Disclamer: I only own the stuff I made up. JK Rowling owns the rest.
Albus's POV
Albus stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express. He felt his heart rate race when the train took up speed and he could not see his mum or dad. James was no help.
He kept saying how if Albus was in Slytherin, he will completely ignore Albus for the rest of eternity. "I will even take away your right to be insulted by me," James said.
"Do me a favor and shut up" Albus fumed. "Whoa little brother, if you keep that up maybe you will be in Slytherin," "James, don't you have friends to sit with," Rose
inquired exasperatedly. James blushed and stalked out to go find his friends.
Just after James left the compartment, a short, painfully skinny boy with dirty blonde hair walked into the compartment. He didn't really walk, but he held his chin high
and... swayed into the compartment. He was accompanied by a tall, muscular, olive skinned guy and the none other Scorpius Malfoy. "Hey your Harry Potter's kid
right?"
spoke the skinny kid. Albus nodded. "Your dad's an idiot," Albus looked rather confused. "What do you know," said Rose "Who are you, if you think you're so high and
mighty," "Bartholomew Goyle," answered the short kid. "Goyle! Well my father says that your dad is as dim as a troll," Rose taunted."Who might you be,"said
Bartholomew snidely. "Rose Weasley," "Weasley?" Bartholomew spat out the name. "Which one? "Ron" "Oh Ron, he's the one that married the mudblood Granger, right?"
Bartholomew sniggered. Before Albus or Rose could do anything, Scorpius Malfoy lunged at Goyle from behind and knocked him down. "Malfoy! What the heck was that
for? Zambini, come with me and leave this troll for brains alone." He and the muscular kid stalked off. Scorpio shakily stood up. "Sorry about that, I didn't think he
would use that word," and with that he walked away, leaving Albus and Rose in stunned silence.