It was Albus Potter's Fifth Year at Hogwarts. He was looking forward to another year full of excitement and adventure. Harry Potter, however, wanted his son to have a peaceful year.
"Albus." Harry said. "I know you just had a very exciting year last year,"
"And?"
"Well," Harry said. "Don't purposely do something..."
"I won't dad," Albus said. "If anything happens, it won't be on purpose."
"Bye Albus."
"Bye Dad." With that said. Albus ran onto the train to find his best friend.
Albus wandered through the train, hoping to find Scorpius soon. It felt like he had searched the whole train. There was only one more compartment to look through, and sure enough, there was Scorpius, sitting in the last compartment.
"Scorpius!" Albus said. "What are you doing all the way down here?"
"Everywhere else was full." Scorpius answered.
"Oh... no they weren't." Albus said.
"Alright, fine." Scorpius huffed. "There were a bunch of... idiots in the front of the train."
"Ah. Are you scared of the idiots?" Albus teased.
"Of course not." Scorpius said, scowling. "I just didn't want any of them to come in our compartment."
"Of course."
Not much more than a minute later, when Scorpius and Albus sat in their compartment, talking about their summers (Albus was in the middle of a story about a Quidditch match he had had with his cousins) when their compartment door slid open.
A girl who appeared to be in the year ahead of them, had opened the door. She had very pale skin, long black hair, acid green eyes, and was very, very tall.
"Um... hi." She said. "Could I sit here? everywhere else is full."
"I doubt it." Albus said under his breath.
"What?" She asked.
"He said," Scorpius said. "That it would be fine."
Scorpius extended his hand. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy."
"And I'm Albus Potter."
"I'm Gwendolyn."
While Scorpius said: "Nice to meet you." Albus said: "Gwendolyn who?"
"Excuse my rude friend over there." Scorpius said. "He seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Oh it's fine. And, Albus, did you say Potter?" Gwendolyn asked. "As in the Harry Potter? Are you related?"
Albus sighed. "Yes." He grumbled. "He's my dad."
"Oh, that's cool." She said, not sounding like it was cool at all.
"Oh." Scorpius said. "Did your family have something against Harry?"
"What?!" Gwendolyn asked. "Why would you say that?"
"Just the way you said it." Scorpius said, like it was obvious. "My dad didn't like the Potters to much, until recently." Scorpius paused a moment. "Actually, I still think he doesn't like them to much/ At least he tolerates them now."
"No, my family has nothing against the Potters." Gwendolyn said. "But, I am related to a family who really, hates the Potters. Well, I suppose they don't anymore, considering that they're all dead."
"Okay..." Albus said. "What family do you belong to?"
"Let me re-introduce myself. Albus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, my name," She took a breath in and pursed her lips. "is Gwendolyn Gaunt."