The Silver Trio

Rose Weasley and Albus Potter are just as famous as their parents – for doing absolutely nothing. Scorpius Malfoy is just as famous – but for all the wrong reasons. So when the three are finally eleven and beginning Hogwarts, they're bound to be enemies, right?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I wish I did, because then there would be a book on the Next Generation too. Sadly, JK didn't agree with me

AN: Re-editing and posting all my stories once again with slight modifications. I always find when I read back my stories that I'm unhappy with what I wrote 2/3 years ago. Below, is an explanation to why it's been so long since I last updated on this site.

I would love to reply to all the reviews I've received in the past 2/3 years since I've updated but I have a feeling it would be a chapter within itself! So firstly I'd like to start off by saying thank you to everyone who's taken the time to review anything I've ever written.

I'd like to apologise for not updated in so long, it's a bit ridiculous how long actually. It's easier to start at the beginning: 2/3 years ago I was diagnosed with something which changed my life, and I kept meaning to return, but with everything going on in my life it was really hard and I just wanted to focus on myself for a while. And even though my life will be very very busy over the next year (applying to universities is so hard!), I will gradually be starting to update all my fanfictions again because I do miss writing and I still have so many ideas and plots written out. Hopefully you can all support this decision and be patient with me!

Sorting Hat is in italic.

Albus thinking to the Sorting Hat is in bold.

Chapter One: Rose, Scorpius and Albus

(Rose POV)

"So that's little Scorpius," Dad said under his breath as we stared over at another family on the platform. The Malfoys. A small family compared to the size of the Weasley brood: an older blonde man, a petite brunette woman and a blonde boy who looked about my age. Our supposed sworn enemies. Not that I cared for all that stuff. Scorpius Malfoy looked… interesting.

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains," Dad continued, a smile growing on his face. "Ron, for heaven's sake," Mum said sternly, though I could tell by the way the corners of her mouth were quivering slightly that she was on the verge of giggles. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," Dad said, holding his hands up in supposed surrender as he grinned at me. "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie," he couldn't help but add, winking at me. "Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."

I flushed, but all attention was taken off me as James ran towards us, yelling and waving his hands around, yelling about our eldest cousin Victoire and Teddy, and how he'd caught them snogging. I saw Albus grin at me from behind his father, and I rolled my eyes in response; I'd told him ages ago about how Victoire and Teddy were obviously secretly dating, trust James, his idiotic older brother, to be late on the update.

I turned one last time to look at the Malfoy boy. He was just about the palest person I'd ever seen, and that was including Uncle Harry and Albus, his skin was a chalk-white, as if he'd never caught a glimpse of sunshine and spent all his time indoors. He was quite small for our age, just a bit taller than me, which meant he was about 5'1. He had platinum blonde hair, like his father; but his wasn't gelled back, leaving it all soft and floppy.

Our eyes met, and I grinned, making him blush and turn around. I was used to people blushing, I was a Weasley after all and had inherited that blasted blush myself, but something about adding a pink tinge to Scorpius Malfoy's pale skin made me feel all tingly inside.

Especially because it had been me that had caused him to blush.

(Scorpius POV)

I sat in the compartment by myself, reading quietly. Dad had been wrong. He'd claimed I would have many friends – all of the children of his friends, and more. But Aria Zabini was nothing like me. She was loud and popular, and already surrounded by friends. Her brother Jono was already a seventh year Prefect, I'd seen him patrolling the train as I'd gotten on. And Luther Goyle was hardly my type of friend. Though his looks didn't give that impression, he was tough and just… scary. Plus, he also happened to be a third year, so like Jono, there was very little chance I'd end up being friends with either of them.

So I'd found my own apartment. No one wanted to sit next to me, sneering at me once they'd recognized me as the son of Draco Malfoy. I wasn't in the mood to be judged for mistakes my father had made in the past, so I'd decided to sit by myself.

"Haha, James is such a freak! God, you told me about Ted and Tori ages ago!"

I looked up as the boy my father had pointed out as Albus Potter burst into my compartment, laughing merrily. But he stopped abruptly when he caught sight of me and glared at me with his bright green eyes.

"Al!" someone behind Potter squeaked. "Why have you stopped?"

A head bobbed up from behind Potter's shoulder, and I recognised the pretty girl my father had pointed out on the platform. Rose Weasley. She looked even prettier up close. Her hair was curly and a dazzling red, much darker than the other Weasleys' hair. Her eyes were big and golden-brown, and she had the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen. She had clear porcelain skin, with only the lightest of freckles dusting her cute little nose and apples of her cheeks.

She rolled her big brown eyes and punched Potter's shoulder. "Honestly, Al," she sighed, moving to his side so she was visible. She lowered her voice, in an attempt so I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Rose Weasley did not have the ability to whisper. "You're so bloody prejudiced! Didn't you hear what mum said today? And what she's said all those times before? Scorpius may not be his parents. You shouldn't judge him for what they've done."

I smiled up at her gratefully. She seemed to like me smiling at her and grinned back, sitting down next to me, her brown eyes twinkling happily. "Macbeth, huh? One of my favourite pieces of Muggle literature. William Shakespeare was such a compelling writer. Mummy and Daddy took me to England for my last birthday and I was lucky enough to see one of his plays acted out. Midsummer's Night Dream… have you read it?"

"Um… yeah, I have. I love Shakespeare too. I wish I could read more of his work. Macbeth and Midsummer's Night Dream are the only ones I've read. My grandfather doesn't approve anything to do with Muggles, so my mum bought me to Muggle London for a day, so I could buy them," I replied. I breathed in, inhaling air through my nose. That was the longest I'd ever spoken. Ever.

Potter smirked as he saw me fidgeting uncomfortably. While Rose had been speaking, he'd plonked himself into the seat opposite us. His smirk got wider as I stopped talking and there was an awkward silence. "So…" I said, hoping to get a conversation started again. This whole concept of making friends was new to me, after spending eleven years in solidarity. "What houses do you wanna be in?"

Potter scoffed, and pushed back his jet-black hair with his hand. "Gryffindor, of course. Dad was in there, Mum was in there, and all the Weasleys go to Gryffindor. Our cousins are in there too… plus, all the hot chicks go to Gryffindor." He waggled his eyebrows and Rose hit him, properly this time.

"Albus Severus Potter!" she said sharply (I made a mental note of his name, it was nearly as bad as Scorpius). She waved her arms about animatedly as she talked, and I felt the corners of my mouth instinctively twitch upwards into a smile at the sight of it. "Your looks do not determine what house you end up in!"

I turned to her, raising an eyebrow and pushing my glasses further up my nose. I couldn't stand my glasses, and I only ever wore them when I was reading because I was worried about looking geeky. Only, for some reason, I didn't mind wearing them in front of her. "I take it you don't want to be a Gryffindor then?' Rose cocked her head to one side, pursing her pink lips slightly, and I could tell she was thinking it through thoroughly.

"Well… I wouldn't mind any house to be honest. On one hand I want to be a Gryffindor, and make Mum and Dad and all my cousins and family proud. But I also want to be different… maybe be in another house?" She stopped as Potter scoffed, and shot him an annoyed look, folding her arms across her chest. "But really, I just want to go to Hogwarts and start lessons! I can't wait!" She raised her eyebrow and asked, "What house do you want to be in, Scorpius?"

"Slytherin, I bet," Potter said, cutting in before I'd even opened my mouth. "Off to slum in the Slytherin Dungeons and be a Death Eater like Daddy." Rose's look instantly turned venomous and she opened her mouth to retort, but to my own surprise, I'd beat her to it, tired of the youngest Potter boy. His father may have saved the Wizarding World, but that was no excuse for him to act like an arse.

"Whatever house the Sorting Hat decides, it will be for my personality – not my name or family history."

Rose blinked in astonishment, and Potter looked like he'd lost any ability to speak at all, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Rose nodded her head, so her red curls bounced and beamed at me proudly. "He's right. Scorpius, you are absolutely right. Albus, that was way out of line, and if I were Scorpius, I would have yelled at you and hexed you until you begged for mercy."

I nudged her side softly. "I'd better not get on your bad side, huh, Weasley?"

She nudged me back, a playful look in her brown eyes. "Very smart, Malfoy. You catch on fast."

(Albus POV)

I stood in the line to be sorted, folding my arms across my chest. Malfoy stood in front of me, fidgeting nervously. Great.

Rose wanted to be the pale freak's friend, which is weird, but not my problem. As long as she didn't start thinking I was going to be his friend just because she wanted to be, completely going against what her father had told her on the platform. Honestly. Me and Rose (or Rose and I, as she'd correct me) have been inseparable best friends for years and years. I'm only two months older than her, the smallest age gap between any of the Weasley cousins (apart from Fred and Roxy), a sure explanation for why the two of us have practically been joined at the hip since birth.

But then we walk into Malfoy's compartment, and she expects us to be all friendly with the enemy, just because he has no friends of his own. Typical kind-hearted Rose, wanting to make friends with everyone and make sure everyone's happy. I hate her and love her for it at the same time.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at her. Poor girl. It's typical that someone as eager to be sorted as Rose is nearly the last person in line. She probably is cursing the Weasley surname right now.

But to be fair, she wasn't as bad as I'd thought she would be. She was tapping her foot impatiently, looking down and twirling some of her red hair around her finger, but I'd thought there would be nail biting and a full on tantrum (granted, we were younger when she did those, she hasn't bitten a nail since we were five).

"Malfoy, Scorpius."

Whispers of shock and horror echoed through the Great Hall as the son of one of the most prominent Death Eaters' name was called out. I saw James, Fred and Louis nudge each other over at the Gryffindor table, heads snapping up attentively. Lucy looked like she was going to nibble her lip off, whilst Roxy (nearly as feisty as Rose) was glaring in his direction. Even Dominique's lips were pursed, while her older sister Victoire just looked nervous. Similar reactions were mirrored throughout the Great Hall.

But at the Slytherin table, it was the complete opposite. There were cheers and catcalls and whoops. I saw the Slytherin prefects grin at one another. There was a fat boy, who looked a bit older than James, smiling broadly. Three girls in James' year batted their eyelashes and waved at him, while the Prefects muttered amongst themselves, not taking their eyes off the boy.

I rolled my eyes as Malfoy walked onto the platform, shaking nervously. What was the big deal about Malfoy? Sure, his father and grandfather were Death Eaters, so what? My dad saved the world (along with Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron), and my mum had helped restart Dumbledore's Army. I was twice as good as him; my parents were at least famous for the right reasons. The pale, wimpy, skinny boy (did I mention he was pale, skinny and wore glasses?) hardly compared to me, Albus Potter (aka Greek God).

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherins began cheering, but the other houses exchanged fearful looks, obviously worried history would repeat itself with a Malfoy in Hogwarts. I could see my cousins with faces of thunder (minus Tori, the bloody saint, who just looked a bit anxious).

I turned around, and smirked at Rose. I told you so, I mouthed at her. She rolled her eyes and clapped anyway, smiling over at the Slytherin table. It seemed I wasn't the only one who'd noticed this. Roxy raised her eyebrows in surprise. Victoire now looked like she was going to faint, while Dominique almost fell off the bench she was sat on. James, Fred and Louis looked set to explode. And everyone in the Great Hall were nudging and whispering, their attention now on my petite cousin.

Barely anyone paid attention as "Page, Victoria" was sorted into "Ravenclaw!" The poor girl. Maybe, in our later years, I would bring it up in an attempt to flirt/talk with the pretty Muggleborn, when her pageboy haircut grew out. Maybe she'd be a bit more attractive then.

"Potter, Albus."

"About bloody time!" Fred yelled out, clapping his hands and hooting.

"Go Albus!" Louis cheered, grinning and pumping his fist in the air.

"That's my baby brother!" James shouted, stomping his feet.

"POTTER, POTTER, POTTER!"

"SILENCE!" Professor McGonagall screeched, motioning for me to sit down as she glared over at my three relatives, who simultaneously stopped cheering. I grinned over at them, before lowering myself onto the stool, a smirk on my face.

So, you're Albus. The second Potter child. You're rather different from your cousins and brother.

What do you mean?

I mean you're cocky. Very cocky.

James, Louis and Fred are cocky! Plus, I have a reason to be cocky. Unlike Malfoy.

You dislike the Malfoy boy? Why?

He's a MALFOY.

So? He seems to be very fond of your cousin Rose.

Ew.

I think it's sweet.

Maybe when you were first made.

That's very rude.

I know.

You're very confident.

Yes.

And cunning.

How?

You're going to try and stop Scorpius being friends with Rose.

How did you –

Definitely not Ravenclaw then. I can read your thoughts, braniac.

I sense sarcasm.

Maybe you aren't so stupid.

I'm not!

Why would you want to stop Scorpius being friends with Rose. That's horrible.

Can you just put me in Gryffindor already? I know you will – all Weasleys and Potters are Gryffindors, and have been for centuries.

You don't have the right potential.

How dare you! What do you mean?

You're rather eager to impress. But you're cocky, confident and cunning. Those traits will put you into…

Wait, what are you doing?

"…SLYTHERIN!"

For the first time during the whole Sorting, there was complete and utter silence in the Great Hall. I'd never seen so many people's mouths drop open at once. I'd never seen Fred speechless. I'd never seen Louis not smiling. And I'd never seen James staring at me with disbelief in his eyes; no matter how much he teased me about potentially being in Slytherin, it was clear he didn't actually think I was going to be sorted into the house of Dark witches and wizards.

Professor Longbottom put a hand on my shoulder, and I took this as my cue to begin the walk over to the Slytherin table. I couldn't believe it. Apparently, neither could my brain. My legs were close to buckling beneath me, as if my mind and body were slowly shutting down. I felt my cheeks heating up, and tears welling up in my eyes as my footsteps echoed through the hall, everyone's eyes on me. I couldn't even bear to look up, bile rising in my throat; how was I supposed to write home and announce I was in Slytherin? How? It was when I sat down gingerly on the Slytherin bench that all hell broke loose.

"RE-TAKE!"
"HE CAN'T BE IN SLYTHERIN!"

"NO WAY!"

"HE'S A GRYFFINDOR, THROUGH AND THROUGH!"

"HE'S A POTTER, HE DOESN'T BELONG THERE!"

"DO IT AGAIN!"
"IT'S A MISTAKE!"

"SILENCE!" Professor McGonagall screeched for the second time. But even she looked shocked, her hands shaking. She wasn't the only one, some of these people had been in my life since birth and they were staring at me like I'd suddenly turned into a centaur. Hagrid stared at me in disbelief, his beetle-black eyes widened in shock. Professor Longbottom, my godfather – Uncle Neville, who had given me my first Remembrall, looked scared of me.

I didn't pay attention to any other sortings. I sat at the Slytherin table, fists clenched and shaking with suppressed feeling. My heart was beating quickly and I had to occasionally pinch myself hard to stop myself crying, turning away from Malfoy, sat next to me, because I didn't want him to see me as a weak link. It was only when I heard "Weasley, Rose" that my head snapped up attentively.

Rose was going to be a Gryffindor. She was fiery, wild, brave… and extremely loyal. I could see everyone, all my family, friends and everyone else in the Great Hall, nodding their heads and mouthing 'Gryffindor' to one another. She had all the characteristics of a generic Weasley, and so many more.

She wasn't going to be in the same house as me. All the vows we'd promised to one another were for nothing, about sticking together for the next seven years. The second the hat touched her head, it would yell 'Gryffindor', and the second it did would be the end of my close bond with my favourite cousin and person in the entire world.

But to my surprise, it didn't. Rose sat there for about ten minutes and by the way she was sitting, I could see her hands waving around animatedly, they way they always did when she was having an in-depth conversation, and you could see a big smile on the bottom half of her face.

My cousins and friends over at the Gryffindor table looked worried. They'd thought Rose and I would join the rest of the family. Everyone had assumed that the second the Sorting Hat hovered over her head that she'd be sorted into Gryffindor, and had hoped the same for me. But I hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor. I'd broken tradition. And Rose… well, it didn't look like it was going to be good or bad at the moment. As long as it wasn't –

"SLYTHERIN!"

There was another silence in the Great Hall. But unlike me, Rose seemed… happy at the choice that had been made. She beamed, took the hat off her head and skipped down to sit next to Malfoy and me. I mean, I.