Another prize fic! This one for *leochi for her win at #WeasleyFanClub on dA.

Disclaimer: Jo owns them, not I!

Scorpius looked out of the train windows at his parents as the Hogwarts Express sped up and left the platform behind. Sighing a little, he settled back and pulled out Hogwarts, A History from his trunk. His mother had given it to him as a gift, and while he had rejected it initially ("Mum, I don't want a book!"), he had slowly taken to it. He wanted to know as much as he could about Hogwarts before he stepped off the train.

He was in a compartment all to himself – he never was one for company. Besides, all the other first years were loud and behaved stupidly. His father had subtly pointed to a large group of people where the kids were behaving in such a way, saying that those were the Potters and the Weasleys. Scorpius of course knew who they were; he had read all the stories about what had happened all those years ago at Hogwarts. His father never liked to mention Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, or Hermione Weasley much, though Scorpius did know that his father had been in school the same time they were.

Scorpius was just getting to the chapter about the bewitched ceiling in the Great Hall when he saw a small, dark-haired boy standing outside his compartment. He was one of the kids that was standing with the Potters and Weasleys out on the platform. He looked shaken.

Scorpius ignored him, torn between wanting to ask if he was Harry Potter's son and not wanting to talk to someone his father clearly wanted nothing to do with. In the end, the boy turned towards the compartment door and knocked quietly. Scorpius got up to let him in.

"Hey," he said, "is—is it alright if I come in for a bit? It's my brother, he won't –"

But he stopped, obviously too embarrassed to say what his brother wouldn't do.

"Er, sure," said Scorpius awkwardly, standing aside to let him pass.

"I'm Al, by the way, Al Potter," the dark-haired boy said.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he replied.

Al looked around the compartment for a bit, and all of a sudden they both started speaking.

"So are you really related to—?"

"So what House d'you reckon—?"

They both stopped, and laughed a little.

"You first," said Scorpius.

"Well, er," Al said, "I was just wondering what House you suppose you'll be in. It seems like everyone here knows before they've even gotten to Hogwarts!" He sounded very nervous about this fact.

"Well I suppose I'll be in Slytherin," said Scorpius. "The whole lot of my family have been in Slytherin for generations, so I imagine my dad'll disown me if I'm not Sorted there."

"Ah," said Al slowly. "Yeah, I've heard that Slytherin isn't actually as bad as most people make it out to be." He smiled. "So what were you asking me before?"

"Oh," said Scorpius, "I was just going to ask if, you know, you really were related to the Harry Potter."

"What do you mean, the Harry Potter?"

Scorpius looked at Al in shock. "You mean… you don't know?"

"Know what?"

And for the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts, Scorpius told the tale of Harry Potter as best as he could recall, to the son of the man who had defeated one of the world's Darkest wizards.

So, like I said, this is written as a oneshot, but a few people have expressed interest in reading more! So, if you are so inclined, please let me know through a review. Otherwise, this will stand as is.

Thanks!
~HPLives