Hey all, this is going to be a seven-chapter fic, one for each of Scorpius and Rose's years of Hogwarts. All reviews are very appreciated, enjoy! (And sorry if anyone saw that weird no-paragraph cheese block earlier- I'm not sure what happened. But I have actual paragraphs. Promise.)

~Dani

Year 1

"Of all the years that we stood there

On the side-lines, wishing for right now"

"Don't get too friendly with him though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood." Dad's tone was light, but he didn't seem to be kidding.

Mum started to scold him again, but I stopped paying attention, turning my eyes on the boy in question. Scorpius Malfoy. I noticed his piercing blue eyes from all the way across the platform; the way they seemed to be smirking even as the rest of his face stayed unmoving, the way they had an edge to them I couldn't quite place. The way they were trained directly on me. For a moment, neither of us looked away, and I stayed watching him for a few moments even after he turned back around.

I said my goodbyes quickly. I wasn't really too nervous, not nearly as much as Albus was, but I was never one for weepy farewells. So my parting words consisted of a short: "Yes, Mum, I'll be careful. Yes, I'll miss you too. Bye, Dad. 'Later, Hugo. See you all at Christmas," and I was off.

It wasn't until I was on the train that I realized I wasn't sure where to go. James had run off somewhere, not that I'd expected him to stay with me, but Albus, who could usually be counted on to be around, was also nowhere to be seen.

The longer I searched for a familiar face, the more I noticed the staring. I had the trademark red Weasley hair, but I was always told my resemblance to my mother was striking. Put together, I might as well have had a blazing sign above my head reading 'Child of the Golden Trio'. I shrunk back into my robes.

I was starting to seriously consider hiding out in the bathroom compartment when a voice spoke up from my right. "You can sit here if you'd like."

I turned, finding myself looking into those steely blue eyes I'd been so mesmerized by when I saw them on the platform. He grinned nonchalantly, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair.

"Alright," I said. Awkwardly, I manoeuvred myself into his compartment and sat down, ringing my fingers together in my lap.

"Rose, right?" he said, and I nodded. "Scorpius," and then as an afterthought, "Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy."

I nodded again, remembering what my father had told me when we first saw Scorpius and his family. 'Make sure you beat him in every test.' Looking back into his face, I thought it might not be so easy. There was arrogance first, a blinding confidence, but beyond that lay a calculating intelligence. His eyes were focused, even now.

His eyebrows raised at my lengthy silence. "You alright there, Red?" But he didn't sound concerned.

I cringed at the nickname that I had always shared with my cousin Lily, given to us by her ever-pleasant brother James. Scorpius noticed. His grin widened.

I'm not sure why really -maybe it was the rivalry of our parents coming back for us, maybe something else- but rather than staying my usual calm and collected, I minded. Something about that careless smirk, those amused, cool eyes, his casual arrogance; I minded. So I sat thinking in silence, wondering why he made my blood boil.


'Gryffindor!' I could hear it in my head. Of course I'd be Gryffindor, like my mother and my father, like Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Of course I would.

I was so caught up in my own fantasies that I wasn't even paying attention to the Sortings until I heard my cousin's name called out. "Albus Potter."

I heard James yell something from the Gryffindor section, and the nervous, dark haired boy made his way to the Sorting Hat.

It might have been all in my head, but when it was placed on his head, I could almost feel the room take a collective breath. This was Albus Severus Potter, second child of Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world. His first child, James II, had taken his rightful place in his parents' house, and the whole world wanted to see if his brother would do the same. In question

The Hat stayed silent for a while, longer than usual, while Albus sat with his eyes closed and mouth pressed into a hard line. But finally, it perked up towards the crowd and called out: "Gryffindor!"

The responding house roared, deafening the rest of the students with a satisfaction and volume that rivaled that of a pride of lions.

I heard shouts of "We got another one!" and "Bring it here, little Harry Potter!" and I couldn't help but smile. Albus, looking relieved, bewildered, and very much like an eleven year old Harry Potter, made his way over to the Gryffindor table, where he was greeted with warm handshakes and high-fives and pats on the back. Even James knocked him on the side of his head in welcoming and laughed something into his ear before melting back into the crowd.

I watched them, once again not paying attention to the Sortings, until I heard my name finally called. "Rose Weasley."

I got up, my breath catching as I did. I could hear whispers, like there were for Albus, but I tried to ignore them. I tried to catch my cousin's eye as I sat down on the stool, but he had disappeared into the sea of new Gryffindors.

Someone placed the Hat on my head, and I tensed as I heard it's voice in my mind. 'A brave heart, this one,' It mused, 'You could do well in Gryffindor.' There was a pause, 'Although, you think with your mind, don't you. Not with your heart. Ravenclaw could use a witch like you.'

I swallowed hard. Ravenclaw? My mother always told me I was going to be one of the smartest witches in my year. She said that she could just tell these things, that I should just wait and see. But the thought of being sorted into Ravenclaw had never even crossed my mind. Could I be Ravenclaw, even if my family's home was in a different house? Even if I'd be the first Weasley since Hogwarts was founded to not be sorted into the house of Godric Gryffindor?

'If you're not Gryffindor I'll disinherit you,' I remembered Dad joking before I boarded the train. And I made up my mind. I couldn't let being a Weasley interfere with being Rose.

I felt the Hat shift atop my head. "Ravenclaw!"


There was applause. The blue-clad wizards at the Ravenclaw table were cheering and shouting, but the rest of the houses had emerged themselves in discussion. The words 'Gryffindor', 'Ron' and 'Hermione' could be heard above the rest, loudly and repeatedly.

Unsurely, I walked over to my new house, and was surprised to find Scorpius Malfoy standing there. He smirked at me as I saw him, and I found myself wondering how he wasn't sorted into Slytherin. Although to be fair, the same could be said about me and Gryffindor.

My eyes found Albus', and he smiled reassuringly. He understood, I knew he did. That we couldn't let our parents define us, or we'd live forever in their shadows . I wasn't Hermione Granger, or Ron Weasley -Gryffindor Legends. I was me. Rose Weasley. Ravenclaw.


"I can't believe you're friends with Scorpius Malfoy," I complained, folding my arms over my chest. I was sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, Albus sprawled in the seat across from me. Although it wasn't his proper house, between hanging out with Scorpius and coming to see me, he probably spent more time here than in Gryffindor Tower.

"He's not that bad Rose," my cousin protested, "He's not even a Slytherin. Shouldn't that count for something?"

"The fact that he is decently intelligent does not change the fact that he is an arrogant, obnoxious, twat."

"Talking about me are we?" The blonde emerged, smirking as usual, from the boys dormitories. "I'm offended, Weasley."

Surprise overpowering rationality, I felt my face turn red. "Go away, Malfoy," I said, but it lacked the conviction I would have liked.

Al sighed. "Lay off it, you two," he said.

Scorpius shrugged, "If I remember correctly -which I do- I was the one just minding my own business before I was so callously insulted. But, if you insist," he mock bowed to me, his eyes not leaving mine, "Sincerest apologies, m'lady."

"That is very much not what I meant," Albus noted, and Scorpius laughed, turning for the exit.

"See you, Al. Catch you later, Red."

I swallowed, and I felt my face burn.