If there was one thing Lily Luna Potter didn't like, it was being told what to do. When she was told "You'll be in Gryffindor of course!" or "You'll be just like your mum, a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" well that just didn't sit well with her. So, hearing the words "Potter, Lily Luna" come out of Professor Longbottom's mouth, during the sorting ceremony didn't even faze her. She knew what house she would end up in.

The hat barely sat upon her thick, dark red hair for two seconds before it called out "Slytherin!" Silence. Not a word could be heard within the whole of the Great Hall. At the Gryffindor table, the whole of the Weasley/Potter family stood, mouths agape in shock. At the Slytherin table, the students were torn between disgust at the idea of a Potter joining their ranks and amusement and how much this had to bother the family of the girl. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were looking back and forth between the previous two tables, waiting to see the certain outbursts. Even the teachers didn't know what to say.

Only Lily herself seemed to have absolutely no problem with the outcome of her sorting. She placed the Sorting Hat back down on the stool, and smirked. Then she walked to the Slytherin table, proudly. She did not sit with the other first years. Instead she walked to the very end of the table, and plopped herself down next to a lone boy. "Hi! I'm Lily Luna Potter. You're Scorpius Malfoy; my uncle told me I should avoid you. But I think we'll just be best friends instead."

The skinny, blonde boy looked up at her. At her sorting, he had no expression written across his face; now, after her declaration of friendship he looked at her with utter shock. "Is this some kind of sick joke? No Potter has ever said a nice word to me. Which one of your brothers put you up to this?"

Lily just laughed at him. "Oh they don't know about this. They'd rather disown me then allow me to be friends with you. They'll probably want to disown me for being in Slytherin, actually. Oh well! What's your favorite color? And candy?"

Scorpius was in a state of disbelief. Here was Lily Luna Potter, whose name alone could have made her one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts, as a first year, whose family hated his and for good reason, yet she wanted to be his friend. Somehow, he managed to stutter out "Green, I suppose. And chocolate frogs. Yeah, I like chocolate frogs."

Luckily for Scorpius, the sorting ended, and they all turned up to hear the headmaster's speech. Then the hundreds of plates of food arrived on the table, and he watched as Lily piled food after food onto her plate. Some Sheppard's Pie, mashed potatoes, a chicken leg, and so much more. "It's the Weasley genes. Every last one of us could eat an elephant in one sitting." Lily told him.

Taking that example as the best he would get, he began to put food on top of his plate. They ate in a comfortable silence, savoring the dinner and later dessert. When all the food had disappeared, Scorpius expected Lily to run off with the other first years and make her way down to the Slytherin Common Room. He'd probably never hear from her after tonight. To his surprise however, Lily ignored the prefects' calls for the first years to follow them. "It's your common room too, I'm sure you can show me how to get there! You are a third year, right? Can I call you Scor?"

Scorpius smiled for the first time that night, and accepted that Lily Luna Potter was here to stay. He nodded to her questions, and she followed him down to the common room. They arrived at a blank wall, and Scorpius said "Felix felicis." Together, they stepped into the common room. He pointed to down and to the left, "The girls' dormitory is the down those stairs. First years will be the first dorm you see."

He was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug. "Thanks Scor! And by the way, mine's purple and chocolate frogs! Just in case you were wondering." And with that Lily Luna Potter waltzed away from him and down the stairs to her dorm. Scorpius stared at the door which closed behind her, smiled and ran his hand through his hair. He was certain he enjoyed having a best friend.