A/N: Okay, so this is my attempt at fixing the sad excuse of an epilogue that JK Rowling stuck us with. I'm not sure if I plan on doing a series, or one gigantic super novel, but here's the first chapter. :D I'll post when I can, but my computer is still broken, so there might be a bit of a wait between chapters. Sorry about that in advance.

Year One, 1

Scorpius Malfoy stood on Platform 9 ¾ , discreetly squeezing his mother's hand. He was trying desperately not to show how overwhelmed he was by the goings on near the Hogwarts Express, but he wasn't sure how good a job he was doing.

His father glanced down at him and grinned. To anyone else, Scorpius would appear cool and collected; the perfect young Malfoy. Draco, however, knew better. The boy was breathing erratically, quivering, and, although masking it admirably from lookers-on, the elder Malfoy could see his son gripping his wife's hand like a vice. He was terrified.

Lucretia could feel her son's nerves as well. "All right, munchkin?" she asked gently. Draco turned his head to roll his eyes, but was mildly pleased. At least what the woman lacked in personality she made up for in motherly devotion.

"Mother!" Scorpius said, horrified. "Do not call me 'munchkin' in public! Or ever, as a matter of fact."

Draco had to suppress a laugh. Scorpius sounded just like he had at that age – disdainful and superior.

Lucretia's eyes twinkled. "Oh, I do apologize, young Master Malfoy," she said solemnly.

Scorpius turned to his father, affronted. "Father, she's mocking me. Do something about it, please." Draco noted that he was still holding on to Lucretia's hand.

"Of course," he said. "What do you suggest?" The question was the perfect deflection; it made it seem like he was playing along, but negating all need for actual interaction with his wife.

"Oh, I don't know," Scorpius sighed, glancing around. He was very good at feigning boredom.

"Shall I send her away?" his father asked lightly, although entirely willing to follow through. He didn't have to be looking to know that Lucretia had bristled.

"No!" Scorpius said, louder than he'd intended. Several people looked their way, and he flushed, pink prettily tingeing his paper white skin. "I mean, that won't be necessary."

Draco smiled fondly, masking his disappointment. He glanced toward a rather large group of people who were making a lot of noise and froze. As Scorpius watched, the smile melted off of Draco's face and his father stiffened, straightening up and squaring his shoulders. The young blonde leaned forward, around his much taller ditto, to see what had caused the change. What he saw surprised him.

Fifty or so yards away stood a loud, happy-looking group of eight – four adults and four children, two of whom looked to be first years like himself. Two of the adults and the two female children had flaming red hair. The other man had hair as black as the soot swirling around them and just as messy, and the woman had bushy brown hair. The younger of the two boys also had curly brown hair, and the one about his age – well, it was hard to tell. The older boy's hair was black in some places, brownish in others, and reddish brown in still more. It was like it hadn't known what color to pick, so it chose all three.

The pack seemed harmless enough, so Scorpius was confused at his father's reaction. He was going to ask about it when the black haired man and the red haired man caught sight of them. Their response was much like Draco's.

The red haired man said something and the elder boy and girl looked their way too. They both looked as confused as he felt, which made him feel better about being in the dark – at least he wasn't the only one. They stared at one another for a few moments until another boy, this one with black hair and looking perhaps a year older than Scorpius, came running up to the group, shouting something about someone called Teddy snogging someone else. Scorpius rolled his eyes and looked away, although he wondered if it was the same Teddy he knew.

The train's whistle sounded and the scramble to board became even more chaotic. Scorpius reluctantly let go of his mother's hand and allowed her to hug him. "Good luck, munchkin," she whispered, and oddly enough, he didn't mind this time. "We'll see you at Christmas."

"Bye, Mum," he said quietly before turning to his father.

Draco had recovered himself enough to give his son a proper farewell. He stooped down and enveloped the boy in a huge hug. "Knock 'em dead, Score," he said, smiling.

"Um, Dad?" Scorpius whispered. "What if I'm not in Slytherin?"

Draco ruffled the boy's hair affectionately, knowing it wouldn't upset him. Unlike himself, the younger Malfoy preferred his hair messy. "Don't worry. It's not as if I'll disown you if you aren't. Just, please. Don't be in Hufflepuff."

Scorpius gulped and looked almost like he would burst into tears. Draco laughed. "I'm joking. You'll be brilliant no matter what House you're in." He kissed the boy's forehead. "Now go!"

Scorpius hugged his father one last time, and ran, managing to catch the train right before it pulled away. He stood there and waved until they had pulled around the bend and his parents were no longer in sight. Sighing, he moved deeper into the train, looking for a place to sit.