I used to be a drarry fan, but after watching the epilogue of Deathly Hallows again and realization hitting, I've decided I can deal with Harry and Ginny, and Draco and Astoria. But only on the condition that Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy end up together.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

Chapter 1

(Albus POV)

Since nearly half of my family still went to Hogwarts for ten months a year, and our parents held us with a suffocating grip all summer, my grandparents, Arthur and Molly Weasley, made a deal with all their children and in-laws that they get all their grandchildren for the last two weeks before we had to go back to school.

It was because of this that I woke suddenly when a blow-dryer started on full blast.

"Aah, bloody hell." I mumbled, sitting up and noticing Louis, my narcissistic cousin standing there, the noisy machine quickly drying his gold locks. He was dressed in only a pair of jeans, feet bare and water glistening on his back, smirking at my reflection when he caught it in the full-length mirror. Noticing a movement to my right, I found Hugo, the other cousin I was rooming with look around confused, then scowling at Louis before he turned over again, determined to get more sleep. I shook my head and stretched, getting out of bed to rummage for clothes in the dresser we shared. When my vain relative focused solely on his hair and paid me no attention, I bent down and quickly unplugged the dryer from the socket.

"Albus!" Louis exclaimed in outrage. I merely laughed as he pushed me over, refusing to give up the plug. "C'mon, mate!" He urged, grabbing for it. I held it away.

"You're a wizard, Louis. Stop being such a foul git and use your wand to dry your hair-I know you know how." I said.

"Yeah, I do. But my hair doesn't turn out as shiny when I do, so give it back Albus Severus!" He insisted angrily.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on in there, you two?!" Grandad Arthur called as he pounded on the bedroom door.

"An exhausted teen is being deprived of much-needed sleep." Hugo grumbled from behind us, getting out of bed and fed up with our antics, not nearly loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.

"Louis' being inconsiderate of others!" I called in answer.

"Louis?" Grandad asked.

"Alright." Louis appeased with a soft sigh. As soon as Grandad's footsteps moved from the door, the blond turned back to me with a glare, tugging on the cord once more. I pulled back, though I knew it was a losing battle. Every one of my cousins and siblings, even though some were younger than me, were taller than me. I was the small-fry of the family, and actually, of the third to seventh years at Hogwarts. For some reason, I didn't grow as much or as quickly as everyone else, but the fact of the matter was that I got used to it.

Louis tugged sharply one last time and I let go, causing him to fall on the floor, looking up in confusion. I stood up, laughing with Hugo, bumping fists.

"Now put that back before Grandmum finds out you took it and gets angry." I ordered, even though he was three years older than me.

"It's not her's. It's mine." The blond explained, wrapping the cord around the snout. I scoffed at that, smirking.

"I dunno very many men that own blow-dryers and I know even fewer that would admit to it." Hugo said. The two of us laughed, though the man, nineteen in age, rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, laugh all you want, but I look better than both of you right now." He smirked, crossing his arms.

"Who cares?" I emphasized. "Practically no one will be seeing us for the rest of the week, anyway. It's holiday. Honestly, you should relax before you have to go back to work next week." I encouraged. Even after graduating Hogwarts, some of the older of my cousins came back each summer to be with us. It was family tradition, really, having gone on for so many years.

"I care. Just because it's vacation doesn't mean I should stop taking care of myself." He defended, throwing a shirt on and leaving to head down for breakfast.

"Wow." Hugo said with wide eyes, looking down at me. I shook my head and sighed.

"I know. And having two equally image-obsessed older sisters certainly didn't help his case." I grabbed my own clothes and entered the hall, expecting to use the bathroom...before I saw the awaiting line of cousins and siblings before me.

"Fantastic." I mumbled, standing there in my pajamas. At the front of the line was my older brother, Teddy Lupin. He was twenty-five and a bit scruffy, with a slight tan and dark hair. He looked nothing like my immediate family, though, because he wasn't actually related to us. Several years back, during the Great War, his parents had died and my father, being the extraordinary man he is, took Teddy in as his own. I was thankful for this because although I loved my seventeen-year-old brother, James Sirius, Teddy really connected with me in a way my attention-addicted brother didn't.

Next was Fred II and his younger sister, Roxanne, who stood staring each other head-on, arms crossed. Unlike the rest of the Potter and Weasley clan, their skin wasn't a pale white, but colored, due to their mother's ebony skin. They were both attractive, nonetheless, as well as smart and funny. Roxanne had wild thick hair that could be recognized anywhere.

And right in front of me stood my fourteen-year-old sister, Lily Luna, a few inches taller than myself though I was two years older than her. Her eyes were brown and sprightly, given the time of morning and our current situation. She smiled lovingly at me.

"Do you wanna wait to get dressed and go have pancakes?" Lily asked, gesturing to the line. Just then, the door opened and out stepped Victoire Weasley, Louis' oldest sibling at twenty-three, dressed in tight, dark jeans, a frilly pink top and brown cowboy boots. Her make-up was done, showing off her features perfectly, drawing attention to her blue eyes while her blond hair cascaded down her back.

All in all, she looked stunning. As usual.

Just as she stepped out into the hall, her and Teddy locked eyes, staring a moment before Victoire headed for the stairs and Teddy entered the bathroom, glancing back at her once. Lily and I shared a significant look, both having caught that.

"Um, yeah. Pancakes." I gestured to the stairs and she nodded as we hurried down the flights, only to land suddenly at the bottom, a little out of breath.

"Albus! Lily! Don't do that-you might decapitate yourselves." Grandmum Molly chastised us.

"Sorry." We said simultaniously. I descended upon the table, grabbing a plate and filling it with pancakes, eggs and bacon, drenching everything in syrup.

"Albus, don't get what you can't eat." Grandmum said as I sat down in an empty chair.

"Aw, Gran. Don't give him such a hard time. He needs the sustenance, afterall, he's a growing boy." James answered for me, grinning. "I mean he will be. Maybe." He said mockingly. I scowled at him and he just winked as some of our female cousins laughed.

"Poor kid." Hugo added, getting a few more chuckles.

"Laugh all you want, but I've got nearly the best OWLS scores." I beamed, popping a bite of pancakes into my mouth. The others groaned.

"Oh, I know. I failed that thing miserably." Dominique, the twenty-one year old sister to Louis and Victoire, admitted. "I don't even actually remember fifth year. It was all just a blur of firewhiskey and magicweed." She shook her head with a guffaw, elliciting laughs from the rest of us. Suddenly, a new copy of The Daily Prophet hit the back of Dominique's head.

"Dominique Weasley!" Grandmum exclaimed. "What a ridiculous thing to do-and even worse to be setting a bad example for your little cousins." She looked to the woman with large eyes.

"Wasn't me that 'ad been the only one doing it. Blame Victoire for my wild-child antics." She ratted her older sister out, who had just taken another bite of food, then froze at what had been revealed.

"Really? I didn't know you partied back at Hogwarts." Teddy said, entering the room, looking to the blond girl expectantly. She swallowed her food and shrugged with a sheepish smile. Teddy chuckled, smiling as he gathered his own plate.

~0~

A group of three at a time, we traveled to the Ministry of Magic by floo powder. Teddy worked there as an auror, following in our father's footsteps, especially because it was dark witches and wizards that had killed his parents. Hunting down current ones was how he took revenge, in his own way. The other adults found alternate ways to their jobs, while we students carted around our luggage, making it just across the street to King's Cross, the train station where Hogwarts Express would be taking us back to school.

There were eight of us returning this year: James, Lily, Fred II, Rose, Roxanne, Hugo, Lucy and myself.

At the station, just outside platform 9 and 3/4, the parents stood waiting for us.

"James, I know quidditch is important to you, but just remember that you need to keep your grades up and not become consumed in the game. Right?" Our father asked. "This is your last year. Make it count."

"I will, dad. I'll work really hard." James assured, giving our dad a hug, then extending the same to our mother.

"Lily," Mum started, giving the fourteen-year-old a hug. "You've always been good at school. Keep it up."

"And stay away from boys." Dad added, kissing her forehead, only half joking.

"Dad!" Lily exclaimed in embarrassment, her cheeks going red. Dad just smiled lovingly at her, not saying anything. Both parents turned to me.

"Don't be discouraged by your size and don't let others make fun of you for it, either." Dad turned to James. "I also expect you to look after your little brother." James nodded at this. "And Albus, maybe join a few extracurricular activities-make new friends. Have fun with this year."

"That goes for everyone." Mum encouraged, Dad nodding in agreement.

"But not too much fun." This last comment Dad directed at Lily. We hugged as a family, before the three of us went through the gateway one at a time.

Rose and Lucy (fourth year, daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley), awaited me in a compartment with a few other of their friends. I sat in between my two cousins, enjoying the couple of hours of freedom we had left before we arrived at the school. The six of us talked, joked and laughed freely.

Something that wouldn't occur for me again for a time.

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