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Chapter 1

I can't believe it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I was quite sure that this was all a dream. There was no way that this was my school. My mum had told me all about how lovely it was, but lovely couldn't even begin to describe it. For once in my life, I, Rose Lavender Weasley, was at a loss for words. Which is something that couldn't be often said.

We drew nearer to the castle, and I glanced over to Al, my cousin, he looked just as amazed as I did. His eyes were fixed upon the magnificient castle. It was then that I realized how close we were to the castle.

Sometimes, when I get excited, I tend to get a little clumsy, and as I stepped out of the boat, I nearly lost my balance. I was fortunate enough that the boat was already on the shore of the lake.

One girl wasn't as lucky.

She tripped while trying to get out and fell into the chilly, September waters. She was near enough to the shore that she could grab my hand, and so without really thinking about it a extended my hand out for her to grab.

She grabbed it thankfully and I helped pull her up to shore. I knew a spell that could dry her off, but I knew that it would be too advanced considering it was near the end of my book, The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk. I had practiced the easier ones at the beginning of the book, but no more than that. I wanted to try the other spells later.

As soon as I had helped pull the girl up to shore it was time to enter into the castle.

Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwart's gamekeeper knocked on the big oak door.

The door opened and the first years all clambered inside.

"Here yeh are, Professor Longbottom. The firs' years." said Hagrid.

"Thanks Hagrid, You can go on ahead." said Professor Longbottom, or as I knew him, Neville. He and his wife Hannah often would come by to visit during Christmas holidays. It would take some getting used to calling him Professor Longbottom.

He led us through the door and into the entrance hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" said Professor Longbottom happily, "In just a few moments, we'll go into the Great hall and you will be sorted into your Houses. They're are four different Houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. You can earn points for your House by any triumphs." He paused, "But, make sure you don't break any rules or you'll lose points for your House." He added looking pointedly at Al and me.

We nearly giggled, but then we remembered what would be happening in a few minutes, and my stomach began to churn.

Noticing the nervous looks of everyone, he smiled brightly and added, "Not to worry, it'll be over before you know it." and then he left.

I glanced around the corridor worringly, I noticed the boy who my dad had told me to beat on every test.

Though nearly everyone in the family had forgiven the Malfoy family, my father was still very prejudiced. He still wouldn't forgive them easily.

I realized that I was staring and quickly looked away. I was hopeful that he hadn't caught me, but with my luck I'm sure that he did.

I sighed, and looked over to Al, who was taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. Besides my uncle and possibly my aunt, I was the only one he had told of his fear of being in Slytherin. Of course, I was scared of being in it also, which I had told him, but you could tell that he was genuinly scared about being in it.

I think that it's mostly from the fact that his father was Gryffindor Pride, The Chosen One, who defeated the worst Slytherin ever, Voldemort.

What would people say if Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter's own son, was put in Slytherin?

I prayed that all of his fear would be in vain, and he wouldn't be put in Slytherin. I didn't know what Uncle Harry had told him at platform 9 3/4, but I hoped that it would help him with his sorting.

Sometimes I'll get so caught up in my thoughts that I forget what I'm doing at stare at something or someone that I don't want to stare at, and that's exactly what happened.

I found myself looking at him again, and he was looking right back at me.

Scorpius Malfoy.

I cringed. I saw him try to hide his smile. I think I was beginning to hate him.

And, hate was a very strong word.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading my first chapter of my first fanfiction! It's really appreciated! Please review! I'll reply to any questions in my next chapter...Or maybe sooner... nevermind, just whenever I get around to it. Well, anyways, thank you for reading!