A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while since I wrote a fanfiction, I'm more of a roleplayer myself to be honest. Though I've always wanted to write a story about the 3rd Harry Potter Generation, gotta love those little guys! Anyways, it probably won't be the best, but I hope you'll all bare with me while I shake off the ol' writing cobwebs. I also tend to make grammar errors every now and then, especially now since I no longer have Microsoft Word. So if you see any you want to point out to me so I can fix them, let me know!

Disclaimer: Besides from a few OCs I will be writing in here, the Harry Potter universe and characters all belong to the wonderful Ms. J.K. Rowling! I'm simply a fan :).

"Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

Young Albus Severus' emerald eyes were wide with both excitement and fear as he peered out of the train's window, smiling faintly as he wove a hand to his father, mother, and his younger sister Lily (who was shooting him a rather sad pout). The train's engine rumbled beneath the floor boards, the whistle tooting a farewell to all the wizardry family who had gathered to send their spawns off to Hogwarts, as the train slowly but surely begin to move.

"Al, can we should find a seat before they all fill up," his cousin Rose said, tugging gently on the sleeve of his shirt.

"Just one moment, Rosie!" He told her, his eyes still peeled on his family, only turning to the Weasley when they were finally out of sight, "You're already in your robes? We don't get there for hours!"

"I want to be prepared," She simply told him, reaching forward to grab a hold of his hand, much to Albus' distaste, and pulling him along to find a compartment of their own. The luggage he had chosen to take with him trailed behind him.

"Watch it! Coming through!" A voice Albus recognized as his brother James' shouted as he pushed his two family members aside, pulling open a near by compartment's doors.

"James!" The young Potter called, waving his arm in the air, "Can Rose and I sit with you?"

The older Potter simply looked back as his brother, a small smile playing on his face, "Nah, I'm sitting with Fred and the others! We're all filled up, but I'll see you at the sorting ceremony... If you get into Gryffindor that is," He quickly added just to tease Albus, who felt a nervous knot pull at his stomach as he watched his brother slam the compartment's door closed. He groaned to himself as he broke free from Rose's tight grasp.

"Don't tell me you're still worried about being sorted into Slytherin?" The red head asked, merely rolling her eyes as she continued to stride down the train's hallway, peeking into every compartment, one after the other they were all filled.

"Aren't you worried where you will be sorted?" The Potter asked.

"Of course not! The sorting hat has been at Hogwarts for generations, it will know which house is best to place me in!" She told him, stopping to turn and placing her cobalt blue eyes onto her cousin, "Don't listen to James, it doesn't really matter where you're sorted, in the end we'll all be learning the same lessons."

"R-Right..." Was all Albus mumbled, really not wishing to go into great detail the reason why he was so afraid of being sorted into the Slytherin house. It had been the house that... You-Know-Who had been placed into. The young boy also felt as though it were his duty to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Gryffindor. Most of his family had been Lions after all.

Rose sighed and pointed to a door that lead to a new part of the Hogwarts Express, "Come up then, there's another coach up this way! It might not be as full..."

Albus nodded, trailing behind her as she opened the door and peered into another compartment, "Excuse me," He heard her say, "Are you alone?"

"... Yes." A boy's voice softly responded.

"Would you mind if my cousin and I sat with you then? Every other compartment we've seen is nearly full."

"I don't see why not," The boy's voice said.

"Lovely, thank you very much," Rose responded, once again grabbing Albus' hand and pulling him into the compartment.

The Potter didn't get a good look at the boy who had allowed them to sit with him until he was finished pushing his suitcase onto the luggage rack above them. When his head turned to greet his peer, his eyes locked onto a pair of cold grey orbs. The boy did not appear offer Albus a smile or a hand shake, he simply stared him down, his pale, pointed face finally turning away only to glance up at Rose, giving her the same treatment.

"Hey... Aren't you... Um, Scorpius Malfoy?" Rose asked the blonde, recognizing him as the boy whom her father had told her to stay away from.

"And you must be a Weasley, but I'm not familiar with your first name," Scorpius replied.

"I'm Rose Weasley," She told him, not seeming to bother even listening to her father's warning. She took the seat across from his own, "And he," She said, pointing at her cousin, "Is my cousin, Albus Potter."

"Nice to meet you both," The blonde said, offering a curt nod towards them both instead of a hand shake.

"You too," Replied Albus, taking a seat next to Rose.

"Is this your first year as well?" Rose asked the Malfoy.

"Yes it is," He mumbled, running a hand through his blond hair, he looked down at Rose's robes, "You must be excited to get to Hogwarts..."

"Of course I am!" She chimed excitedly, "I've been preparing the past year. I've already read all of the books on our supplies list! My mother had them already lying around the house, so I took advantage of it."

"She would have read all the books from our fourth year down if she had have known what they were," Albus added in, shotting a teasing smile at his cousin.

"Really? I can already tell you'll be placed in Ravenclaw," Scorpius said, the corner of his lips twitching into a very faint smile.

"And just what is wrong with being placed in Ravenclaw?" Rose snapped defensively back.

"Oh, nothing. It's a good house, I guess," The blond shrugged his shoulders

"You 'guess'?" Rose retorted.

Albus sighed to himself, he had only been on the train for half an hour and he could already tell this was going to be a long trip.