Author's Note: Hi! My name is Felicity Moon. I love Harry Potter, though I own nothing. This is my first published fanfiction, so please review! Thank you! More chapters coming soon, hopefully.
I wrenched open the very last compartment and sighed with relief. Empty! I thought. I walked in and sat down, Rose sitting down next to the window, so that the sunlight fell on her curly, dark red hair; Her pale freckled skin bringing out the stunning golden eyes, with flecks of deep blue. I'm her cousin, by the way, so none of this is creepy. It was all going quite well, at least until Rose and I turned towards the bench opposite and screamed like girls. (Alright, so Rosie is TECHNICALLY an actual girl, but she doesn't act like one, so screaming like that was still weird. Okay, sorry, back to the story.)
A white-blonde head shot up from the pitch black cloak, silver-grey eyes wide as the boy yelled out something about banshees. We all shut up as we finally recognized each other. Rose Weasley and I, Albus Potter, were sitting across from none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Rose and I stood up abruptly.
"Sorry, wrong compartment." I said bluntly.
We were about to leave the compartment, until a tiny, soft voice froze me in my tracks.
"Please don't go… I'm all alone"
We turned slowly around, and it dawned on me that he was alone.
"Why are you alone?" Rose asked curiously.
Scorpius sniffed. "I'm alone because I wouldn't make fun of a mudblood, okay?" He replied.
Rose and I sat down, and from that day forward, we were best friends.
Scorpius POV
Leave it to me to ruin my family's long, worked for reputation in just one short train ride. I always mess things up. I am NOT apologizing, though! They were really nice, actually. Rose complained about her frizzy hair about six billion times, and though I didn't say anything, I thought it was quite pretty. She thought my eyes were super cool. I know that because she said so. She has a way of stating everything that she thinks. I like that about her too. Albus Potter seems okay as well. We talked Quidditch team for a while, debating whether the Tutshill Tornadoes or the Chudley Cannons would win.
At least I got one thing right. I did get sorted into Slytherin. So did Al. His brother didn't seem too happy. Rose got Gryffindor, and she looked kind of bummed, since of the three of us, she was all alone. Slytherins are really rude. They said absolutely nothing to either of us when we sat down. Well, except for Ravenna Zabini. She's our Prefect.
Me and Al got beds right next to each other. I think he was crying a little when he wrote his letter home. Let's hope he beat James Potter to it!
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