This particular fanfic is going to (hopefully) follow Rose and Scorpius through their seven years of Hogwarts, the chapters alternating between the two POVs. The rating may change as I get more into this, just so you know. Hope you enjoy it. (:
Disclaimer: Though my first two initials ARE J. K., my last name is not Rowlings. Sad face. ):
I remember the first time I was on Platform 9 ¾.
"Scorpius, don't worry. Hogwarts will become your favorite place in the world after this year. You won't even want to come home to Malfoy Manor at Christmas!" Mother smiled down at me, trying to reassure me. Not that I really needed it, but I guess the thought is what counts.
"Thank you, Mother," I murmured, permitting her to hug me and kiss the top of my head. She then bustled over to Aunt Daphne and Michelle, my fifth year cousin.
Sighing, I turned to Father, waiting for his goodbye and words of advice. But he wasn't paying any attention to me. He was gazing across the platform; I followed his gaze and saw a group of people, half of them sporting bright red hair. The ones that weren't gingers stood out to me. One of the men had jet black, messy hair; a woman had extremely curly brown hair. Suddenly, a book Father had me read about a year ago flashed into my mind. It was on the Second War, and right away, I knew who three of the adults were: the Golden Trio.
They were staring back at us, and Harry Potter and Ron Weasley tipped their hats. Father nodded to them before turning to me and seeing I'd been watching the whole thing intently.
"Scorpius, do you know who any of those people are?"
I nodded furiously. "Yes, sir. The man with the red hair is Ron Weasley, and the woman with the brown curls is Hermione, his wife. The other man, the one with jet black hair, is Harry Potter, and his wife, Ginny, is next to him. Right?"
Father smiled, proud of my memory. "Completely correct, son. Now, do you remember what I told you about my relationship with them?"
I frowned, trying to recollect his exact words. "You said you hated them in school, because you were in Slytherin and they were Gryffindors. But you don't hate them now, you just don't socialize with them."
He nodded again. "Exactly right. Scorpius, listen to me. Rose Weasley and Albus Potter are going to be in your year. I don't want you to get close to them. Not," he clarified, holding up his hand to stay my questions, "because of prejudices or any of that nonsense. It just would not be okay with either of their parents for their children to be friends with a Malfoy. Especially Ron."
"But, Father," I started, but he just shook his head.
"Scorpius, I mean it. It's for your own good, son."
I looked back over at the Potters and the Weasleys. This time, I watched the children my age. Harry Potter was leaning down, talking to a boy that looked as much like him as I do Father. That must be Albus. Standing beside Ron and Hermione was a young girl who had her back to me. That had to be Rose; she was already in her robes, obviously eager for her own Hogwarts career. She turned, and I gasped. Even from a distance, I saw that her hair was a brilliant red and as curly as her mother's. Her eyes looked blue, blue as the sky. She was very pretty, one of the prettiest girls I'd ever seen.
"Scorpius?" I started. I'd almost forgotten Father was here with me.
"Yes?" I said, trying desperately to look away from Rose Weasley, who was boarding the train already.
"Do you understand? Will you stay away from Albus and Rose?"
I didn't want to promise, but I knew I had to.
"Yes, Father. I will."