So this is the correction of the first chapter ! I have to say 1000 thank you to allegratree who beta read for me !

Albus Potter turned one last time and frantically waved goodbye to his father. Harry Potter, smiled at him confidently. As for his mother and sister, they watched him board the train with tears in their eyes. Ginny Potter could not bring herself to face the sight of her younger son leaving for Hogwarts. He had grown up too fast, but she was sure he would do great things.

Meanwhile, Lily Potter sulked with impatience. She wanted to accompany her brothers to the famous school of witchcraft. But James' promise restored the smile behind her curtain of tears. He'd sworn that he would send her a toilet seat.

The train began to move with a jolt. Albus watched his parents and sister as they became tiny figures on the platform and eventually disappeared altogether.
Albus sank into the old red seat of the Hogwarts Express. Rose was already immersed in one of the many magic books bequeathed to her by her mother. These grimoires had followed her mother throughout her schooling and Rose believed that they would bring her luck.

As the Hogwarts Express hurtled itself through the countryside, James kept amused by furtively throwing some bewitched firecrackers in the next cab where young witches responded with surprised cries. But eventually, he was compelled to quit his game by a fifth-year girl who didn't seemed to appreciate his little joke. James hung his head in mock penitence as the girl put him in his place. Then he grinned broadly as they watched her depart for her own compartment.

"I'm going to look for Godric, Renold, and Arnold!'' James announced to them, ''See you in the Great Hall ! But wait ! ... Maybe you'll be with the Slytherin table ! I'll applaud you from Gryffindor, do not worry !"

And he escaped with a booming laugh.

"I am not going to be in Slytherin!" yelled Albus after him.

Rose looked up from her book. She was very tense as well. Hogwarts Houses were not a kidding matter to her. Albus examined his cousin and noticed her solemnity.

"Don't worry, Rose. You can be in Ravenclaw. Your mother would be just as proud as if you were in Gryffindor ...

''And my father?'' she argued, ''You think about it! It's a tradition! All the Weasleys were in Gryffindor. All, without exception. I would not ...
''It's a tradition among Potters too! I am the son of Harry Potter, Rose. Everyone expects me to be in Gryffindor. I do not want to disappoint them all ... And even though Dad told me that Slytherin is a good house, I know that Gryffindor is better.
''You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart,'' recited Rose.
''You have learned that hymn by heart? "Albus exclaimed.
''Of course !"

He could never understand why his cousin insisted on always memorising everything. His uncle told him that it was normal and he would eventually get used to it (Like mother, like daughter!).

"Wanna game?'' Rose asked as she took out her father's old Wizarding chess board and began setting up her pieces. It was not a invitation as much as a directive. Reluctantly, Albus pulled out his own pieces and placed them in front of those of his cousin. His father had given them to Albus to take to school. They were the same ones he had received during his first Christmas at Hogwarts and Albus knew them very well.

"You'll see, Hugo's been instructing my game!" Rose informed him enthusiastically

Albus did not dare tell her, but she was a pitiful failure at Wizarding Chess. (Like mother, like daughter! He could still hear the voice of Uncle Ron.).

They played for some time as the landscape paraded past the windows of the train. Neither was a very strong player and finally, stopped playing in frustration and bordom. At noon, the candy truck went down the aisle. Albus (who was very hungry) bought Chocolate Frogs while Rose chose some Pumpkin Pasties.
But just as they were paying the clerk, a boy came rushing toward them. He was scarlet as he tried to catch his breath.

"I missed the truck ... Sorry ... I would ..."

He raised his head and it was at that moment he noticed Albus and Rose. He stared at them a long moment with his piercing gray eyes.

"Never mind," he told the attendant, who eyed him curiously.

To their surprise, he settled himself in their compartment, right next to Albus. Rose looked at him with a hard and arrogant stare. Her father had told her not to trust this boy.

"Scorpius Malfoy,'' he presented himself, ''I suppose your parents have warned you about my father."

Albus straightened a little. Rose clenched her teeth.

"Indeed,'' she growled in a sharp voice.
''I was afraid of that…" he mumbled disappointedly as he rose.

The witch raised an eyebrow suspiciously. ''They had to wary of the Malfoys'', her father had repeated again and again. This family was vicious and unhealthy. They had been on the side of the dark wizard, Voldemort, and tried to kill their parents on multiple occasions.
Despite this fact, Albus stood up and held out his hand awkwardly to Scorpius.

"I'm Albus Potter… and she's Rose Weasley,'' he presented his cousin, ignoring her disdainful attitude. The Malfoy boy seemed a little surprised but he ended up shaking hands.

"If you have no one to sit with, you can stay in here with us,'' he invited, offering him a Chocolate Frog, ''As you missed the meal trolley ..."

Malfoy hesitated a moment and then finally sit down. He accepted some Chocolate Frogs under the scornful gaze of Rose, who was making him uncomfortable. When he opened the first, the frog escaped with a big jump, revealing the card of the famous wizard, Harry Potter.

"Look," Malfoy exclaimed, handing it to Albus, "We certainly will not find a card of my father in a Chocolate Frog."

His voice was bitter and ironic. Albus took the card and read :
"Harry Potter, The Survivor.
Harry Potter is one of the greatest wizard of modern times. He is currently the only one known to have survived the killing curse twice and is famous for having fought and vanquished Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of our age.

He currently works as an Auror in close collaboration with Ronald and Hermione Weasley."

Albus could not restrain a smile. His admiration for his father was boundless, but, lately, his stomach lurched whenever he heard of his exploits, which was becoming more and more frequently. His father had done so many great things that Albus was afraid of disappointing him. A tremendous legacy was on Albus' shoulders and he often worried that he would collapse beneath its weight. It would be a scandal in the Wizarding World if the son of the great Harry Potter proved himself to be a pathetic sorcerer.
Scorpius' woes were just the opposite. After the second Wizarding war, his father and grandfather were in a state of humiliation. In fact, the Malfoy name was a total disgrace for Scorpius. This bad reputation has followed him everywhere since his birth. Witches and wizards could not help but launch him angry looks, or even insult him in hushed voices. Scorpius was desparate to change all that.
An awkward silence settled. Rose watched the two boys, immersed in their thoughts. She waved her wand.

"Reparo!"

The few scratches on the glasses of Albus disappeared. He gasped.

"They're completely gone!'' he exclaimed then he rolled his eyes at his cousin, ''You're doing this just for practice, eh?''

''Of course! And we've almost arrived. I want to be ready with some spells. You should do the same!"

But Albus did not listen to her advice and was content to watch her cast spells. Rose was half lying when she said she was training. Of course, she wanted to be ready for school, but she especially wanted to impress this vicious Malfoy. Her cousin was too trusting to see it but Rose could see that unhealthy gleam in his dull eyes.

"Hey,'' Albus began, ''Which house would you like to be in?''
''Well ... Scorpius thought aloud, ''... I think I'll end up in Slytherin. It's like that in my family.''
''I asked you which house you want to be in, insisted Albus, ''not where you think you will go."

Malfoy reflected once more. Rose watched his answer with a disapproving expression.

"Actually ... I would like to be in any house…except Slytherin."

Rose stared at him with bulging eyes. Certainly, he was lying. The Malfoys always wanted to be in Slytherin and they'd always had their way! She couldn't believe that this boy would be any different.

"And you?'' Malfoy asked.
''Gryffondor!'' They replied in chorus.
''You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart,'' said Scorpius.
''You've learned the hymns as well ?"

Albus began to believe that Scorpius Malfoy was genuine. Rose frowned. She was sure he was trying to trick them!
The sliding door of the compartment opened to reveal an excited James.. His black hair hung messily about his glasses and his brown eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"You'd better be ready! Here we are!"

He had already donned his red and gold robes and his tie in the colors of his house. He looked down at Scorpius who was looking out the window and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, well, isn't it the little Scorpion ?" he said with a mischievous smile.

Scorpius turned round to face James.

"Scorpius," he corrected with a hard voice.

Knowing his brother, Albus decided to end this exchange before it got out of hand. Though Rose seemed to enjoy the turn events were taking.

"Thank you for warning us James ! See you later."

James smiled one last time to Scorpius. Albus had guessed his brother was up to something as he disappeared into the hallway, singing the anthem of Slytherin.
The train was losing speed and Albus began to count the stars in the inky sky. He, Rose and Scorpius quickly put on their robes and a voice echoed through the train:

"We will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage in the compartments. They will be sent to your respective dormitories."

Albus didn't know whether he was anxious, excited or impatient. He rushed into the corridor, Rose and Scorpius on his heels. Students jostled about but Albus saw his brother's head protruding from the crowd. They eventually made their way onto the platform and the fresh air made them shudder. Everything was dark, Albus could not see what was right in front of him.

"The firs' years ! A big gruff voice hailed, ''follow me."

Albus narrowed his eyes. The giant Hagrid was a further ahead and he was holding a big oil lamp in his huge hand.

"Well, Albus, how yeh've grown ! And yeh look jus like yer father ! He exclaimed, "I feel like it was just yesterday that he arrived for the first time at Hogwarts ! Yeh should've seen him ! Knee high to a bowtruckle !"

He smiled and his eyes sparkled in the lamplight.
They walked behind Hagrid through the dark and Albus stumbled every so often, while Rose trotted beside him. The giant didn't seem to realize that he was hard to follow. Albus was not surprised at the absence of James. He'd already explained that the first year were always kept separate until they were sorted.

"And yeh, Rose ! Hagrid continued, ''Yeh're the spitting image of your mother ! But yeh've got yer dad's eyes. He sent me an owl there not long ago. He says that yeh have inherited yer mum's intelligence and that I should keep an eye on yeh."

He glanced at Scorpius who walked silently beside them.

"And yeh, Albus if yeh're like yer father, I am likely to go through the mill ! He was a true scoundrel ! Yeh can come down to the hut, one day we will talk 'bout it all over a good tea and homemade cakes !"

Harry and Ron had already spoken of those homemade cakes to Rose and Albus. They winced but in the dark no one noticed.

"Of course, Hagrid," Albus replied politely.

Rose nudged her cousin's ribs and he shrugged his shoulders. They would only give the cookies to Fang.

"And that's Hogwarts !" exclaimed the giant.

The castle was hung on a mountaintop overlooking the dark lake. James was not lying when he said it was huge. Albus already imagined he was going to be lost in that enormous castle.

"Go, go, hurry! Keep it four to a boat !"

They climbed into a canoe with Scorpius and a livid boy who told them that he was seasick The prospect of boarding a boat did not seem to enchant him. Then, by some unseen force, all the boats slipped across the black water. All heads were turned toward Hogwarts which sparkled from its perch atop the cliff.
The boats crossed through a cascade of ivy and into a wet, musty tunnel. They collided gently the bedrock of the underground creek. The students jumped to the ground with one movement and the boy who had made the journey with Albus, Rose and Scorpius queasily put a hand over his mouth. He did not really seem as though he'd enjoyed the trip.

"Hurry up !" Hagrid urged them.

They climbed up after him in a passage carved into the mountain and Albus could not help imagining that it was the way his father had ascending into the castle years ago. Then they emerged on a vast, dark lawn which stretched at the foot of the lit castle. They climbed the stairs and the giant struck three times on the door that opened by itself.
A tiny man stood in the doorway. His hair was white, and he had long wrinkled hands. He seemed a little eccentric but his eyes shone with intelligence. Albus could not guess his age.

"Professor Flitwick! These are the first years," said Hagrid with his deep voice.

The little sorcerer stroked his white and bushy beard, staring at the students with a benevolent eye. When he saw Albus and Rose, he smiled broadly, which had the effect of pulling his leathery skin into small furrows across his face. But when his eyes fell on Scorpius, he frowned and clenched his teeth. The Malfoy's son pretended not to have noticed.

"Well, Hagrid, I'll take care of the rest !"

The giant sent a encouraging wink to Albus and Rose and disappeared into the vast hall. Everything was immense and Albus wondered if there was a ceiling beyond the vast darkness above their heads. A marble staircase led upstairs.
Professor Flitwick guided them to a small room. It was much easier to follow him than Hagrid and some students had to concentrate not to scamper past him. Albus heard the exciting atmosphere in the room next door. Rose shook his arm. She was as tense as a fiddler's bow.
The professor recited his usual speech and Rose whispered her own annotations to Albus, in between his breaths. That seemed to calm her.

"Put yourself in line and follow me."

The door opened and all the students applauded as they entered the Great Hall with a brisk walk. The magic ceiling was still there as their parents had described and candles hung in the air like hundreds of shining stars. The long tables of the four houses were surrounded by students. Teachers were sitting at the end of the room, dominating all the hall.
The Ghosts entered the hall as well, laughing as they greeted the students and Albus hoped Peeves would not come. James had told him about that poltergeist. He was, as described, even more obnoxious than himself, but Albus was not so sure about it. Either way, he wasn't looking forward to encountering him. Albus sought his brother among the Gryffindors but failed to see him in the general agitation of students at the table.
Professor Flitwick produced with his wand a stool and the Sorting Hat. Albus felt his stomach tighten and his hands began to tremble. The hat then came to life and began singing its usual anthem and everyone applauded when it had finished. James had once told Albus that in order to be accepted in Gryffindor he had to fight a troll. Uncle Ron had laughed then, saying that his brother Fred had made the same joke in his first year.

"When I call your name, please sit on the stool and put the Hat on your head," announced Flitwick as he unroll the long scroll containing the list of names.

It was there, Albus thought he might vomit in terror and Rose's face betrayed her nervousness. For better or for worse, they would know in which house they would be distributed and where they would have to complete all their schooling. Despite their reservations, what they were certain of was that their years at Hogwarts promised to be exceptional.
Just like those of their parents.