Hey everybody! This is my first ever FanFic, so I am hoping that it will turn out alright! (Fingers crossed). There will be a lot of time jumps throughout this story. I am trying to cover a period of about ten years. Please review, review, REVIEW! It helps updates come quicker and my writing to get better. Here's the first chapter! Tell me what you think!

Part 1: The Age of Innocence

September 1, 2017:

"So that's little Scorpius," I heard my father say. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," my mother then said. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

I giggled. My mother and father were always fighting about the silliest stuff. Adults. When I am married, I thought to myself. I am never going to fight with my husband. I'll be the princess and, he is going to be my knight in shining armor. We will live happily ever after.

"You're right, sorry," my father then said. He tells my mother this a lot. She says she is always right. Even when she is wrong.

My father then whispered in my ear, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

Then James appeared out of nowhere, talking about Teddy and Victoire snogging on the train. I wasn't really listening, though. I was now looking at the Malfoy boy. He had pale skin and blonde hair, almost the spitting image of his father. The only thing that seemed different between the two was their eyes. If you glanced at them, you would only notice that they were the exact same shade of gray, but if you looked closer you could see the difference. While his father's eyes looked hard and cold, like ice, Scorpius' looked softer. They were almost like liquid silver. He didn't look bad, just kind of scared.

Scorpius then turned and looked straight at me. I felt blush rise to my face as I turned away.

I then saw a boy who looked slightly confused. He had dark, brown hair. He had bright, green eyes and wore glasses. He reminded me of my Uncle Harry, though, aside from the eyes and the glasses, they looked nothing alike. His parents were standing next to him, looking confused and a bit worried. I could tell right away that they were Muggles.

"Rose!" I heard someone shout. I turned to find my cousin, Roxanne, running towards me.

Roxanne and I were very close. She was practically my best friend, though we were completely opposites. She liked to dress up and look pretty, while I would rather run around outside and get dirty. She was super outspoken, while I was shy. She was so chill about everything, while I was super competitive. She was the girly girl to my tomboy. Our parents thought it was cute. I thought it was strange, but I guess that's what friends are for.

"Hello Rosie Posie," she said when she caught up to me. Roxanne had the traditional Weasley red hair and freckles. She had beautiful, sky blue eyes. She was taller than me, and liked to point it out whenever she could. I learned to ignore her.

I rolled my eyes. She knows that I hate it when she calls me that.

"We need to find an empty compartment on the train! I am so excited for this year! I can't wait to learn spells and how to make potions. Fred has been bragging about knowing how to do everything for all summer, though I don't believe a word he says. He probably doesn't even know how to tie his own shoes with magic," she then rambled.

I laughed, and then turned and gave both my parents a hug before following Roxanne o on to the train. I thought I would be nervous for this moment, but I wasn't. I was just as excited as Roxanne was.

We walked down the hallway, trying to find an empty compartment. We opened one door to find Victoire and Teddy actually snogging. I felt my face turn instantly red.

They looked up, neither looking all that embarrassed. Victoire looked angry. "What must I do to get some privacy around here!" she shouted. "I have way too many cousins."

Teddy just looked amused at my embarrassment.

Roxanne replied sarcastically, "Well, you could find a place to snog your boyfriend that is a little more private for one." Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway, slamming the compartment door shut.

The two of us found an empty compartment towards to back of the train. I sat down on the soft seat near the window after putting my trunk on the shelf above my head. My cat, Cassiopeia, who was named after my favorite star constellation, was whining in her bag. She hated being cooped up in there. I wanted to let her out, but my parents wouldn't let me.

I stared out of the window, looking at everybody still on the platform. There were parents talking amongst themselves and helping their children. There was an older girl showing her friends pictures of her summer break. There was a broomstick flying around by itself, while Uncle Percy was yelling at someone to bring it down. Lysander and Lorcan Scamander were petting some strange animal as their father smiled proudly at them. I thought for about the billionth time in my life that I loved magic.

My cousin, Albus Potter, then walked in. I know he was worried about being put into Slytherin a couple minutes ago, but he seemed to be a bit calmer now. Uncle Harry probably told him something special.

"Hey guys," Albus said, sitting next to Roxanne.

Roxanne then said, "Just think this is the first day of the rest of our lives! Today we get sorted and make the friends we are going to keep for forever! Who knows, maybe we will meet the person we are going to marry today. Maybe we have already seen them!"

Roxanne was always thinking about boys.

The platform started to empty as more and more children got on to the train. All of a sudden the boy with the glasses I saw outside opened the door to our compartment. He was smiling, but you could still tell that he was a bit nervous. "Can I please sit with you guys? All the other ones are full."

Albus smiled and said, "Of course."

Roxanne threw me a look that said: He's cute! I tried not to giggle.

He walked in, put his stuff above my head, and sat down next to me. "I'm Michael Gold. What's your name?" he asked me.

"I'm Rose, and this is my cousin Roxanne. We're Weasleys. That's our other cousin, Albus," I replied.

"What's a Weasley?"

"You are a Muggle-born, aren't you?" Roxanne asked.

"Roxanne," Albus yelled. "That's rude!"

"What? I was just asking. I have nothing against Muggle-borns. I was just curious. No need to shout."

Michael turned slightly red, though not nearly as bad as a full-blown Weasley blush.

I turned back to him and said, "Don't worry about Roxanne. She's usually not this insane. She's just not used to being around people that don't know as much as her about the wizarding world. You will learn quickly, though. I promise. My mother is a Muggle-born, and she is doing alright."

Roxanne laughed and said, "That's a bit of an understatement."

"Anyways, a Weasley is a 'who' not a 'what.' We're a rather large wizarding family. Most people know about us, so we just assumed that you would know too."

"Oh!" he said, the light bulb turning on in his head. "Like Ron Weasley! I have read about him!"

Roxanne rolled her eyes.

"Yeah," I said. "He's my father."

Michael's eyes widened. "You are the daughter of one of the Golden Trio?"

I laughed. "More like two-thirds of it. My mother is Hermione Weasley, but it was probably Granger in the book you read."

"That's crazy," he said. "I didn't know they got married."

"Yeah, most books like to focus more on their adventures than their lives after them. Albus is Harry Potter's son."

Michael's amazement grew. Roxanne laughed. She always thought people's reaction to learning that we were the children of the biggest celebrities out there was the funnies thing ever.

We continued to fill in Michael about the wizarding world, as the train began its long trip to Hogwarts. We talked about which houses we thought we would be sorted into, the rules to Quidditch, and the best candies. Michael surprisingly knew a lot more than I thought. He read a bunch of books over the summer after getting his letter.

Eventually Roxanne and Albus got into some sort of argument, as usual. Michael was staring at his first ever Chocolate Frog Card (Circe). The snack trolley was rolling down the hallway. I smiled. Roxanne was right. This was the first day of the rest of our lives.