"Need some help with that?" a voice from behind him asked.

Albus Potter whirled around and then froze when he saw who it was. Scorpius Malfoy smiled nervously and looked down at the large trunk that Albus had been trying-unsuccessfully-to lift on to the shelf above their heads.

He didn't have chance to say yes because Scorpius quickly ducked his head, muttering something about having to get back to his compartment anyway. When he looked up he seemed ruefull. It was then that Albus realised that he actually looked nothing like his father. His pale blonde hair was sticking up messily in an effortlessly cool look, his chin was less pointed and he had dimples that were visible even though he wasn't smiling. But most different were his clothes. He was not wearing wizards robes like his dad but instead wore muggle clothes: a purple hoodie, black trainers and black skinny jeans.

He turned to leave but just before his hand reached the handle of the compartment door Albus said; "Wait. Do you want to sit here? My cousin Rose is coming but she won't mind."

He crossed his fingers behind his back because although he knew Rose wouldn't mind he wasn't so sure about James. Even though he'd said that he wasn't going to sit with them Albus was 99.9% sure that his brother would check on them at some point in the journey to make sure that they weren't sitting with someone he didn't like the look of.

"uh-yeah, okay." Scorpius replied.

Albus smiled. His uncle had been lecturing him and Rose about not becoming friends with Scorpius but his aunt had told them she wouldn't mind. Anyway he seemed nice enough. Well, nice enough to help out a stranger whose brother had been giving him death glares for the past ten minutes. Plus he should probably make some friends before lessons the next day started started (he was one of those people who always had to ask their friend what to do because he never listened).

"My name's Albus Potter." he said.

"I know."

"How?"

"Oh. Um-y'know. I mean your dad..." he trailed off looking embarrassed.

Then it made sense. He should of guessed that people would know who his dad was. After all he was a killed-a-dark-wizard-when-I-was-one-then-killed-hi m-again-a-couple-of-times type person.

Scorpius smiled again still looking embarrassed and said; "I'm Scorpius."

then almost reluctantly he said; "Scorpius Malfoy."

Scorpius blinked. The thick lashes that framed his eyes brushed against his pale skin and then suddenly he seemed to remember something. His eyes flitted to the large trunk and he stepped towards it.

"On three?" he said taking one end.

"Okay. One. Two. Three."

They lifted the trunk and heaved it onto the shelf.

"Hey Al." Rose walked in to the compartment.

"Hi Rose. This is Scorpius." He said even though she already knew who he was. "I said he could sit with us... You don't mind do you?"

"'Course not." she turned to Scorpius and smiled but when she turned to push her trunk to the side of the compartment, not bothering to put it on the rack, she gave Albus a confused look.

"I think the trains leaving." said Scorpius, looking out of the window.

Albus rushed to the window to say goodbye to his parents. He had to search the platform for them as it was full of crowds of parents waving goodbye to their children, but eventually he found them. At about the same time his dad saw him and waved to him mouthing something that looked like 'remember; its your choice.'

Albus waved until the train turned a corner and they disappeared along with the rest of platform nine and three quarters.