'Wah?' 'You're up!' Rose had jabbed him with her elbow, grinning cheerfully. He walked up to the stool, feeling himself getting green. He had made his decision. His father wasn't going to like it, but he wasn't going to be in Slytherin. There'd be no way Rose would ever speak to him again, and he wasn't going to ruin what could possibly be his only chance at friendship.   

"Not Slytherin eh? Well your father was in Slytherin, he was a great man, you know. Still no? right then, lets stir things up, I've not seen much happen since your father's year left, GRYFFINDOR." The hat's words were ringing in his ears. He had done it, he wasn't in Slytherin! He walked to the table proudly, but not met by loud cheers, as the others had. The hall were all shocked. A Malfoy. In Gryffindor?! Not to mention, looking happy about it?!! They soon forgot though, and he was congratulated by his new classmates, and offered a space on the creaking bench, next to a short, dark haired, Irish wizard, who was babbling quite loudly about Quidditch. “FINNEGAN BE QUIET OR MISS THE FEAST!” McGonagall boomed across the hall. A scrawny, yet quite handsome professor, in moss-green robes chuckled and whispered to the professor on his left, a slim, blonde woman, with blue robes with rather peculiar symbols on them, who smiled broadly and nodded.
     The sorting carried on, until Rose and 3 other students were left. “Weasley, Rose.” Rose trotted up to the stool happily, she already had a lot to discuss with her family, a Malfoy, getting into Gryffindor! Albus had groaned at this, he wanted to be in Gryffindor, but he didn’t want to bunk with Scorpius Malloy, or whatever his name was, he wasn’t good at retaining much information. “Gryffindor!” Her stomach flipped, she got in to Gryffindor! She ran to her cousins to a large applause, although not as large as the raucous caused by Gryffindor when Albus got sorted into it. She didn’t mind though, she was in a house with Albus AND Scorpius! Wait, what? She didn’t care about Scorpius. How could she,  he’s a pure-blood wannabe Slytherin!

Chapter 1: Those Eyes

1. Those Eyes.

"Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood." Her father's words ran through her head as she made her way through the busy train, to the compartment her cousins had occupied. Why would she marry such a snob? Scorpius Malfoy was the only first year on the platform who looked like he didn't want to be there, like he was too good for the greatest wizarding school on the planet! (it was in the world, then i remembered pigfarts ;)) She would not get along with the likes of him, she thought stubbornly, dodging a group of gossiping 3rd year Ravenclaws. She could see her cousins now, James was sat coolly in his seat, surrounded by Gryffindors, all of whom were gawping at her Uncle Harry, waving at her other cousin, Albus, who's dark head was sticking out of the window. Rose giggled and started walking faster, so she could say goodbye to her family before the train left. She was a few paces away when she bumped in to another first year. 'Sorry.' He muttered, his white blond head hung low. He was taller than her, but just as skinny, with long, lanky arms and legs. 'S'ok...you're Scorpius, right?' She replied, looking past him at her cousins, who were signalling her to come in. She smiled a little, and looked back, to be met by astonishingly bright, ice cold eyes. 'How do you know my name?' he frowned slightly, taken aback. Someone knew who he was, acknowledged him! 'Oh, my parents went to school with your parents..they, uh, they didn't exactly get along..' it was then that he realised exactly who he was talking to. 'You're a Weasley.' he looked down slightly, trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes. 'Yeah, I'm Rose. But don't worry, I won't judge you by your family, you can't choose them, right?' She smiled sweetly, trying to cheer him up. His only chance at a friend, and his family ruin it, she thought, sucks to be him. His mouth twitched a little, but his face remained neutral. The train jolted, and she desperately wanted to be back with her cousins, waving to her family, but she couldn't leave him looking so disappointed. 'Hey, why don't you come sit with me and my cousins? The other apartments are pretty much full, and they won't mind.' I hope, she added in her head. He looked up in surprise, a wannabe Gryffindor mudblood, asking him, a pureblood practical Slytherin to sit with her? 'Uh, yeah, sure, it does look cramped in the other ones.' They entered the compartment, to be met with groans and complaints from the boys. 'Ugh, why'd you let him in, he's practically a you-know-what!' 'Albus shut up, there aren't any more Death Eaters, why are you scared to say the words? Uncle Harry isn't.' With that, she remembered her family on the platform, and went to the window. Scorpius followed her, meeting his fathers eye just in time to see the disappointed look on his face. He turned and looked at Rose instead. Her Uncle Harry, "the saviour of the wizarding world" was smiling at her, with a wistful look in his eye. 'We'll be sure to write lots, to all of you!' Rose's mother and aunt shouted to them, as the train drove off. They all waved until their family was out of sight, giggling at Ron, who was waving a pumpkin pasty, which he'd managed to blag off of the trolley lady, at them. Scorpius had never experienced a family like this before.