Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the Next Generation, or any of the characters mentioned in Deathly Hallows. I do, however, own Frank Longbottom II and Alice Longbottom II, as well as Cassie Malfoy and any other characters that were not mentioned or named by J.K. Rowling.
Scorpius's Point of View
The first and most obvious thing that I can say about the Weasley/Potter clan is that they are a huge bunch.
I knew that from the moment that I saw them on the Platform the year that my father dropped me off for my first year at Hogwarts. I had looked over at them all standing there and chatting, and the sight that had met my eyes had been simultaneously overwhelming and comforting.
They had been in small groups bunched together into one big group.
The first was unmistakable, with two adults and three children. The man of the first group had raven-colored hair, bright green eyes, and an unmistakable scar on his forehead: it was Harry Potter. The woman next to him had auburn hair and brown eyes, and must have been his wife, Ginny Weasley-Potter. I knew from what my father said at home that the three children with them were there children, James Potter II, Albus Potter, and Lily Potter II. The first was a year older than me, the second the same age, and the third was two years younger.
The second group was slightly less obvious, but still unmistakable. The man was obviously from the famous Weasley family, with red hair that was almost orange. He had freckles and, though he was too far away to tell what color his eyes were, by the woman standing next to him I could determine that he was Ron Weasley. His wife, Hermione Granger-Weasley, had mousy brown hair that was pulled up into a messy bun and held tight to two children who I knew to be Rose Weasley (my age) and Hugo Weasley. Rose had Weasley red hair but other than that she looked exactly like her mother, with bushy hair and a round face like the woman next to her. Hugo looked more like his father, with the same hair color and same freckles.
The third group I noticed came up to the first two about ten minutes after they arrived, and were it not for the fact that the man was missing an ear and the woman was dark skinned, I wouldn't have been able to truly tell who it was. But, as they did have these tell-tale signs, I was able to tell that they were in fact George and Angelina Weasley. With them they had two children, one boy and one girl that I couldn't remember the names of. The boy had fair skin, freckles, and red hair like his father, while the girl took after her mother in looks. The boy seemed to be a year or so older than me, and the girl about the same age as young Lily Potter.
The next group that came up was easy to recognize, mainly by the woman, who had blonde hair, unlike the rest of the clan, and who I was able to recognize as Fleur Weasley, the wife of Bill Weasley. I only saw two children with them, but I could have sworn that I vaguely remembered there being three. With the adults were a girl and a boy, the girl seeming to look like a carbon copy of her mother except for her strawberry blonde hair coloring, while the boy looked like his father, with slightly lighter red in his hair coloring. The girl and boy seemed to be around fifteen and thirteen respectively.
The last group to come was, by deduction, Percy Weasley and his muggleborn (my father had stopped using the word Mudblood after the war) wife, Audrey Weasley. I saw that they had two girls who undoubtedly looked like their father, with Weasley hair and freckles, and were around thirteen and nine respectively. I believe that one of them was named Mandy or something like that, though I couldn't quite remember.
As I watched the group all come together, I realized another thing about them all as well. They were smiling at each other and talking and laughing as though they were old friends, not relatives. They engulfed each other in hugs, talked animatedly, and the children even began to run around the train station together, playing and having a good time.
In my family, we don't usually get to do that. Oh yeah, in case you haven't figured it out yet, the person currently speaking is Scorpius Malfoy, and my father would be the one and only Draco Malfoy.
In my family, when we (rarely) come together as a whole, it's usually full of insincere pleasantries, sneers, and fake smiles. I don't like to play with many of my cousins for the simple reason that, unlike my own father, their parents apparently never taught them that Mudblood is a rude word and they insist on using it in every other word of a conversation.
The third thing that I learned about the Potter/Weasley family happened after we got onto the train for school.
I had a bit of trouble finding a seat, so when I final came to a compartment, I was surprised to see that every single one of them from third year down was there. I tentatively popped my head in and looked at them for a moment before finally finding the courage to speak, by which time all eyes were on me.
"Hello," I said. "Um, I was wondering if there was any extra room in here. Everywhere else is full."
The boy that I had previously identified as Albus Potter was the first one to answer. "Of course," he said, smiling. "Come on, come sit down and you can introduce yourself to everybody."
As I sat down, I looked around me at the five or so Weasley/Potters that were already sitting there and breathed deeply for a moment before speaking. "My name is Scorpius Malfoy," I said quietly.
I don't know what I expected to hear then, probably a chorus of horrified gasps and shoves out of the compartment, but this did not happen. Instead, all of the children there simply nodded, and the girl I had thought to be Rose Weasley spoke.
"Nice to meet you Scorpius," she said. "My name is Rose, and I'm a first year along with Albus; there's James and Fred, who are best mates and second years; and then we have Louis, who is a third year." Every time that she said a new name she pointed to one of the children sitting around her.
"It's nice to meet all of you," I said. I debated asking the question that was now burning at my curiosity, but eventually I decided to get on and do it. "Why are you all being so nice to me?" I asked. "Nobody likes me when they learn who my dad is."
"Because," said James. "My dad told me all about what happened in the war, or at least an edited version and he said that your grandmum Narcissa and your father both helped him win; your dad in small ways perhaps, but I suppose he had no real option, and your grandmum did, so as far as I'm concerned I have no problem with your family, and much less you."
Suddenly Fred smirked from his seat next to James. "That is, until you do something to make us not like you, at which point you'll have the whole family to answer to."
I gulped audibly, and all of the kids laughed. "Anyway," I said after a moment. "I'll be back. I'm going to go see if I can get a snack off the trolley."
"Me too!" cried Albus from his seat, and then before I knew it me and him were on our way to the trolley, talking animatedly to each other along the way.
Nothing happened until we were making our way back, when we ran into another set of first years that Albus seemed to know, a boy and a girl with round faces and brown hair, and Albus began talking to them.
"Hey Frank!" he said happily before looking at the girl, who promptly blushed. "Hey Alice." He ended the sentence with a wink in the girl's direction before turning to me. "This is Frank and Alice Longbottom," he introduced. "Twins in our year. Their dad is the Herbology professor."
During the whole conversation, watching Albus interact with the almost-swooning girl in front of us, I realized the most important thing that I had learned about the Weasley/Potters thus far.
Albus Severus Potter was never going to be allowed to go anywhere near my little sister.
