Author's Note: This story is dedicated to all of my friends that made me include themselves in it and to my BETA, who is doing a amazing job as a grammar freak :) I don not own anything, all rights go to the queen Jo. Read it, enjoy it and review it :)
Prologue.
"Just remember, Rose, you better get sorted into Gryffindor, otherwise you don't need to come back home ever again," Ron said after they crossed the stone wall to Platform 9 ¾ in King's Cross Station.
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed. "How dare you say such a horrible thing to your own daughter?"
"Are you serious, dad?" Rose asked a bit frightened with the idea.
It was the first time she was taking the Hogwarts Express. Rose was excited to go to Hogwarts, of course. Her parents have always told her and Hugo their adventures at Hogwarts with Harry and Rose couldn't wait to finally get to know every corner of the school she heard about her entire life.
"Of course he's not serious, dear," Hermione answered hugging Rose. "It doesn't matter which house you're sorted in, we'll always love you."
"We'll love you even more if you become a Gryffindor," Ron said innocently.
"Ronald! If you don't want to be beaten up right now in front of everyone, I would suggest you to stop saying those things!" Hermione hissed.
"Geez, woman. I'll stop, but this violence is totally uncalled for," Ron replied. "Rose, one more thing, sweetie. Have fun and enjoy every second of it, you're about to start the first of the best seven years of your life."
"But don't forget that you're in school, so take the classes seriously. Just remember to write us, ok?" Hermione added.
"I'll write, I promise. Don't worry, ok? I'll be fine, because at least I won't be alone. Albus will be there with me," Rose replied.
"I'll miss you, Rosie," Hugo said throwing himself over his sister in a hug.
"I'll miss you too, little brother. But in a couple of years, you'll be there with me and we'll have a lot of fun," Rose said hugging him back. "Look, it's Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry!"
"Hello, everyone!" Harry said approaching them with Ginny, James, Albus and Lily.
"Hey, Al, are you excited?" Rose asked.
"Yes, I can't believe we're finally going to Hogwarts!" the boy replied.
"I know right?" Rose couldn't stop smiling.
"Just hope you don't get sorted into Slytherin," James mocked.
"James Sirius Potter!" Harry hissed. "Your brother was named after two Hogwarts Headmasters, one of them a Slytherin and he was the bravest man I ever knew. Don't forget that, Albus."
"I won't, dad. But I don't want to be a Slytherin either," Albus replied.
"The sorting ceremony will be tonight, it won't take too long for us to know. Don't worry, Al," Rose said squeezing his hand lightly.
"Alright, I think it's almost time to go," Harry said.
Rose, Albus and James were saying their final goodbyes, when Ron spotted a very familiar family not so far from them.
"Look who it is, Harry," he said pointing his head towards the Malfoys.
"Who are they?" Rose asked looking at them too.
"They are the Malfoys. You see the little blonde boy?" Ron asked and Rose nodded. "That's Scorpius. Make sure you beat him in every test. Thank God you inherited your mother's brain."
"Ronald! For Merlin's beard, they didn't even get to Hogwarts and you are already making them enemies," Hermione replied.
"Well, I think this is it," James said changing the subject. "We should go, come on, you two. We have to find a compartment still."
"Oh Ron, can you believe it? Our little girl is going to Hogwarts already," Hermione said with a shy tear rolling down her face.
"I'm not a baby anymore, mum," Rose shouted back while she and Albus followed James towards the train.
Meanwhile, a bit far from them, the Malfoys were saying their goodbyes like everyone else.
"Scorpius, are you sure you got everything you need?" Astoria asked.
"Yes, mum," he answered.
"Do you promise me to write every week?" she continued.
"Yes, mum," Scorpius rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I can't believe I'm spending a year without my baby," Astoria said hugging Scorpius too tight.
"Mum!" Scorpius tried to get out of her grip. "Let me go, you're going to ruin my hair."
"I'm sorry, dear, but this is a very special moment in a wizard's life. Your first year in Hogwarts. I'm sure you're making me and your Father really proud of you. Don't forget to study and have the best grades. A Malfoy needs to be the best."
"Astoria, leave him alone," Draco said. "Are you ready, son?"
"Yes, Father. Can we stop the cheesy goodbye? Please?"
"Sure, have fun and be safe," Astoria hugged him again, but this time she started to cry.
"Mum, stop crying! It's not like I'm going to Azkaban or something. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not a kid."
"Scorpius Malfoy! You're only eleven, just because you're spending the year away from home, it does not mean you're a grown up. You better behave and show the rest of those kids the Malfoy manners you learnt. Besides, I'm your mother. I'll never stop worrying about you, dear."
"Mum, stop it! You're embarrassing me," Scorpius replied.
"You're embarrassed of me? Draco, do you hear your son?" Astoria tried not to sound so shocked.
"Yes, woman, I can hear him, I'm not deaf," Draco replied coldly. "Scorpius, if you need anything, don't hesitate to write me and it doesn't have to be a letter each week, ok? Just have fun."
"Ok, Father. I love you guys, but I have to go," Scorpius looked at the clock.
"Goodbye, son," Draco hugged him.
Scorpius gave Astoria one more hug and ran to the train. Soon, the train was ready to leave and to take all those students to the, so called, safest place on earth: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A/N: I know that the prologue is quite similar to the epilogue on the Deathly Hallows, but it's just to begin the story. The rest of the chapters will be told by Rose and Scorpius point of view and I intend to write about their seven years at Hogwarts. Each year will be told by Rose and Scorpius alternately and each year will have three chapters. Anyways, I hope you guys liked the beginning and every Friday there will be a new chapter :) Oh, and one more thing, the chapter will be longer than the prologue.
