Disclaimer: all characters, places etc., are the property of J.K. Rowling.

IMPORTANT: This is gonna be a multi-chaptered fic focusing mainly on Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley. Others who will be seen in the story include James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Hugo Weasley, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, etc. There will also be various OCs who are based off of/related to characters from Harry's time (e.g. Alexander Zabini is Blaise Zabini's son, Genevieve Thomas is Dean Thomas's daughter). Pairings will include Rose/Scorpius, Albus/Scorpius (yes, this story contains slash), Albus/OC, Lily/Lysander. Please give this story a chance and review if possible. This is my first multi-chaptered Harry Potter fic and I would love the feedback. Thanks, and now onto chapter one!


Chapter One: Rose's Crush

Sometimes, it was really hard to be Albus Severus Potter.

Most people thought that he had a pretty cushy life – his parents were famous, after all. Famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the one person who had had enough power to kill Lord Voldemort once and for all. Ginny Weasley, well-known for her Quidditch skills. Even his extended family were all well-known, well-respected witches and wizards. When he was younger Albus had loved the attention. He'd loved the stares that his family received whenever they went out together. He'd loved it when people approached his parents, wide-eyed and stuttering, asking for an autograph or a picture.

He had loved being one of the "Famous Potters", but now that he was fifteen, his resolve was wearing thin. It turned out that being one of the Famous Potters required a lot more work than he'd once thought. He was constantly expected to do well in everything he did, because that was how it had been for the rest of his family. It hadn't bothered him so much when he was younger, but now that his O.W.L. year had begun, Albus was beginning to feel the pressure.

And it wasn't just schoolwork that he had to contend with. There was also Quidditch practice to attend, Charms Club to worry about and girls. There was always a line of girls queuing up for Albus's attentions, and while it may have been an ideal situation in the eyes of some of his classmates, he just wasn't interested.

So when his favourite cousin, Rose Weasley, approached him in the library with pleading blue eyes and asked for his help, Albus wasn't best pleased. After all, he'd had a very stressful day – Professor Longbottom may have been a family friend, but that didn't mean he'd excused Albus for arriving late. Albus had spent the entire Herbology class trying to calm down a particularly riotous Venomous Tantacula, and after that he'd had to attend Quidditch practice and pretend that he wasn't in pain. Now he was in the middle of a difficult Transfiguration essay.

"Honestly, Rosie," Albus sighed, laying down his quill and running a hand through his messy black hair. "If this is about schoolwork, I don't know why you're asking me for help. Everyone knows that you're the smartest in our year."

Rose blinked. "It's not about schoolwork," she said, lowering her eyes. Her cheeks flushed dark pink. Albus raised an eyebrow.

"Alright," he said suspiciously. "What is it about, then?"

She fidgeted with the sleeve of her robes before replying. "You and me have always been close, right?"

He considered that for a moment. He supposed she was right. Back when they'd gotten their Hogwarts acceptance letters, they had expressed secret doubts to each other over whether or not they were good enough to attend to the school. When they were getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express, Rose had blurted out that she was worried about the Sorting, and Albus had finally admitted that he was worried too – their family had a history of getting Sorted into Gryffindor, and there was a certain pressure on the two newest attendees to be Gryffindors, too. As it had turned out, Rose had been a Ravenclaw and Albus had been a Slytherin, but it hadn't mattered in the end. Their parents had just been happy to hear that they were happy.

So yes, Albus supposed they were close. He nodded and Rose hurried to continue.

"I want to tell you something that I haven't told anyone else," she said, looking nervous. "I think I like someone."

Albus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So that was what it was all about? Rose had a crush on someone?

"That's sweet, Rosie," he said, "but I don't see how this has anything to do with me."

"He's in Slytherin house," she replied quickly.

That piqued Albus's interest. He raised an eyebrow, mentally running through his fellow Slytherins. He couldn't picture any of them being Rose's type – he had always expected her to go for someone bookish and intelligent, much like herself. Though Slytherin was considered the "rebel" house – maybe Rose was into bad boys.

"It's not Alexander Zabini, is it?" he asked, frowning as he thought of the biggest bully in Slytherin house. "Because you know he was the one who hexed Lysander Scamander at the end of Potions last week–"

"It's Scorpius Malfoy," Rose cut in, her cheeks colouring once more.

This time, both of Albus's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Rose liked Scorpius? Well, that was certainly a surprise. Scorpius and Albus had been best friends since first year, when they had both been Sorted into Slytherin. For Albus, his placement had been a surprise, but Scorpius had known all along that he would be a Slytherin. He had helped Albus to adjust to what he called the "social stigma" of Slytherin house, though over the next few years, the two of them had managed to cast that stigma off and become quite popular even among the other houses. Albus and Scorpius were as close as Albus's father had been with Rose's dad, his uncle Ron.

He supposed he could see what Rose saw in Scorpius. He was talented, particularly when it came to Transfiguration. He was intelligent, like her, and not afraid to speak his mind. And he was very handsome, with pale blond hair, slate grey eyes and skin so pale that it resembled porcelain. Yeah, Albus could see what Rose saw in Scorpius – but it suddenly occurred to him that when Rose had interrupted his essay, she hadn't said she wanted to tell him something. She had asked for his help.

"Uh, wow," he said with a cough. "And you want me to help you... not like him?"

Rose's eyes widened. "No," she said with a squeak, her blush returning with even more force. "I was actually hoping that you could maybe talk to him about me? I want to get his attention. Maybe in time for the Halloween Ball?"

At the mention of the Halloween Ball, Albus cringed. The Ball was a recent tradition that had begun in his first year at Hogwarts. It had been Professor Sinistra's idea – she was retiring that year and requested that they hold a Halloween Ball instead of a retirement party. The teachers had liked the idea so much that they had decided to make it a tradition, despite the complaints of the students. With Halloween approaching fast, Albus was going to have to deal with girls asking him to be their date. And if he wanted to help Rose, he was going to have to convince Scorpius to ask her to be his date.

"I don't know, Rose," Albus replied hesitantly. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he wasn't feeling too optimistic about her chances with Scorpius. After all, he'd never seen the other boy so much as glance at any of the girls at Hogwarts. He'd always assumed that Scorpius was like Albus – uninterested in girls.

"Please, Al," Rose begged. "I'll finish your Transfiguration essay for you!"

And really, how could he say no to that?

"I'll try," he said. "But don't get too hopeful, Rosie. Scorpius doesn't seem like the dating type, as far as I can tell."

The effect was instantaneous – a wide grin spread across Rose's face and she leaped out of her chair, throwing her arms around Albus's neck and wrapping him in a tight hug.

"You're the best, Al!" she crowed, snatching his quill and scanning his essay. "Hey, if you want, I could set you up with one of my friends for the Halloween Ball. Genevieve Thomas has been begging me to get you to go on a date with her for months, you know."

"Thanks, Rosie, but that's alright," Albus replied, laughing. "Tell Genevieve that I'm flattered, but I won't be attending the Ball this year."

"It's mandatory," Rose said absent-mindedly, crossing out one of his paragraphs. "Don't you remember?"

"Well I do now," he groaned, slumping onto the table.

"Are you sure you don't want me to talk to Genevieve?"

"No, Rosie."


So that was chapter one, hope you enjoyed it ^_^ Please review, it honestly makes me write faster.