DISCLAIMER: Any person, place, thing, or idea in this story you are familiar with from Harry Potter is not mine. I give all credit to J. K. Rowling.
Prologue
"Make sure you beat him on every test, Rosie," said dad, "Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron, for heaven's sake. Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" mum complained.
"You're right, sorry." Dad should have known better. Mum was always right, and there was no denying her. She knew everything, and you wouldn't dare question her about it. Dad looked at me anxiously, and of course, without thinking, he finished his point. "Don't get too friendly with them though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood." I couldn't understand what was so wrong with him. Mum was about to tell him off when my cousin James ran over, bursting with news. He was out of breath. Between gasps of air he managed to tell us Teddy was snogging Victoire.
As a Weasley, my family is naturally huge. Teddy's blood relation to us – or more than anything me – is hard to explain, but to put it simply, Teddy is my Uncle Harry's Godson. He is my father's sister's husband's Godfather's mother's brother's daughter's daughter's son. Victoire, on the other hand, is a little easier to explain. She is one of my cousins on my dad's side, seeing as Mum was an only child. Dad is the youngest boy in his family of seven kids. His oldest brother, Bill, married a girl he met at Gringotts, and eventually had Victoire.
"Our Teddy!" James exclaimed, "Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing–"
Aunt Ginny cut him off, "You interrupted them? You are so like Ron–"
At this point I chose to head off to find an empty compartment so James his brother Albus, I could sit together. Taking my things with me, I shuffled to the train, passing several watery-eyed mothers along the way. Upon reaching the train, I lifted my trunk up to the corridor, but with vast difficulty.
"Here, let me help you with that." Suddenly, my trunk slid up onto the train, causing me to nearly fall over.
I looked up in confusion to find a boy standing in the corridor, my trunk at his feet. He had medium long hair that framed his face nicely. It was pale blonde, almost white, in color. It may have just been the awkward lighting, or just their brilliant golden brown color, but his eyes seemed to sparkle. His smile was dazzling and genuine, giving me the impression he was very happy to see me, and I'll admit, he did look slightly familiar, but we'd never met before. He was wearing his Hogwarts robes, most unlike anyone else but me, and he held out his left hand, for me to take I assumed.
I took his hand, and his strength surprised me. He pulled me up onto the train so easily, it felt as if I were flying. It really shouldn't have surprised me, though, seeing as he just lifted my 50 pound trunk like it was a mouse.
"Thank you," I said shakily. His sudden appearance's effect on me still hadn't worn off yet.
"No problem," he replied, still smiling. "I'm Scorpius, by the way. Scorpius Malfoy."
I gasped. Scorpius? Malfoy? The boy my father just told me to avoid at all costs? I knew I'd seen him somewhere, but I never expected to meet him this way. He stood staring at me. His smile was starting to fade, and a confused and slightly concerned look crossed his face. I decided not to ignore him and introduce myself as well.
"Er, I'm Rose. Rose Weasley."
He looked surprised, "Weasley? As in Harry Potter's best friend Weasley?" This guy was good.
"Er…yes. He's my dad actually. Ron, is his name. My mum is Hermione and Harry is actually my uncle. The Golden Trio," I filled him in.
"Oh." He looked disappointed. My face seemed to ask the question in my head, because he answered it. "My father is pretty much your family's biggest enemy, besides You-Know-Who."
"Oh," I echoed.
"But that doesn't mean we can't be friends. I tend to disagree with my dad a lot. I might not even make it to Slytherin." He paused to pick up my trunk. "Why don't you come into my compartment? Of course, if you were planning to meet someone…" I glanced back to my family: Uncle Harry was leaning over to talk to a rather flustered Albus; Aunt Ginny was waving to someone on the train, James I assumed; Mum and Dad were talking to Hugo, possible about how he would leave on the train next year.
"Uh, thanks, but I have to go sit with my cousins and brother. It was nice meeting you though."
"Not a problem. Maybe we'll see each other at the sorting ceremony." He smiled again, and, not being able to help myself, I smiled back.
Albus came up behind me, "Come on, Rose, James is waiting!" Albus jumped up into the carriage, and Aunt Ginny closed the door behind him. He raced past me and down the corridor, his trunks trailing behind. I smiled again at Scorpius and rushed after him. Maybe he wasn't as bad as Dad made him out to be. I reached the compartment and James helped me put my trunk on the rack above the seats. Albus pated the seat beside him, next to the window, and I sat down. He leaned out the window to wave to his parents, and I followed him. We leaned out the window and Albus noticed all the heads turned in our parent's direction.
"Why are they all staring?" he inquired. At this, James got up to join us.
"Don't let it worry you. It's me. I'm extremely famous," Dad answered. Knowing the truth, I laughed. Albus, Hugo, and Lily laughed as well. Uncle Harry followed our window as the train started to move. He waved to Albus, who waved back, a look of sheer excitement on his face. He was still waving when the train turned the corner.
So...this is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it :)
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