Disclaimer: As much as I wish Scorpius Malfoy belonged to me--Oh, how I wish!--he does not. In fact, none of this does, save the plot.

Warnings for this chapter: Very slight slash(boy/boy)

1. Al's first memory of Hogwarts.

As Albus Severus Potter sat on the Hogwarts Express for the very first time, he tried to tune out the chattering of his family around him. James, his older brother, was making a strange face at a girl that Albus didn't recognize, and Albus assumed that he was trying to imitate a particularly great face their…well, their Teddy made. It wasn't working, and the girl didn't look very impressed. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and turned to Albus.

"Wow!" she said, letting out a girlish giggle, "You do look just like your father! Tell me, what's it like having the-boy-who-lived as your father?"

"Look, I don't know who you are, and since you only want to talk to me to learn about my father, or whatever, I really couldn't care less. If you really want to hear about the Great Harry Potter, then why don't you turn you attention back to Jamesie," said Albus. It wasn't that he resented his father, really, it was just that he wanted to be Al, not Harry Potter's son. The worst part of it was, not only was he named after two great war heroes, but he also looked just like his father, with stupid emerald eyes, and perpetually messy black hair. At least James and Lily, with their bright orange hair, weren't recognized immediately.

James looked over at the girl and a panicked expression came onto his face. He shook his head violently at Al and mouthed Nononono!, but it was too late. The girl had already turned back to him. Albus smirked, before leaping off the seat and heading out into the corridor. He loved his family, truly, but it was awfully hard to be normal around them. James had already taken the rowdy, trouble maker persona; Fred was the brilliant one--well, when it came to pranks; Roxanne was the shy quiet one; Rose was the genius; Victoire and Dominique were the ones who everyone fawned over--girls and guys alike; and there was even Lucy, with her innocent charm.

What was left for Al?

2. Scorpius's first memory of Hogwarts.

From the moment Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy set foot on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, he could tell that his school years weren't exactly going to be great.

Every single person, without fail, gave him an equally malicious look, and he heard more than one muttered "death eater." For once, he was actually glad that his mother had forced him to grow his hair out. He'd thought she was crazy when she'd said that people were going to judge him on his parents. How naïve.

As Scorpius looked for a compartment to sit in, he ran into a fifth year with a gleaming prefect badge pinned to her robes. He apologized, and gave her a smile, but she still looked at him like he was some filth on the bottom of her shoes. He bit his lip, trying his hardest not to cry, and hurried past her.

Finally, after being rejected four times, he found a compartment with only two fourth years. They'd said he could sit there, as long as he didn't bother them.

Scorpius nodded, sitting down and leaning his head against the cool glass of the window next to him. He was drifting off when he heard giggles coming from next to him. He opened his eyes sleepily, only to see a wand pointed at his face. That woke him up, but not quickly enough, it would seem, as after a muttered spell, a gooey pink fluid splattered messily onto him, soaking him down to the bone.

The two girls from before, and a few more were staring at him with wicked grins on their faces. As Scorpius stared back at them, pricks of pressure pushed against the back of his eyes, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold the tears back any longer.

After fleeing from the compartment, Scorpius made it only a few feet before bursting into tears and dropping to the floor. His sobs overwhelmed his tiny body, and it took several minutes for him to even be able to form a coherent thought.

Finally, when the sobs slowed, and he felt like he could stand up without dropping back to his knees, Scorpius stood up, and took a few shaky steps down the corridor. He'd made it past a few doors, when one of the compartments opened up, and a boy with unruly black hair walked out. The boy was muttering something, but Scorpius couldn't hear what it was over the raucous noise coming from the open compartment. When the boy shut the compartment, and looked up, Scorpius stopped dead in his tracks.

Oh no!

It was Harry Potter's son. Albus Severus. On the one hand, he was named after a Slytherin who'd been extremely close to his father. On the other hand, he was named after a Gryffindor that his father had nearly killed. That, plus the fact that his father was Harry Potter gave Scorpius the impression that Albus wasn't exactly going to be thrilled to meet him. If the other's had treated Scorpius badly just because he was the son of a former death eater, he didn't even want to think about how the son of Harry Potter would treat him.

Scorpius turned on his heel and was about to run away, when a hand shot out and grabbed him. "Wait!"

Scorpius slowly turned around, staring up at Albus with obvious terror in his grey eyes.

"What are you covered in?" asked Albus, sticking a finger into the pink goop and staring at it in wonder.

"I--I'm not sure," stuttered Scorpius. Albus let go of his arm and stared at him thoughtfully for a moment before pulling out his wand. Scorpius recoiled and closed his eyes, bracing himself for some horrific spell.

After several moments, he opened his eyes again. Albus was staring at him with an amused expression. "I'm not here to Avada Kedavra you. I just thought you might need some help"

Scorpius could feel himself pinken, "Oh--yeah, tha--that would be nice"

Albus smirked before muttering, "Scourgify"

Immediately, Scorpius felt the liquid disappear, and when he looked down, his shirt and pants were clean. He felt eons better.

When he looked up again, Albus was smiling at him, and Scorpius felt something flutter in his stomach. He told himself that it was because Albus was the first person to be nice to him.

For a while, he actually believed it.

Author's Note: Reviews are greatly appreciated, though I won't make any ridiculous requests--like "If I don't get fifty reviews, I'll stop writing--(It seriously irks me when people do that). Really, though, it would greatly please me if you would review it; that way I know it's at least not completely horrid.

Oh! Just so you know, although I have a plan set for this story, I'm not quite sure how long it's going to be. But, seeing as what I have now(even though it's not edited, yet) is about 5,000 words, and I'm not even done with their first year yet--and taking into account that this will be spanning most likely their entire lives--it will probably be pretty long. Yay?