A/N: This is my first time posting a story online, I welcome criticism and suggestions!

My intention is that this story will be long. Since Rose and Scorpius start out as 1st years, it will take a while for them to mature, but this is a Scorose story I promise! It definitely not filled with light subject matter, so beware! There will be violence and dark topics, and eventually some sexual contentish stuff and language. I'm not really sure how to judge good chapter lengths so I will probably post multiple chapters at once/ close together.

Also fair warning, I like cliff hangers.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff! Credit to JKR.

Chapter 1: Platform 9¾

Scorpius Malfoy was glancing across the train station when he felt his father Draco stiffen and his mother Astoria move her hand from his shoulder to give her husband a comforting squeeze on the arm. He slowly peered up at his father's tense face and followed his anxious stare to a noisy group further down the platform. He watched as Harry Potter knelt down to comfort his son Albus and Ron Weasley grumbled at his daughter, angrily gesturing in the Malfoy's direction.

"Deep breaths, Draco," he heard his mother whisper. Scorpius pursed his lips and pointedly stared at the train, avoiding the Golden Trio and their offspring. "Let's get Scorp settled, shall we?" his mother suggested, prodding Draco into action. Turning on his heel, Draco walked quickly in the opposite direction, not bothering to look back to see if his family was following.

"Here should be fine," Draco said tersely.

"Come on, love. Give us a hug!" Astoria opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around her son.

"You know how to contact us should the need arise," Draco stated. He patted his son on the back before gently pushing him onto the train.

"Just find a place to sit and keep your head down," Astoria instructed. "You should do just great," she said to herself more than her son.

Scorpius nodded and turned from his parents; anxious to find a quiet corner before the famous Weasleys and Potters boarded the train. He found an exceptionally small compartment, which was obviously unoccupied due to the musty smell caused by a crack in the window that was also allowing a brisk, cold breeze in. Satisfied that he would remain solitary in the space, he entered and shut the door behind him. After pulling the drapes closed over the door, he sat on the moldy seat and shuddered. He had to keep it together, or he was never going to make it to the school much less the whole year. He watched his parents shuffling nervously before they quietly left, careful to avoid recognition.

Rose rolled her eyes for about the millionth time that morning. James had already pulled enough pranks before reaching the platform that had caused her and Albus to have to change clothes twice. She could still smell smoke on her current shirt from when the last prank had gone quite badly and caught her and her nervous cousin Albus on fire. Aunt Ginny had made him unpack his trunk and confiscated all the new products their Uncle George had sent him. Now, her father was hissing in her ear about the blonde family across the platform and how she should strive to beat the boy academically because they were the dreaded Malfoys.

"He doesn't look awful," Albus commented on Scorpius.

"He looks spoiled," insisted his sister Lily. "I think Uncle Ron is right, you guys should avoid him. You never know what his parents taught him."

"Hmm." Rose acknowledged. She was never one to jump to conclusions, but rather carefully inspect and gather information before coming to an educated conclusion. Much like her mother, Hermione.

"Whoa! Almost time! Better go get settled in." Hermione herded Albus and Rose to get on the train, gently kissing her daughter on the head before firmly closing the train door. Rose and Albus quickly joined one of the many designated Potter/Weasley compartments and sat together.

James poked his head in. "Some of the Gryffindors think they know where the Malfoy spawn is hiding. We're going to 'welcome' him to Hogwarts, want to join?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

"No," Rose said firmly. Albus slowly shook his head, knowing that James would tease him later for his lack of action.

"Fine. Have it your way." He shrugged as some boys ran past him, beckoning for him to follow. He closed the door behind him.

Scorpius heard scuffling and whispers outside the door. He sighed. He had hoped to avoid conflict until he reached the castle. He reached into his pocket and took out his wand, quickly stuffing it into the crack between the cushions so it wouldn't get stolen or broken. The whispers grew louder as if the few outside had grown into a crowd. The door opened.

"I heard that the spawn of the scum of the earth was in here," a boy in Gryffindor robes hissed. Scorpius pushed his knees up to his chest and scooted back as far as he could, so he was pressed up against the small window. He braced himself for the worst.

"I would hex you, but you're already so pitiful they would be an improvement on your worthless life and we can't have that," the Gryffindor sneered. "I suppose I could be generous today and hex you anyway."

"You will do nothing of the sort!" A girl in Ravenclaw robes pushed her way through the crowd and stood in front of the cowering figure. The boy eyed her Head Girl badge and groaned.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me you aren't tempted to yourself. He's a Malfoy! He deserves it!" He reasoned.

"Be that as it may, if you jinx him now the professors will notice when he is being sorted and McGonagall will not tolerate it. I'm saving you from a month's detention. Besides, there's always time for a welcome party after the sorting. Assuming he lasts that long." She sniggered. The crowd grumbled but slowly started to clear out, muttering insults and promising torment at Scorpius as they left. The girl left last, not bothering to comfort or even acknowledge him on her way out.

Putting his feet back on the ground, Scorpius let himself breathe again. That had been a close call, and he knew that the next encounter with the crowd would be infinitely worse. He realized that the train had stopped he quickly poked his head into the hallway. Seeing that no one was around, he grabbed his wand from the cushions, ran to the nearest door, and jumped off the train. He remembered what his mother said about first years and boats. Finding them quickly, he chose the boat he knew would have Hagrid in it and tried to make himself as small as possible.