Scorpius was nothing like his father, he was sure of it. He would bring pride to the Malfoy name. He might even try to befriend that Potter kid, Scorpius decided as he walked through Platform 9 3/4.

"Now Scorpius, it's not too late for us enroll you into Durmstrang. Father can send out an owl and you could be on the Durmstrang train first thing Monday morning." Astoria Malfoy only stopped to brush down a blonde hair that refused to stay down. Scorpius had heard his mother say this for over a week. He wanted to go to Hogwarts, if nothing else on the pure reason that his father had wanted to go to Durmstrang.

"Mum, I'm fine.," he groaned and lightly moved her hand away from his hair, "The Hogwarts Express is about to leave." Astoria rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed, motherly sigh.

"Fine. If you need anything, do not hesitate to send out an owl. Make good choices, Scorpius. And," she crouched down to her son's level and whispered in his ear, "don't let what your silly old father tells you get to you. If you don't get into Slytherin, we'll still love you." Astoria gave her son one last peck on the cheek and let him get on the Hogwarts Express.


Scorpius looked down the rows to see if by some odd fluke he recognized anyone. He had lived a pretty isolated childhood with the exception of his daily tutoring sessions and hanging out with a girl that he had heard his parents and her parents say would be his future bride. She was a nice girl, good breeding and all, but they would be nothing more than friends. The idea of ever marrying someone because of something other than love repulsed the young boy for some reason.

After getting to the end of the train, he finally settled on a compartment that was currently occupied by a red-haired girl and a dark-haired boy with the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

"I am not an annoying know-it-all, Albus Severus Potter! Wait until I tell your mum that you said that," the red-haired girl complained.

"I told you not to use my full name!" The dark-haired boy turned his attention to Scorpius. "Tell Rose here that my parents were bloody idiots for giving me a name like Albus Severus." Scorpius chuckled.

"Hey, it isn't any worse than Scorpius Hyperion. My mum wanted to name me Vincent after a friend of my father's but my father thought it would break the old Malfoy family tradition." Albus let out a slight smile upon hearing this, Rose looked like she was about to spit up the Chocolate Frog in her mouth.

"Good point. But I mean really, Albus Severus is an old bloke's name. At least Scorpius is kind of modern. Do you know who I'm named after? (Rose groaned) Albus Dumbledore of all people! He was like a million years old when he died. And Severus Snape. I don't get it. These two guys either lied or were mean to my dad and he still named me after them!" Rose and Scorpius exchanged a brief look as Albus continued to rant about how his brother had gotten the cooler name, how awesome of a bloke Sirius Black was, and how even his cousin Hugo got a better name.

"I apologize for my cousin, Scorpius. He is normally one of the shyest people you'd have the pleasure-and I do mean pleasure-to meet. I'm Rose. Rose Weasley. So you're Mr. Malfoy's son?" There was a hint of judgment in Rose's voice but not anymore than Scorpius was used to hearing after being the son of former (although sometimes people talked like it was current) Death Eater Draco Malfoy.

"Yes I am. And you are Ron Weasley's daughter. You have the freckles so where are the hand-me-down clothes?" Scorpius smirked. He didn't mean to come across as harsh but it would be a nice rebuttal to her statement.

"Have you been reading the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler? The Weasleys are just as rich as you Malfoys. But unlike the Malfoys, the Weasleys choose to spend their wealth on the greater good instead of the greater evil." Scorpius admired the girl's spunk. It would be hard for him to get another sly remark past her.

"Actually my mum and father are against me reading newspapers (Rose's jaw finally dropped at this). They think it will be a bad influence on my thoughts but I don't see how an article on the slow extinction of Crumple-Horned Snorkbacks is going to be a bad influence on me. I mean who comes up with that? I bet those photos aren't even real." He finally saw Rose smile in his direction.

"I know, right? Sure the woman who comes up with that is my godmother and practically my aunt but my mum and I don't fall for it." Scorpius got a glimpse of the book in front of her: Hogwarts: A History.

"You've read Hogwarts: A History?" Albus let out a groan that caused several people to look into the compartment where the trio was seated.

"Please Scorpius, if you have any respect for me, do not ask Rose if she has read Hogwarts: A History."

Rose shot a look at Albus and started to open her mouth. "Albus, I wouldn't be that bad if someone actually bothered to read the book when I told them to. You do not know what you are missing."

"Oh yes I do. I'd rather listen to one of Uncle Percy's lectures than read that thing you call a book." Scorpius chuckled again. These two had to be some of the best things to come into his young life.

"It is quite good actually. I have every volume. Except for the newest one. I haven't got a chance to pick it up yet." Rose smiled at the blonde yet again.

"See Albus? I'm not the only person who thinks that book is great. Scorpius, if you and I are in the same house I promise you I will find some way to get you the newest volume of Hogwarts: A History. It's absolutely grand." Albus sighed.

"She only likes it because she enjoys reading about herself. You got a whole chapter devoted to yourself yet, Rosie?" After seeing the two exchange a glare, Scorpius decided now would be a perfect time to change the subject.

"So what house do you two hope to be sorted into?" One part of him hoped that the three would be in the same house, but the other part absolutely dreaded the idea of having to listen to the two bicker for seven years.

"Well my mum was almost sorted into Ravenclaw so I wouldn't mind it if I got sorted into that one. Did you know that while the other three houses have a simple password for you to answer, the Ravenclaw painting will only open if you answer a question correctly? And these questions aren't like 'What house has a snake as their mascot?' We are talking genuinely hard questions," Rose paused to take a breath, "Now Albus, tell Scorpius about how scared you are to get into Slytherin." Albus glared at Rose. Grandmother Greengrass would be telling Albus that his eyes would stay like that permanently if she were here, going by how much he had glared during the train ride.

"It's all James' bloody fault! If he didn't stop telling me how Slytherin only created dark wizards, I would be fine. Scorpius you're from a long line of Slytherins, how are they really?" Scorpius blushed at this. To be honest, his mother was the only semi-nice person in his family to come out of Slytherin and she wasn't even a blood Malfoy.

"They're quite terrible but I don't think all of them are evil. I mean Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor and he turned against his best mate. What's so brave about that? Sure my family was a bunch of Death Eaters, but they do protect their own kind." Scorpius suddenly remembered who Albus' grandfather was. "I am so sorry about that, mate."

"It's no big deal. I mean bravery can't be the only thing that defines a Gryffindor. My brother James is one of the most big-headed people you'd ever meet and isn't that a Slytherin trait?" The two boys exchanged a laugh.

"I guess it is. I feel like I have to be a Slytherin but I think I'd rather be a Ravenclaw. Or a Hufflepuff, my family hates Puffs." Rose and Albus laughed. "What did I say?"

"I'm sorry, Scorpius, but we've never heard Hufflepuffs be called Puffs before. Rather cool name, if I might add. I don't think you'll ever catch Rose calling them that though." The two cousins glared at each other again. It seemed that their friendship was built as much on annoyance as it was as on love.

"I'll call them Puffs. Just not in public. If the Helga Hufflepuff wanted the house to be called the Puff house ("They didn't because it sounds too much like a gay pub.," Albus whispered to Scorpius) then they would've called it the Puff house."

The trio continued to talk and exchange Chocolate Frog Cards (each laughing when the other's respective parents would appear on one of the cards then blushing when their own came up) until the Hogsmeade sign came into clear view.

"Baby brother, why are you hanging out with that Malfoy kid? I thought you said you didn't want to be a Slytherin," a tall dark-haired boy that Scorpius assumed was James said to Albus.

"I don't." James let out a laugh that scared a few nearby first years.

"Then why are you hanging out with the Slytherin Prince himself?" Albus' face turned a deep shade of red and Rose brought Scorpius over to the direction of the coming boats.

"Who says he's going to be a Slytherin? And even if he were, I'd still be friends with him. He's not that bad of a bloke.," Albus attempted a whisper.

"Who says he won't? When your blood is green, you will be green. Simply as that. Now Ronan has a little brother that I'm sure you'll get along just great with." James' voice was far from a whisper.

"Your blood is red and you're one of the biggest gits I've ever met!" Albus' voice started to grow from a whisper to a shout in minutes. James glared at Albus. They loved each other as all brothers do but when you put two people with personalities like Albus and James' together, flames were bound to start.

Scorpius was concerned about the two despite Rose's constant claims that they did this all the time. "It's all because of me, isn't it?"

"Really Scorpius, it has nothing to do with you. You should meet my father. He hates Slytherins. My aunt and uncle could care less for them but when you look up to my father as much as James does, you are bound to inherit some of the same traits. I will admit, I judged you at first. I'm sure you are used to that. I don't think you are too bad. Not any worse than some of my cousins." Regardless of their first impressions, Scorpius liked Rose.
"I figured that much after the train ride. Do you and Albus normally fight that much?" Rose shrugged.

"Not really. We're both nervous today. I'm sure you are too, Scorpius." The boats became more visible. "You want to grab Albus? Don't worry. James doesn't bite. He knows a few curses that could leave you itching for a while but nothing deathly. He's only a third year. You don't learn unforgivable curses until fourth year, I've heard."


"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Professor Longbottom shouted with a small hint of unease in his voice. He had seen some pretty strange things in his ten years as a professor at Hogwarts. The sortings usually being the strangest. Who would've ever thought that a Weasley would be a Slytherin or that sweet Teddy Lupin would be sorted into Slytherin as well? And that both would become some the best their houses have seen in years.

"On the outside, you look just like him. On the inside, you look just like her. Your mum might not have told you this but she was almost a Hufflepuff. Actually I had a hard time sorting her," the hat said to Scorpius.

"You did?" He was shocked. His parents always made their sortings seem so simple. Heck, the hat had barely touched his father's head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!" almost thirty years ago. His mum had just said that the hat thought that she would achieve great things in Slytherin.

"Yes, I did. Like you, she came from a long line of Slytherins and was scared of disappointing her family. Scorpius, sometimes you have to leave people behind in order to truly move forward. The people who come are worth it, the people who don't were never meant to come. That is why I put you in...RAVENCLAW!" These words of wisdom helped reassure him. He would make new friends and a name for himself at same time. He would be Scorpius. Not Scorpius Malfoy. He practically skipped to the Ravenclaw table.

"Potter, Albus!" Scorpius watched as his friend's face turned into one of pure fear. He knew how Albus felt. In a way they were of two different sides of the same coin. Albus was from a family of heroes while Scorpius was from a family of villains. Albus' family was filled with Gryffindors, Scorpius' was filled with Slytherins.

He could see Rose mouth the words 'Good luck' to her cousin. He hated that he was at the Ravenclaw table or else he too would've wished Albus good luck.

"Well fine.," the hat said after several minutes of hard debating, "RAVENCLAW!" Albus slightly grinned as he walked over to the Ravenclaw table. Both were already getting mixed looks from some of the older Ravenclaws.


"Can you believe all three of us got into Ravenclaw?" Scorpius asked with a huge grin on his face. Unlike Albus, he could barely touch his feast.

"'ot 'eally. 'f 'ou' ew 'p 'ith 'ose 'ike I 'ave, 'ou ouldn't 'e 'urprised 'he 'ot 'ino 'avenclaw.," Albus said shoveling a heap full of food into his already stuffed mouth.

"Albus, the least you can do is finish eating before you insult me. And actually three strangers getting into the same house isn't that uncommon. It can go either way really. Teddy had three friends and they each ended up in one of the four houses," Rose wiped something off Albus' face much to his discontent, "Real pain though after you've gotten so fond of these people over the course of the train ride only to be separated."

"Guess we got lucky then. So do you think are families will be mad at us?"

"I know yours will but when your family is as big as mine and Albus', our family just places bets on who is going to get sorted into what house. Our Uncle George started it even though our grandmother hates the idea and thinks that that much pressure shouldn't be pressed on her grandchildren." Albus laughed.

"She only hates it because she's lost on most of us. There was," Albus started counting on his fingers, "when Louis got into Hufflepuff when Grandmum was convinced he'd be a Ravenclaw, when Teddy got into Slytherin but everyone lost a bucketload of galleons on that one, when Roxanne got into Gryffindor, oh yeah and when Victorie got into Hufflepuff. First grandbaby didn't even become a Gryffindor." As quickly as he finished talking, he was already looking for something he hadn't tried yet.

"At least she was right on Fred, MJ, Lucy, James, and Dominique." Scorpius couldn't believe just how many Weasleys there were. Sure with five children, there was bound to be a lot of grandchildren but he dared wonder just how many grandchildren there would be if the first Fred had lived and if Charlie actually wanted to settle down ("Sharing a cave with Norberta the Norwegian Ridgeback is the closest he's going to get to settling down.," Albus had told him.)

"Eh. But there's still Hugo, Lily, Lorcan, Lysander, Frankie, Jack, and Flora."

"Why does your family even place bets on Lorcan, Lysander, Frankie, Jack, and Flora?" Albus looked at Rose for the answer.

" We count them as family since Professor Longbottom has no family since his grandmother died when Jack was a baby and Luna and her father don't talk much."

"And I thought you said that the Weasleys didn't spend their wealth on the greater evil? The Malfoys just buy extravagant gifts for each other. This wand, custom ordered from the wandmaker who made Quidditch legend Viktor Krum's wand. Ollivander is good but my parents wanted the best for me." Scorpius proceeded to twirl his wand around in a fashion he had picked up during the summer.

"Mr. Malfoy, no wands at the table. Five points from Ravenclaw." Scorpius blushed as some of the Ravenclaws laughed at him and others gave him mean looks.

"Leave it to a Malfoy to cause us to lose five points at the start of the year. Did we even have any points to begin with, Malfoy?" Jensen Thompson, a fifth year, rudely asked the young blonde.

"Actually we-" Rose started.

"Shut up, Weasley. I want Malfoy to answer this one." A few of the older Ravenclaws started egging on Jensen, the younger ones still weren't sure of what to make of either one.

"I...I...don't know." Jensen let out a loud, booming laugh.

"Yeh hear that? Little Malfoy doesn't know! Bet you did it on purpose. Didn't you, you little git?" Jensen gave Scorpius a brief second to answer. "Didn't you? Above answering me are you?"

"THOMPSON!" Headmistress McGonagall shouted. "Detention for a week."

"But he's a Malfoy! Why aren't you giving him detention?" McGonagall sighed and walked closer to Thompson.

"He is just a first year fooling about with his wand. Sure it was dangerous but at the moment, he was doing no serious harm to anyone. Unlike you, Thompson. The points were a warning. You getting detention, however, is a punishment."

"But I-" Thompson's face was both spiteful and scared to pieces.

"But nothing. Now that the feast is over, I would appreciate it if you and Emilia Cooper lead the Ravenclaws to the dorms."


If Scorpius and Albus couldn't agree on anything else, they could both agree that they were totally unprepared for entering the Ravenclaw dorms. Rose, however, was fully prepared. "Luna can be nice if you just agree with her about the existence of those Merlin-awful Nargles."

"Hello, I am Emilia Cooper. One of the Prefects of the Ravenclaw house. One of the things that sets Ravenclaw house apart from the other houses is how we enter our dorm rooms. Most paintings accept a password, but ours will only accept the correct answer to a riddle. The riddle is forever changing so I would recommend that all of you first years read up. One of the older students or myself will help you for the first few weeks but after that you are on your own."

If you say my name, I disappear. What am I? Some of the first years exchanged whispers, Rose was just about to answer when Emilia said: "Hold it, Weasley. I do not care if you already know the answer. Tonight, I answer the riddle. Silence." The painting swung open, much to the amusement of two small first years. "Easy as that. Now if you want to hang out in the common room, feel free to but you must be in your dorms by nine o'clock. Once you become a fifth year like myself, you can stay up until ten o'clock. Good night and good luck.

Dear Mum and Father,

I made it to Hogwarts safely. And I've already made a new friend. He is a scrappy young boy from a family of well-known wizards. We both got sorted into Ravenclaw. And Mum, why didn't you tell me that the sorting hat had had a hard time sorting you? Sure would've helped me a lot. Father, I am sorry I didn't get sorted into Slytherin but I like Ravenclaw. A fifth year tried to start something with me but I just ignored him. Mum, I think you would've been proud of me for doing that.

PS: Tell Grandfather Malfoy I got sorted into Slytherin. I think Grandmother Malfoy would be fine with it but I'm not sure how he would react to the last of the Malfoy line not getting into Slytherin. Mum, Father, why couldn't you have had just one more son?

Your only son,
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

Dear Mum and Dad,

Don't worry about me. I am now safely enclosed at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You know that Malfoy kid that Uncle Ron told Rose not to be friends with? We're both friends with him. He seems the complete opposite of his father. That and he's as obsessed with Hogwarts: A History as Rose is. So she's as happy as a Puffskein now. The three of us are in Ravenclaw house. I have no idea how! Rose and Scorpius, I can see. But while I'm not completely daft, I wouldn't consider myself Ravenclaw smart.

Tell Lily that we can't wait to see her in 2019.

AS Potter

Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story, I'm kind of scrap for titles so if anyone has any suggestions, you can either put it in the review or PM me. When I wrote this story I wanted it to be the kind of Next Generation fanfiction I would want to read. While I do have some Next Gen. stories that depict a darker future than the one you see here, I wanted this story to be pretty bright. To show a Hogwarts without war or impending doom. There's going to be some romance in it but I wouldn't say it is going to be a romantic story. All in all, it is a story of Scorpius Malfoy and his life at Hogwarts.

ALSO, IF ANY ONE OF YOU CAN DRAW GOOD WOULD YOU PLEASE DRAW A COVER FOR MY STORY! You will get mentioned in the next author's note if you do. If you scratch my back, I will scratch yours.