Chapter 1- Albus

"Albus, hurry up!" Rose called to him as he stumbled with his trunk. Albus Severus Potter trailed dutifully behind his brother and cousin as they navigated their way through the train. James, his brother, was leading them to their "reserved compartment" where the entire Weasley/Potter clan would stay on the train ride. They finally stopped when James spotted his cousin Fred, aka his best friend and partner in crime, already settled with his sister and some other Gryffindor friends.

"Alright come on Rose," James said, helping her into the compartment. Albus began to make his way in as well when James suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

"Sorry Al, this compartment is for Gryffindors and future Gryffindors only. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find some new Slytherin pals to sit with!" He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face while Fred chuckled behind him. So, with one last sympathetic look from Rose, the door was shut in his face, and Albus was left on his own.

Al finally came across a seemingly empty compartment and sighed in relief. He opened the door and heaved his trunk in, collapsing on the seat.

"Ahem," Al jumped in surprise and nearly screamed at the pale boy sitting across from him. He suddenly recognized him. He was the boy uncle Ron had pointed out to Rose on the platform. Suspicion quickly clouded his mind. He's a Malfoy! He thought to himself, you can't be seen sitting with him, or you'll be a Slytherin for sure! But this boy looked harmless, much less like a death eater than he had imagined. Besides, mother always said that Uncle Ron tended to over exaggerate.

"Oh, s-sorry, I thought this compartment was empty," Al stammered. "I'm Albus- "

"Potter." The boy finished for him. Maybe his father had told him about our family too Al thought.

"Right. But, you can call me Al if you want." He had decided to be nice to this boy. Since, you know, He'd probably never end up talking to him again once Al was sorted into Gryffindor and him in Slytherin.

The boy smiled for the first time since he had sat down.

"I'm Scorpius- "

"Malfoy." Al finished for him jokingly. They both laughed. At least he has a sense of humor, maybe he's not as bad as Uncle Ron thought.

Scorpius looked thoughtful for a moment. "I guess you can call me Scorp. Scorpius is a bit of a mouthful." He laughed nervously.

"Ha! You think your name is bad? My parents decided to eternally punish me by naming me Albus Severus!"

"Really? Try Scorpius Hyperion on for size. Honestly I don't know what mum and dad were thinking!" They were both laughing by now and soon the topic had changed, to which quidditch team would win the world cup (Scorpius was a hardcore Chudley Canons fan).

About 15 minutes later their compartment was filled with candy wrappers and food from the trolley as they traded chocolate frog cards. Suddenly, the door slid open and Al immediately recognized Rose's curly red hair.

"Al there you are; I've been looking all over for you!" Rose exclaimed. She looked over at Scorpius and a strange look crossed her face. Al knew she recognized him from the platform. She pointedly ignored him, just as Uncle Ron had told her to do.

"I convinced James to let you into our compartment. Come on let's go!" She said brightly to him.

"Uh, no thanks Rose. I'm fine here." He looked over warily at Scorpius who was suddenly extremely interested in the zipper of his jacket.

Rose frowned at him. "You aren't seriously going to keep talking to him are you?" She made no attempt to hide the malice in her voice.

"Rose!" Al's cheeks flushed as he looked at Scorp apologetically. "Why are you being so rude?" He hissed at her.

She huffed. "Whatever. I'll see you after the ceremony once we've both been sorted into Gryffindor." She shot Scorp a smug look at the last part as she shut the door behind her.

"Sorry about her, she's just a bit… stubborn." Al tried to explain.

"It's fine. She's a Weasley, I can't expect her to want to be friends with someone like me." He said quietly.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm a Potter and I don't hate your guts yet!" Al grinned at him. He looked up and grinned back and suddenly they were thrown into their old discussions of quidditch and chocolate frogs until the train finally came to a slow.