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Hey guys! This story was born out of my sudden obsession of SCORPIUS. Yes. SCORPIUS MALFOY3 This will be one of the trillion SCORPIUSxROSE fanfics. Because they are absolutely AH-MAZE-ING.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry, I haven't managed to turn into JKR yet. I'm sure you're very upset. So, I do not own Harry Potter. Or anything related to him.

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THE PROLOUGE

"Do you hear me Scorpius?" Draco Malfoy whispered into his son's ear urgently, ignoring the sharp glares both parents and Hogwarts students were sending the trio, "Don't push your luck, Scorpius. Remember, please Scorpius. Don't expect too much from your classmates… or teachers. Make me proud." He stared into his son's silver eyes, the eyes that were an exact copy of his.

"I will." Scorpius stared back at his father, speaking with such certainty; no one could doubt he was telling the truth.

"Draco, he'll be fine," Astoria Malfoy locked her son in a tight embrace, kissing his forehead, "Oh, Scor, you've grown so much… good luck dear. I'll miss you. " Scorpius nodded.

"I'll miss you too, Mother." Scorpius responded as the scarlet train behind them whistled.

"Good bye… Scorpius," Draco nodded toward his son as he placed his arm around his wife, "I hope so." He watched solemnly as Scorpius gave one last fleeting glance at his family before climbing onto the train.

"Malfoy, Scorpius." The professor called out in a flat voice, staring straight at the small blonde first year. He nervously made his way to the ancient rickety stool, ignoring the loud silence coming from the hall, as the even more ancient Sorting Hat was placed on his head.

"Ah… a Malfoy, like father, like son." The Sorting Hat whispered into the boy's mind as his eyes widened, "This only means you'll be a wonderful… SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat announced the last word to the whole school as Scorpius clambered off the stool, looking disappointed. He walked quickly toward the green and silver of Slytherin, where he sat quietly as he tuned out the Sorting Hat's annoying announcements, until one name caught his attention.

"Potter, Albus." The great hall seemed to buzz with excitement as the small black haired boy made his way to the stool, glancing at his grinning family surrounding the Gryffindor table.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat yelled as soon as it was placed on the boy's head. The hall silenced, emphasizing the situation as the boy paled, frantically looking at his dumbfounded family. Slytherin? Surely, there was some mistake. He was a Potter... and now, a Slytherin.

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Eh… I guess it's… okay? Not the best prologue ever…. but I PROMISE it'll get better, Pinky Swear! That's IF I get at least 5 reviews? Well, I'll surely post the next chapter quicker if I do (;

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