Hello fellow fanfictioners! Fanfictioneers? I don't know. Anyway, this is my first multi-chapter story. It's about Rose and Scorpius, and I'm planning for the story to cover their entire seventh year, and maybe beyond. This is just a prologue from the years before. As much as I truly despise the Cursed Child, I am going with canon and keeping all the events of the first four years at Hogwarts they way they were originally written. After that, it's all my imagination. If you spot any mistakes (aside from their appearances) please let me know. I'm trying to keep it as close as possible to canon. I'm not sure about updates at this point, since school will be starting soon, and by then whatever schedule I'll have set up will go all wonky. But the next chapter will definitely be up within a week. So by next Friday you will have at least one update.

Enjoy!

End of 4th Year

Rose Granger-Weasley brushed dark, red Weasley hair out of her sapphire blue eyes, watching the Hogwarts Express pull put of the station. She turned, and the brass engraving of Platform Nine and Three Quarters looked back at her. And, just below the carving, her family awaited.

Hermione Granger-Weasley squeezed her daughter extra-tight that day. Normally, Rose would have shook her off, but this time, Rose was almost glad to receive the hug. Rose had learned all about what Scorpius Malfoy and her cousin, Albus Potter, had been up to over the school year. Rose hadn't felt a thing, but apparently, there was a reality in which her father, Ron Weasley, didn't marry her mother, Hermione.

And, just like that, Rose Granger-Weasley had ceased to exist.

She'd tried not to dwell on it, but the overwhelming reality of it all swept over her when she was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, or flying on the Quidditch pitch on her broom, alone. The fact that one second someone could be here and the next they could be gone was terrifying to her. It had given her a new respect for everyone who had died in the Battle of Hogwarts, or in the whole Second Wizarding War, really.

Rose shook those thoughts out of her head and embraced her father as well. After her younger brother, Hugo Granger-Weasley, had greeted their parents, Rose turned to her friends.

Thea Thomas, Amy Longbottom, Fiona Finnegan, and Serafina Wood. Four of the best friends a witch could ask for.

All four had parents with varying degrees of popularity. Amy's father, Neville Longbottom, was not only their Herbology professor but also a prominent figure of the Wizarding World. He had gained a fan population after the events of the Battle of Hogwarts, in which he'd displayed all the true qualities of a Gryffindor. Thea's father was Dean Thomas, one of Rose's Uncle Harry's friends when he was at Hogwarts. Sera's father was the famous Oliver Wood, who had played Keeper for the England team for over a decade. He'd retired from playing, but nothing was keeping him off the pitch. He was now coaching the team instead, and they'd won the World Cup three times in a row with his playing and now, his coaching. Fiona's father was Seamus Finnegan, another one of Uncle Harry's Hogwarts buddies.

Rose hugged Amy and Fiona good-bye and high-fived Thea. Thea wasn't much for affection, but everyone knew that when loyalty was required, Thea was the one who would stick by your side through thick and thin. Meanwhile, Sera was half-French and would only settle for the customary kisses on the cheek.

Rose waved to them all as she left the station. She looked back one last time to the owl-laden, excited families clamoring all over the platform.

There was one family in particular that caught her eye. A father and a son, with the same white-blond hair, the same silvery gray eyes.

The Malfoys were still an infamous name, despite the allegations of Scorpius being Voldemort's son having been cleared. The families still parted for them, whispering maliciously. But Draco and Scorpius held their heads high, ignoring the gossip. Rose couldn't help but admire them for their self-confidence. It was one of the qualities she felt she lacked. Rose never felt like she was good enough at Quidditch, Potions, Herbology-anything.

Rose's breath caught in her throat as Scorpius's eyes met hers. Shimmering silver on twinkling blue. For a few seconds, they held their gaze. Rose found herself unable to look away. She caught sight of the wide smile that was starting to stretch across Scorpius's face, and a smile grew on her's, too. Scorpius opened his mouth slightly, as if he was going to say something-

"Rose!" Ron called. Rose broke Scorpius's gaze and turned back toward her family. "Ready to go?"

Rose nodded and followed her parents out of the station, unsure what had just happened, if anything had happened. She would have asked Fiona- Fiona was the one to go to with any kind of boy trouble- but Rose was already climbing into the Muggle car that Hermione insisted on driving, despite Ron's protests that this time he really hadn't Confunded the Muggle examiner. It was too late to go back and ask her.

Besides, this was about Scorpius Malfoy. Surely nothing that happened with him could count as important to Fiona?

No... Fiona and the rest of her friends-except maybe Thea-loved talking about Rose and Scorpius.

Not that there was a Rose and Scorpius to talk about.

And there never would be.

5th Year

Rose opened the door to the Prefect's compartment and was met with a nervous Albert Macmillan.

Albert was the son of Ernie Macmillan, Head of the Department of International Cooperation. His father had left him a lot to live up to, and Rose understood the feeling. Her parents were two of the Golden Trio.

Of course, she was always worried about letting them down.

Which was why she hadn't told them about her real aspirations for the future. Rose was perfectly fine with becoming the Auror her parents had expected her to be. She idolized the position, actually. The bravery and courage required to fight Dark wizards... it was admirable. And Rose could clearly see herself becoming one of them.

But while becoming an Auror would be amazing... her passion lay in the sky. Quidditch was her love, and she spent hours on the pitch, hours no one knew about. She studied hard, too, because her grades did matter to her. Education had always been important to her.

But now that her OWL year was about to begin,-quite literally, as Rose was aboard the Hogwarts Express, carrying her to school- she had started to really reconsider her plans.

Did she go the safe, expected way, and become an Auror?

Or did she follow her heart to the Quidditch pitch?

Rose sighed, almost inaudibly, and sat down next to Albert.

"So, you're the other Gryffindor Prefect?" Albert asked.

Rose nodded.

"I'm not surprised. You're top of every class! And, of course, you're Rose Granger-Weasley." Albert admired.

Rose, who had been about to thank him and compliment him in return, stopped. Her heart, which had previously been pumping in excitement for the Prefects meeting, dropped. "What do you mean?" she asked dully, knowing what his answer would be.

"Oh, you know, your parents are Ron and Hermione. Two-thirds of the Golden Trio! And-"

Albert carried on in a similar fashion, but Rose couldn't be bothered to listen. Her expression fell, and she felt her insecurities pop up again. Was she really only given the position because of her surname? She couldn't pretend she hadn't considered it, but to hear it from someone else was another thing altogether.

All the Weasley and Potter children frequently felt like this. Roxanne Weasley had left Hogwarts similar to how Rose hoped to leave it, with perfect grades and a Head Girl badge.

But Roxy had confided to Rose many times about her own worries. Worries that Felix was only with her for her surname. Worries that the badge on her robes that she polished lovingly every night was a badge she didn't deserve. Roxy was something of a big sister to Rose. They'd always been the same; feisty, smart, and polished with insecurities hidden just under the surface. Rose had always assured Roxy that everything she had, she deserved. Because Rose truly believed that. Roxy had studied hard for her grades and been the perfect student to earn her badge. Not to mention that Felix had liked Roxy for her personality, which was normally light and bubbly.

Felix wasn't the type to care about surnames.

If only the rest of the Wizarding World could be that way, too.

Albert's long-winded spiel about the wonders of the Golden Trio was interrupted by the door of the compartment sliding open, revealing-

Scorpius Malfoy.

Rose looked up and tilted her head curiously.

"Hi, Rose!" Scorpius said excitedly. "You're a Prefect, too? Oh, wait, of course you are! You're Rose, after all, you're perfect!" Scorpius declared.

Rose felt so much better just by hearing that. Because he hadn't mentioned the surname Granger-Weasley at all. He'd thought she earned the badge because she was Rose. Not because her parents had saved the world.

And maybe she liked the fact that he called her perfect. Just a little.

But there was something else about his sentence that made her pause. "Too?"

Scorpius interrupted her in his excitement to tell her that-"I'm a Prefect, too! Isn't it great?"

Rose was taken aback by this. Scorpius had always been a good student, but after his adventure the year before, McGonagall had still given him the badge?

"I know what you're thinking." Scorpius said, face falling slightly. "That I couldn't be a Prefect, right? I mean, Al and I kind of messed up... the whole world. But McGonagall said this is her way of giving me a chance. She thinks I would do well as a Prefect, but I don't know. What do you think?"

Rose didn't really know what to tell him. "I guess we'll see."

Scorpius seemed to take that as a good answer and he flopped down in the seat next to her. Rose scooted a few inches away, remembering her thoughts at the station at the beginning of the summer. She'd told herself that there would never be a Rose and Scorpius.

And she didn't even know why she was so dead-set on never being with Scorpius, but she would never admit the real reason to herself.

As much as Rose tried to not judge people by their parents, as much as she told herself that the new generation deserved to prove themselves as their own people... she still felt, deep down, that Scorpius Malfoy hadn't really redeemed himself.

He'd put the whole world at risk just last year. Scorpius had aided in literally erasing the reality that Rose lived in. And she hadn't quite forgiven him for that. She was willing to look past the name Malfoy, and of course, she knew that he wasn't really Voldemort's son, but she wasn't able to look past his actions last year.

And so, once again, Rose firmly commanded herself to stay away from Scorpius Malfoy.

Because if she let him get too close... he might end up stealing her heart.

6th Year

Rose jumped excitedly off the Hogwarts Express, ready for her 6th year.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over 'ere!" Hagrid yelled from further down the platform. Rose smiled, the sound familiar to her by now.

Rose had told herself that 6th year was going to be her year. It would be the year that she studied hardest, played Quidditch best, and the year that set her up for Head Girl-ship.

She sauntered into the Great Hall, scanning the Gryffindor table for her friends. Despite many other close-knit groups drifting apart over time, Rose's friends-her family at this point- were still together, and Rose knew in her heart that if six years hadn't torn them apart, nothing would.

Rose greeted all of them excitedly; there hadn't been time for her to really meet them on the train as she was patrolling the hallways like a good Prefect. Rose sat down to watch the Sorting, and then Professor McGonagall's speech afterward.

Stomach growling, she practically attacked her food when it appeared before her on the table. She was a little infamous in her family for loving food with a passion that rivaled only her secret love for Quidditch. She was on the team, of course, and the Captain, Jake Anderson, thought she was the best Chaser Hogwarts had ever seen, but her real adoration of the sport was yet to be discovered.

Rose looked at all tables in the Great Hall, feeling warm inside. This summer, she had longed to return to the familiar halls and close friends at Hogwarts. It felt like just as much of a home as the Burrow did, or her house.

There was one thing she'd been especially tense about, however.

And he was sitting right there.

Scorpius Malfoy had somehow entered her thoughts at the beginning of the summer. Rose suspected it had something to do with the fact that she'd been at the Potters' and Al had been complaining about missing Scorpius. That had reminded Rose that Scorpius was still pining after her, and she'd started to feel a little guilty about it.

After all, she was stringing him along, right? If she didn't like him, she should go up to him and say so, or else she was being incredibly insensitive, right?

Rose slowed her feverish eating for a second, lost in thought, staring at Scorpius's snowy-blonde hair.

She didn't have feelings for him, right?

Rose's eyes widened when she realized...

She couldn't honestly say that anymore.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnddddddddd that was the Prologue! What did ya think? The real story will start in the next chapter, with Rose entering her seventh year. I think I might do some Scorpius POVs... let me know if you would be interested in seeing that.

And this is me totally not advertising my only other story... it's a Scorose oneshot that you should read if you liked this Prologue... yep I'm done NOT advertising my other story! Lol

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