A/n- Okay, so this is my new Rose/Scorpius. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I hereby announced that I don't own Harry Potter or the songs I posted at the beginning of most of the chapters. Just thought you should know I'm not J K Rowling.

Other news:the summary has been changed. Previous summary was as followed: Rose, Al, and Scorpius has a long year ahead of them as NEWT's come up, family drama, and they learn their way through this crazy thing called life. R/S A/OC and other pairings. Thank you.

I guess my defiance and eventual difference started when I entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts for the first time.

I stood in the Great Hall, nervously glancing around. I heard so many stories of the war and the battle fought in this every hall. If Uncle Harry and dad wouldn't have told us how damaged Hogwarts became during the battle, I wouldn't have believed a battle was fought here. The staff had remodeled in the decade after the war. After a decade of remodeling, Hogwarts had finally been reopened to students.

"Weasley, Rose," echoed throughout the hall and brought me out of my memories. I glanced around the room and I slowly made my way up to the stool. I spotted Professor Longbottom sitting to the left of the middle. He smiled and encouraged me to continue on my quest to the hat. He was appeared to be older than he had seemed days before. His eyes were tired with visible dark rings underneath them. My eyes found Professor McGonagall next, who just started out at me. She was quiet aged from the pictures that scattered the Burrow. Her hair was completely white and was appeared that it was never free of the bun she wore it in.

I finally arrived at the stool and took the seat as the Professor placed the hat on my head. The rough, tattered material made me shiver as it slid to hide my face. "Another Weasley I see. Just like your father with your temper. You have a great mind, like your mother. Now, where to place you is the question. You have brilliance to be in Ravenclaw, but the loyalty to be in Hufflepuff. You are independent and sly like most of the Slytherins. What? No Slytherin or Hufflepuff. You could flourish in those houses. Well, I know then…Ravenclaw!" The last word must have been yelled out because the hat was removed from my head.

I wanted to refuse to meet my cousin's eyes, but something drew me to stare at each one. Their eyes all told me they were disappointed that I didn't chose Gryffindor. I diverted my eyes to the ground and made my way to the cheering Ravenclaw table. I sat with my back toward them, despising the looks in their eyes. I didn't understand why they weren't happy for me. I understood that every Weasley until that point was placed in Gryffindor without a moment's hesitation. I just didn't have the courage that was needed to be possessed by a person to land them in Gryffindor I guess, since the Hat never spoke of courage when he was listing out my attributes.

I spoke to no one as I turned to watch Albus be sorted. He had always been taller than me, by at least a few inches. His hair messy, barely touching the tops of his ears and hung slightly in those green eyes her had inherited from his father's mother. I was jealous that the hat didn't cover his face as it had done to mine. His face was scrunched up as he debated with the hat. I tapped my foot impatiently as the hat decided where to put Al. After a few minutes, the hat screeched, "Slytherin!"

The great hall silenced as the Professor took off the hat. Al glanced to meet my eyes knowing that if he glanced at any other family member, he would meet the same fate I did. I nodded my approval to him and he scurried off to sit facing me, at the Slytherin table.

I turned and tried to make conversation with the two people sitting close to me, but the one shushed me before I could pronounce an entire sentence. I rolled my eyes. My attention was caught as the Professor loudly called, "Malfoy, Scorpius."

The boy that dad had pointed out at the train station shyly approached the stool. He was slight short than Al, probably by less than an inch. His translucent blonde hair was gelled back and his eyes appeared to be blue. The hat engulfed his head, so his face disappeared from my view. It took minutes, even longer than Al's, for the hat to come to a conclusion. "Slytherin!" it announced with a yell.

I saw a grimace cross his face as he made it to the cheering Slytherin table. His eyes met mine as he sat down beside Al. The eyes that once appeared to be blue were in fact a light gray with flecks of blue in them. Definitely the most unique eyes I have ever seen. I recalled one story that Uncle Harry told us kids of how quickly the hat decided on Draco Malfoy's placement into a house. Evidently Scorpius wasn't like his father, so why was dad trying to get me to stay away from him?

I was going to become his friend no matter what my father said, or so I thought.

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