A/N: I am very nervous to upload this story. As a sequel, it is naturally shittier than the original story. I also wrote this a few years ago and whilst I did my best to fix it and make it a nicer story, it still isn't up to scratch, but I didn't want to rewrite it. I hate writing in first POV, so this story was a true challenge for me as well.
I feel the story doesn't flow nicely and is a bit confusing at times. It also has next to no ties to Those Grey Eyes.
Saying that, it is not strictly necessary to read Those Grey Eyes first. A few things would make more sense, but that story only really explains the parentage of the characters, and the events of that story are what Rose refers to as The Story.
Nonetheless, I am uploading it, and I hope that it isn't too awful.
OC's are the same from Those Grey Eyes: Annora Weasley (Ron and Luna's) and Rose Malfoy (Hermione and Draco's).
CHAPTER 1
James Potter, Annora Weasley, and Scorpius and Rose Malfoy all shared a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, talking excitedly about Hogwarts and what surely was awaiting them. Over their childhood the four of them had heard countless recounts of their parents' adventures, had been promised they would never forget Hogwarts, and all four had waited anxiously for their own adventure to start which would surely create many stories of their own to tell.
Conversation was light and humorous as the train chuffed through the countryside. Annora was explaining that her father promised the Sorting wasn't scary, yet her Uncle George swore it was dangerous, and she just wasn't sure who to believe. Her father was a war hero, after all. Her nerves resulted in teasing from her friends, though deep down each of them was feeling a little nervous. Regardless, there was an excited type of tension in the air at the prospect of finally beginning their schooling.
"Mum and Dad said that the kitchen was the best place in Hogwarts," Rose said firmly after Annora had finished expressing her thoughts; Rose was clearly uninterested in hearing her doubts. Scorpius rolled his eyes at his twin's fickleness.
"I wonder why that is," Scorpius said sarcastically. "Bloody hell Rose, you still believe that story?"
James, who hadn't heard the infamous story but was definitely listening to the argument, looked at him curiously. Scorpius shook his head in a 'don't ask' type of fashion, but Rose had been watching.
"You haven't heard The Story?" she exclaimed, obviously talking in capitals. James and Annora shook their heads, James looking a bit bewildered, and Annora genuinely curious.
"Oh Merlin," Scorpius groaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. He was so over that bloody story. It was a fairy tale, that's all it was.
"Well, ever since we were little, Mum and Dad have been telling us about how they fell in love..."
It was dark outside when Rose finished her favourite story.
"That's so romantic," Annora sighed, making Rose grin widely.
While seeing Rose look so pleased made James' heart beat almost imperceptibly faster, James looked doubtful, siding with Scorpius. Like a true mate should, Scorpius thought to himself.
"Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything... but to me it seems like your dad was a jerk to your mum and she loved him for it," he said uneasily.
Scorpius, who was ready to jump in the air and celebrate, froze. "Wait, what?" he asked. That comment was not what Scorpius had hoped to hear. Disbelief in the story, yes. Mocking Rose's love for the fairytale, yes. An unfair and rude analysis of his parents? Hell no.
James almost cowered under the twins' eyes, but he stood his ground. "From an outsider's point of view, that's what it seems like to me. But then again," he added, seeing Rose fuming, "I don't know the entire back story or nearly as much detail as you two do."
"Boys will never understand," Annora said to Rose comfortingly. After a moment, Rose calmed and nodded.
"They have no sense of romance," she agreed.
James sighed into his seat, relieved. He silently promised himself that as long as he lived, he would try to never get on Rose's bad side.
Rose POV
I walked up to the stool with shaking legs and a blank face. The stool creaked a little as I sat down and put on the Sorting Hat.
Ah, a Malfoy, I see... not your typical Slytherin, though... plenty of courage, I see, but not a bad mind either... Where to put you?
I tried to stay calm as the Hat continued talking in my mind. I looked around the Great Hall, seeing everyone's curious faces, feeling their judgement as they wondered where the next Malfoy – and a half-blood at that – would be placed.
The Hat gave a shout.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Annora POV
A hat! I can't believe I had been tricked by Uncle George so easily! There was nothing to fear about being Sorted – only the outcome, if you were picky about which house you were put in. Which I wasn't. Though I had to admit I was happy that Rose was placed in Gryffindor. That House was all my father talked about, so I generally viewed it in a positive light.
Walking up to the rickety stool, curiosity boiled within me. I was unsure of which House I would be placed in, and I desperately wanted to know what the Hat saw in me. I placed the hat on my head.
A keen mind, but an under layer of determination, to stand up for what you believe in... Confliction, definitely, but only in certain places... You would do well in any House... AH!
I held my breath.
"SLYTHERIN!"
James POV
I was confident in which House I would be Sorted into. There was never any doubt, what with me coming from two families of Gryffindors. I strode up to the stool and placed the Hat on my head confidently, a smirk already on my face.
A Potter! You take after your Grandfather, yes you do. I know just what to do with you!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Scorpius POV
I'd never admit it, but I was nervous.
Rose was a Gryffindor. Would I be placed with her? Aunty Ginny said family didn't matter when it came to Sorting, but Harry always said your choice could influence the hat…
I heard my name called and walked up to the stool as confidently as I could. I placed the Hat on my head, deciding that I wouldn't try to influence it
Very cunning, I see, you take after your father's ancestors on that... a relatively calm soul, you would do well in Gryffindor... You could be great, young Scorpius...
Hurry up, I thought impatiently.
There we go!
"SLYTHERIN!"
My heart sunk because I wasn't with Rose, but I hid my disappointment well. A grin formed on my face when I saw Annora cheering for me.
Draco POV
"Hermione," I called, noticing an owl flying in the distance through the window. "We have mail!"
Hermione came running in. "Where? What does it say? Who is it from?"
I pointed out the window. "I bet it's from the twins."
We waited impatiently for the owl to come to deliver the first letter ever sent from our children from Hogwarts. Together we were twitching from excitement, holding our breaths, wondering what its contents held.
When the owl finally flew through the window, I could have sworn it was flying slowly just to tease us. I grabbed for the letter and Hermione filled a dish with water for the owl.
"Read it out loud," she ordered eagerly. I complied.
"Mum and Dad,
I don't know if Rose has written to you yet, but I'm guessing not because it's only our second day and she's probably been having too much fun with James...
I was Sorted into Slytherin-"
I gave a cheer. "I told you he'd be in Slytherin!" I shouted. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued reading the letter.
"I was Sorted into Slytherin, and I know that makes you happy, Dad, so stop rubbing it in Mum's face. Rose was Sorted into Gryffindor-"
Now Hermione cheered. "I've never been prouder!" she cried, dancing around the room. Smirking at her antics, I read the letter again, ignoring Hermione's voice.
"Rose was Sorted into Gryffindor with James, of course (no surprise there). But here's a surprise: Annora is in Slytherin too!"
"Ron will be fuming," I said gleefully.
"As much as that surprises me, I'm glad I'm not alone. Everyone looks at me weird, but it's nothing more than what I expected (thanks for the warning, Dad...).
I don't have a favourite subject, but I'll let you know when I do.
Tell me when Rose writes you?
Scorpius."
At just that moment, Weasel and Luna came through the fireplace.
"Slytherin!" he was yelling. "I can't believe it! Slytherin!"
"Oh, calm down, Ronald," Hermione chastised him, acting as if she hadn't been dancing gleefully just moments before. "You should be proud of her."
"I was so sure she would be in Ravenclaw," Luna said quietly, smiling nonetheless. "Oh well. Slytherin isn't so bad."
"Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends," I quoted.
Weasley stared at me. "It's depressing that you remember that."
"You better remember it, Weasley, because that's your daughter's House now."
He muttered a string of obscenities at me when he thought I wasn't listening.