Hey I'm Schnauzer lover. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I hope you guys love it!
Me: I just bought the deeds for Harry Potter! I'm going to make the next movie actually follow the book!
Fiona: Yay! Really?
Me: No (sniffle).
Rose Weasley stared curiously at the boy her father had just pointed out to her. He had hair so blonde that it was almost white and resembled his father just as much as Albus resembled Uncle Harry.
"Don't get too friendly with him though Rose, Granddaddy Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure blood."
Rose pondered her father's words as she and Albus struggled to find an empty compartment. What did it matter if someone was pure blood or not?
"Here's one Rose," said Al, it was empty but for one blonde, tall, pale boy whom Rose recognized at once.
"Hi," said Rose as she pulled her trunk into the compartment. "You're Scorpius Malfoy, Aren't you?" She turned red as she realised how stalkerish that had sounded.
The boy looked up. "Yes, and you must be a Weasley and you are Albus Potter."
"Yes," replied Rose, extremely surprised, "Rose Weasley, how did you know?"
"I read about your parents in chapters ten through fifteen in our Defence against the Dark Arts textbook, 'Thwarting the Darkest Arts Grade 1.' You look very like them."
Rose and Al glanced at each other in surprise, Rose was very like her mother and would have read on in her books as well, but her father would not allow it.
"There's nothing worse than starting first year and being an 'insufferable know-it-all,' as Snape once said. But don't tell your mother I said that." He had added hastily.
After this unprecedented revelation from their new acquaintance, Albus quickly engaged Scorpius in a debate about Quidditch Teams and Rose buried her nose in her own DADA textbook to find out more about her parents' past. She did not notice Albus' anxious glances towards her as her face grew stoney.
"Come On," She sighed, jolting the others out of their in-depth conversation about Quidditch fouls. "We'd better get our robes on, we're nearly there." She decided to put aside what she had read until she had time to discuss it with Albus alone.
She crossed the lake in a small boat with Al, Scorpius and a round-faced girl called Alice Longbottom. As she crossed the Great Hall with the other first years, her knees knocked together painfully and her eyes never left the tattered, grey, old hat that sat on a stool at the front of the hall. A nudge in the elbow jolted her out of her reverie. It was Scorpius who smiled encouragingly at her, making her feel distinctly calmer as she smiled back.
"Malfoy, Scorpius."
A flurry of recognition and hatred flew around the hall as Scorpius donned the hat.
The Sorting Hat took a very long time deciding upon Scorpius' fate and Rose was terrified that he might not be sorted at all. She had only met him, and yet she wanted him to be in the same house as her- he seemed to be friendly.
"Gryffindor!" Cried the hat eventually and there was no clapping or cheering from the hall, just stunned silence. However, Scorpius seemed overjoyed and even winked at Rose as he bounced off the stool and strode towards the table that was emitting obvious animosity towards him.
He was soon accompanied to everyone's surprise by Rose and Al, who had also been chosen for Gryffindor the second the hat had touched their heads.
"So, I suppose I'm not really welcome here." Scorpius said as they sat down, with an air of forced cheerfulness.
"Don't worry, we're your friends." Said Al easily.
"Yeah," agreed Rose quietly, "Yeah we are"