Author's note: Hello, lovely readers! Thanks for checking out this story, and hopefully, reviewing! A few things you should know before we begin:
If you enjoy Scorpius/Lily or Albus/Scorpius or even Albus/Rose (ew… cousincest) and don't like Scorpius/Rose, you're in the wrong place. This is obviously, if you read the summary, a ScoRose fic.
This story will take place in Rose's, Albus's, and Scorpius's 1st, 5th, 6th, and 7th years. I would write more, but extremely long stories and I don't really mix. I get a new idea to quickly, and have a strict policy of not writing more than one story at once. My longest story is 28 chapters, and I could never write a fanfiction story that's over 50 chapters, as so people do. :)
I am an extremely fast updater, ask any of my past reviewers. :) I promise never to go more than 7 days (usually, it's less than that, but I like to give myself wiggle room), and if I do, feel free to yell at me.
This story will switch between Rose's and Scorpius's pov, and occasionally, Albus's
I love reviews of any kind, even critical ones. (Hint, hint!)
And now, without further ado, let's begin.
Chapter 1: Prejudice
(Scorpius's pov)
"You see Scorpius, we are Malfoys, and Malfoys have been pure-blooded Slytherins for generations. Your Grandfather would be very disappointed in you if you broke the tradition." My father was saying, but I was beginning to tune him out and gaze out the window. I had heard this speech before, and after the first two or three times, it began to bore me. All this talk about "blood purity" and how pure-bloods are more superior to people of any other blood status is all nonsense to me. Most of my family believes this, but not me. My grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, is the worst, though. He makes my father seem like a "blood traitor".
"But we'll be proud of you no matter what house you're in, right, Draco?" My mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. Apparently, my father had been talking about how Slytherin was the only house for me. I rolled my eyes. How would he know? I don't recall ever telling him what I valued most in life. Honestly, I don't even know what I value most.
"Absolutely!" my father replied.
Soon afterwards, we arrived at King's Cross Station. Since I was only starting my first year, I hadn't been to King's Cross before, and I was surprised when we crashed through the barrier between platforms nine and ten and ended up on platform nine and three quarters. As usual, people stared at us as we walked through the crowd, but Father kept his head down and attempted to ignore the stares. This is what usually happens when we go out as a family, which isn't very often. The first time I realized this was when my parents took me to Diagon Alley for my eleventh birthday. Usually, only my mother would take me to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, but this year, I begged him to go with as well. Since my father almost always gives me what I want, he agreed.
As we walked the streets of Diagon Alley, people stared at my father, and whispered his name to each other with a great amount of dislike. At home, I asked him about it when he was reading the Daily Prophet, and at his calmest. "Father?" I asked softly.
"Yes, Scorpius?" My father said with a smile as he looked up from his paper.
"Why were people staring at you in Diagon Alley as if you had some sort of disease?"
My father hesitated. "Sit down, Scorpius." He said finally.
I did as I was told, and my father slowly rolled up his sleeve to reveal a mark on his wrist. It was very faded, and took me a few seconds to realize that it appeared to a skull with a snake wrapped around it. "What is that?"
"It's a death mark." Father explained with a sigh. "In my sixth year, I became a death eater. Your grandparents were death eaters as well."
I gasped in surprise, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't believe that my father and my grandparents had been death eaters. "Really? Why?"
My father sighed again, but time, it was longer, and more depressed. "Because, if I didn't, Vol-… Voldemort would kill me. Please, Scorpius, no more questions for tonight." And with that, he dropped the subject.
We stopped as we got closer to the train. As I was getting ready to board it, I noticed that my father was nodding curtly to a group of people some fifty yards away. "Who are they?" I asked.
"No one of your concern." My father replied simply. I attempted to say goodbye to my parents quickly, but Mother just wouldn't let me go. Finally, after I reminded her that the train would leave without me, I was allowed to board.
The train was crowded when I got on. As I walked down the aisle trying to find an empty seat, people stared at me, and every time I paused, I would receive a glare, telling me that I was unwelcome there. Finally, I found a seat with only two occupants in it, a boy with dark, messy hair, and a girl with fiery red hair, both of which seemed to be my age. I was kind of nervous about asking if I could sit with them, but I didn't have any other choice. Taking a deep breath, I asked, "May I sit here?"
Both the boy and the girl looked up, and the boy smiled. "Sure." He said, and I happily took a seat next to him.
Author's note: Thanks for reading the first chapter! Reviews are greatly appreciated! Sorry for any typos, I was in a hurry and really wanted to post this tonight. Future chapters will be longer. :)