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It started with a little trip
Prologue:
It started when I was in my first year in Hogwarts. I was at the King's Cross Station with my family and cousins. I was so happy when my cousin James smiled at me and I got on the train. In my happiness I remembered only one thing, my father's words, "Beat Scorpius Malfoy in every subject."
With one last proud smile, I waved at my parents, uncles and aunts, then my younger cousin, Albus, took my hand and we first years followed our mentor James. It was a bad sight because after this he smiled every time we got in trouble. And the trouble followed after a few minutes.
I sat next to my older cousin's friend Thomas Brown; he was a second year too, and played with James on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor. I was the only girl in the group and maybe the most intelligent one too, so while the boys were talking about sports, I get my favorite book out and started to read. Everything was fine until we had to change into our robes, and all the boys in the cabin started to strip. Really, I knew that they thaught of like a little sister and all, but they could at least be a bit more modest or something. It was very irritating so I clap my book shut, got up from where I was sitting and got out before they started to take off their pants. Fortunately I had taken my bag with me so I could change into my robes too. On my way to a toilet to change, I meet a lot of students and teachers. Most of them knew me because of my father and Uncle Harry. It was funny how people tried to shake my hand, me the eleven year old kid, who had never ever had to fight or anything.
After I got into my robes, I headed back to the cabin to my cousins, and then it happened. If I had been watching where I was going, then I wouldn't have had to suffer until I graduated. I bump into something and fell onto my butt. Unfortunately, when I looked up, I realized that I hadn't bumped into something, but someone.
And not just anyone at that, it was Scorpius Malfoy. His shiny blond hair was perfectly brushed to the right and his steel blue eyes meet my scared puppy eyes. I sat before him and looked up. He looked agitated, because his robes were tainted with pumpkin juice. I tried to utter a sorry, but he had started to yell.
"What the hell, can't you watch where you're going!?"
I just sit there ashamed. I really didn't wanted to be in a conflict before I even arrived at Hogwarts. I stood up and tried to apologize once more, but again, I was interrupted. "Wait. You're a Weasley, right?" he snorted and cleaned his robe with magic, "My father said to be aware of your kind. But really, right on the way to school."
I think that time my face got so red, that you could probably bake an egg on it. "What do you mean by my kind?!" I yelled so loudly, all the cabin doors opened and students started to watch our argument. Before he could yell back, he saw my cousins coming, causing him to lower his voice and leaned towards me.He whispered lightly in my ear,
"This means war Weasley, see you in school!"
By the time James got to us I was already yelling after Malfoy
"You just wait Malfoy, you pure blooded git!!"
And so my first year was like hell. I studied my soul out; Malfoy was a better rival then I ever thought he could be. However on the last day of school my name was the first on the ranking board, and Malfoy's the second. Our rivalry started, we couldn't stand even a moment together. But somehow, it was fun to get up and beat that git every day. My cousins amused themselves over my pranks and my intelligence. And man was it fun to see his arrogant face when I took the lead again. So time passed, my little brother is a fourth year now and I'm prefect with Malfoy of course. My father was so proud when we got the news. My aunt and uncle were too.It made them happy that I'd been such a good kid for the past five years. But then something happened, something I'll never forget. Ever.