Prologue
"Dad, I'm nervous." The young boy told his dad. He looked around at the much more close families with more support in them than his family, with a bad reputation.
"Someone like us shall never be nervous. We rule over the Wizarding kind. We are the best." The father replied confidently.
"But….I mean…." The little boy started.
"No. Get on the train." The father replied, with a stiff face and no sympathy.
"Dad, I'll miss you. Really! You promise you'll write?" The other young boy asked his father.
"Of course I will. Don't you worry about a thing. Just make the best of it." The other boy's father told him.
But this boy WAS nervous, he WAS scared, he HAD to be. Didn't his father see that? He knew his dad was trying to assure him, but that didn't make the jitters go away. He gave his family a last wave as he boarded the train with his siblings, trying to take in his father's words.
Who were these two young boys and their fathers? You should know them easily by now.
These boys were Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Severus Potter, the sons of long time rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
But that rivalry would change.
