Thought I'd try something new/interesting. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or this fictional universal, JK Rowling does. The ocs are mine, though. This disclaimer applies to all chapters in this fanfic.

Hogwarts Express

Scorpia said goodbye to her parents with a quick wave. She looked up at the train. As far as she was concerned it might as well have been a dragon, because it gave her the creeps. The idea of spending an entire year away from home was very scary.

Scorpia lived a somewhat sheltered life at Malfoy Manor. The manor was so isolated from the rest of society that she didn't make any real friends. Her father said she wasn't allowed to go to a muggle school and she'd have to wait to attend Hogwarts until she was 11. This meant her only friends were her parents and her grandmother Cissy.

Scorpia always wanted friends, but she was nervous. What if they didn't like her? What if they even hated her and made fun? All was possible she suspected. It didn't help that her father had warned her that her last name would get her into trouble.

"Everyone thinks we Malfoys got off scot free in the Second Wizarding War, and that we should have went to Azkaban. These are lies made by those who have always hated us. Be prepared for it, Scorpia." Her father was always one to give the cold truth and never mix emotion.

She boarded the train to find it very busy with almost no compartments left. She went into a compartment with a brown-reddish bushy haired girl and a raven haired boy with a pair of spectacles. She saw her father waving at their parents on the platform and assumed they were friends. They were sitting across from each other talking and Scorpia heard part of their conversation right before entering.

"I told you you'll be fine Al, don't worry about it. Only the bad ones get into Slyth..."

Scorpia entered the compartment, cutting off the bushy haired girl.

"Oh, sorry... mind if I sit here? There's not much room anywhere el..."

Scorpia was cut off by the two occupants.

"Sure!" said the raven-haired boy quickly.

"Definitely not!" replied the girl in a bossy tone.

The two looked at each other in unison, then the girl rolled her eyes.

"Oh, alright."

Scorpia stood there uncertainly, before deciding to come in, sliding the door shut behind her. She sat down next to the bushy-haired girl, who huffed and quickly scouted away toward the window. Apparently this wasn't good enough distance either, because she quickly got up and moved next to the boy on the opposite bench.

Rude was all that Scorpia could think. Maybe she was right to be concerned about making friends?

Albus also gave Rose a strange look, before turning to Scorpia.

"Hello, my name is Albus Potter." said the boy, extending his hand.

Scorpia perked up, "Potter? As in Harry Potter?"

Albus slowly put his hand down and became a bit more shy.

"Oh... um, yeah... he's my father."

Scorpia just stood there in amazement, before remembering her manners.

"My name is Scorpia, Scorpia..."

The bushy-haired girl cut her off.

"Malfoy, I already know who you are," she said in the same bossy tone, "my father has told me about you... and your family."

There was an awkward silence until Albus finally broke it.

"So... we were discussing Hogwarts Houses. What do you think of Slytherin?"

Scorpia wanted to tell them the truth, but she knew better. She could have told them that she loved the idea of getting into Slytherin. Both of her parents, as well as grandparents,and many others down the Malfoy and Greengrass line had been in Slytherin. It was their legacy after all, they even had a Slytherin banner that sat proudly draped over their kitchen fireplace right next to the dinner table.

She could have told them what her parents had told her aboutthe Slytherin dungeons. The way it would smell, oddly, like flowers in the winter and oranges in the summer. The way the green orb candles lit up the rooms and halls at night, perfect for late night ghost telling stories and sleepovers in the common room. They also mentioned the enchanted knight statue with the crack down its face that marched up and down the common room late at night when it thought no one was around. Both of her parents waited one night for it, they both hid underneath a table alone to catch a glimpse and saw it march. That was the night of their first kiss, and when they fell in love...

Yes, she could have said all of that... but she didn't. Instead she decided to bend the truth a bit.

"It sounds alright, I suppose. I'm not really sure if it's the house for me. Gryffindor seems like an interesting house. How about you?"

Scorpia knew the Potters were big on Gryffindor and that it could win her points with the two.

"Well, I'm not really sure. I don't want to disappoint my parents, although my father did say Slytherin was a decent house..." replied Albus.

The statement shocked Scorpia. "Harry Potter said Slytherin was a decent house? Wow, my father would love to her that one..."

Rose looked up from her book.

"So, I guess our entire conversation is going to be broadcasted to your father, is that it? What did he do? Tell you to spy on us? Typical Slytherin, stop talking to her Al, she can't be trusted." said Rose with a sneer.

"Rose, just calm down" said Al, taken back by her outburst.

Rose just grimaced at him, then looked suspiciously at Scorpia, and went back to reading her book.

After Rose's outburst the happy mood between Al and Scorpia died down. The two just sat there for the rest of the trip with little words spoken.

The train finally came to a stop.

"Well, nice meeting you" said Al with a faint smile as he left, followed by Rose who gave her the same suspicious look as earlier.

Scorpia just sat there for a second before rising up to get her belongings.

So much for making friends, she thought miserably.