A/N: First of who-knows-how-many. The Weasley clan's (and most definitely Scorpius') letters home upon arriving at Hogwarts. Enjoy! (or not, it's totally up to you.) If you've got any specific character you want to see, drop a review and let me know.

Albus sat at his desk, alone in the dorm but for his pet ferret, Gyrfalcon, who was running laps on Al's bed and doing a wonderful job of distracting the boy from his letter writing. He'd promised Mum an Dad he'd write as soon as he could, but he didn't know how to start. "Gyrfalcon, you should write this for me," he told his beloved pet. Gyrfalcon stopped moving long enough to cock his head and chirp, then resumed his mad high-speed investigation of the bed and trunk.

Al sighed, and put his quill to the parchment. Maybe just saying it would be the best way to do it.

'Dear mum and Dad, I'm good and I'm in Slythrin. I was going to ask for Gryfindor but everybody kept saying I was just like you Dad and then I decided that I want to be my own person not that it would be bad to be like you but I asked the hat to put me in Slytherin. James keeps making fun of me but he can go jump off the astronomy tower. Its very high, I think he would lern a good lesson from it so I told him that. I met alot of cool people. Scorpus Malfoy has the bed next to mine, he is very nice and he tries really hard to make friends with everybody. He says his family has a bad history but I don't care, I like him and so does all of our dorm mates so it's okay. Well beat up anybody that says mean things an I told him that and he hugged me and I said we would be best mates forever. Tell Uncle ron that hes wrong about Malfoys, and that Rose and him have a deal to be the top students in all their classes. I am going to have to try really hard to keep up so please send lots of care packages to motivate me. Lots of love, Al.'

The door opened and Scorpius sauntered in. "Peon! Fetch me my palm fronds and peeled grapes!" He threw one hand out dramatically and stood there, wobbling on one foot, waiting for Al to respond.

"You're a dork," Al said after a long pause to see if Scorpius was going to do something. Scorpius dropped his arm and shrugged, grinning. "Here, read this." He held out the letter and his blond friend gingerly took it so as to not muss the still damp ink.

"What is it?" Scorpius asked. He moved Gyrfalcon out of the way and plopped down on Al's bed to read it.

"It's my letter to my Mum and Dad to tell them what House I'm in. Do you think it's okay?"

Scorpius read over the short letter, then with an unimpressed expression, looked up at Al. "Mate, your spelling sucks. But other than that, yeah, it's fine. Why are you worrying about it?"

Al shrugged and blew on the letter to dry the ink. "Cause I said I didn't want to be in Slytherin and James has been going on about it for months that I'd be in Slytherin, and Dad said he didn't care what House I got in, but still. You know?"

Scorpius nodded. "Yeah, I know. My entire family's been in Slytherin except Mum, she was in Gryffindor. And Grandfather acts like Slytherin is the best House. Dad tries to get him to be more…even?...about it all, but you can still tell."

"Even?" Al folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope. "What do you mean?"

"Like fair. I forgot the word I wanted. I'm sure your dad and mum will be perfectly fine about it all," Scorpius said firmly, with a decisive nod of his head.

"What makes you so sure?" Al got up and flopped across his bed next to Scorpius. "I mean, like, James is Gryffindor, of course, and most of my other cousins have been except for Dominique and Louis, but how do you know they won't flip out and hate me or something?"

Scorpius thought about it and absently petted Gyrfalcon. Dad refused to let him have a ferret, but Al said he could pet Gyrfalcon whenever he wanted, so he was okay with it. "My dad always told me stories about your dad and Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, about how they were brave and fair and saved his life and my uncle Blaise's life, and how no matter what they always did what was right-"

"Really?" Al interrupted, curious. "Your dad talks about us?"

"Yes. Quiet! Anyways," Scorpius shifted so he was looking at Al, with Gyrfalcon settled in the crook of his bent knee. "Like I was saying, he said that they were really awesome and that he wished he'd been able to be friends with them in school instead of everybody being dumb and hating and hexing each other. So I bet your parents will be just fine with it. And if they don't you can come live with me and Mum and Dad."

Al grinned. "Scor, you're the best mate a guy could ask for, you know that?"

Scorpius smiled sheepishly and ducked his head. Al was the first person he'd ever met who was so open about his feelings and it was kind of nice to not have to try and guess what his friends were thinking.

"I have a question," Scorpius asked after a moment.

"Yeah?"

"Your cousin, Rose? Are her eyes fake?"

Al snorted and sat up. "What? No, they aren't fake. Why?"

"They're just really blue," Scorpius mumbled. "That's all."

"You're a dork," Al said again.

"You and me together."

"Always."

"Harry!" Ginny relieved the owl of its burden and ripped open the letter from Al. "Harry, Al's written!"

Harry emerged from his office, looking ruffled. He had red lines across his cheek and forehead and his hair was flat on one side. "What's it say?"

"Did you fall asleep on your desk?" Ginny asked. She set the letter down and attempted to straighten the rogue hair to no avail. "I haven't opened it yet, it only just arrived." She smiled. "Shall we take bets?"

Harry grinned. "How about a back massage? If he's in Gryffindor." He wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to reach for the letter behind her.

"Oh, taking the easy bet? Fine, a back massage plus dishes for a week if he's in Slytherin." Ginny smiled and kissed her husband. "Open it!" Harry ripped open the envelope and she watched his face while he read. It contorted into an expression of pained bewilderment and she promptly took it from him. "What? What is it?"

Harry rubbed his face with both hands. "Ten galleons says we'll be in the headmaster's office before the year's out for them dueling."

Ginny scanned the letter and couldn't help a broad smile. "He's taking after you, darling, and he's making friends. That's a good thing."

"Do you realize what kind of hassle Draco puts up with because of his past? I bet the children of some of the people that cause him problems have taught their children the same hateful things." Harry sighed and leaned against the countertop. "I didn't think they'd meet this quickly or get along that well. I can just see one hell of a headache from this."

Ginny whapped him with the letter. "It can't be any worse than what you got up to at his age. He'll be fine. Just support him, that's what he needs. Here, why don't you write him a letter back so he knows we got it?" She leaned against Harry and buried her face in his chest. "At least he won't have an evil professor with Voldemort attached to his skull trying to kill him."

Harry snorted. "Or a kindly, helpful Headmaster to steer him more or less vaguely in the right direction and to keep him alive."

"He'll be fine," Ginny said firmly. "You'll see."