A/N: Hello! Welcome to my story XD Okay, so this is how I think Rose and Scorp got together. I've read a lot of Scor/Rose stories, but for a while I was lacking one that really made me happy, so I decided to write my own! This story will line up with most of my other Next Gen stories, at least somewhat, since I have one head-cannon (basically) for all of the ones that I write. Also, this is my first Next Gen fic, so if you have any suggestions at all, I'm all ears! Um, I think that's all I have to say now...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters nor the world in which this story takes place. They are JK Rowling's, (and the other various companies associated with the Harry Potter world).

September 1, 2017

The morning of September first always meant back to school time, at least in my family where there was always at least a child in school. This year, however, was different. This year I would be going to school with my cousins.

This fall I was starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the greatest magical school in all of Europe... Well, at least that was my opinion. Auntie Fleur says that Beauxbatons is a really good school, too, but...

We got to the station half an hour early. Mum think that 'early is on time, and on time is late,' so we were practically early for everything. Unless Dad was in charge of making sure we were somewhere. Dad's habitually late. Mum said she should have realised when he and Uncle Harry were late for almost all their classes the first week of school during their first year.

While my parents were talking to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny as Al and I waited to get on the Hogwarts Express, I noticed an interesting looking blonde boy and was watching him from the corner of my eye as best I could. He had short, blonde hair with the front slicked up, a dark green t-shirt, and dark blue jeans. His trainers were beat up, and he looked really nervous. For some reason, I had this feeling that Mum and Dad wouldn't like it if they saw me staring at the boy, even if I wasn't really staring. My family was constantly harassed by news-people, so I was well aware of what real staring was.

"Rosie, what are you looking for?" Hugo asked me quietly.

"I'm looking for Vic. She said she'd help me find a seat," I said, only half-lying.

"Okay," Hugo said, turning back to the family.

A little later, Dad and Uncle Harry finally noticed the boy and his parents. I heard the name Malfoy and almost immediately blushed. I couldn't like a Malfoy. I couldn't even like looking at him like I was. Mum and Dad hadn't gotten on with Mr. Malfoy at school, and Dad still hadn't completely forgiven the blonde man.

Dad joked (though I think he was sort of serious) that I needed to beat him at every test, to which Mum smacked his arm lightly. I just rolled my eyes.

It was true that I had my mother's brain. I'd always done well in the Muggle school Mum made sure we were enrolled in, so much so that I'd actually been invited to join an elite school for the gifted. Mum and Dad had argued for weeks about whether I would go there during the day and learning magic at night from Mum and Dad or going to Hogwarts. When they finally asked me what I wanted for myself, I said Hogwarts! I had no desire to live in the Muggle world when I grew up, the only reason I would need to attend the Muggle school.

While I was thinking, it was decided that we needed to get on the train. After hugging everyone (and hearing Lil and Hugo whine about not being able to come as well), I followed Al and James on the train. I wandered after them, spotting Dom (Uncle Bill's middle child) with some of her vaguely familiar friends in one compartment, Molly (Uncle Percy's oldest) and some people in another...

"And this is our stop, boy and girl!" James said, opening the door to a compartment containing Fred and Roxanne (Uncle George's twins), and Lysander Scamander (Aunt Luna's older son).

"There's the little newbies!" Lysander said, reaching forward to ruffle Al's hair and then mine.

"Hi, Lys," I said, smiling at him. He's going into his second year at school, and he's a Ravenclaw, unlike most of the rest of my family. Well, that might have been because Aunt Luna and Uncle Rolf technically weren't related to any of us by blood, but they were as good as family.

"Hey there, cuz," Roxanne said, sliding over to make room for me to sit next to her. From her other side Fred smiled.

"You both ready to join the best house?" he asked jokingly, unaware of Al's nervousness.

"I hope…" Al said from the window seat next to Lysander, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"What's wrong, Al?" Fred asked, actually looking concerned. In this group of four, it was quite plain that Freddie was the most in-touch with his feelings.

"He's nervous that he'll be in Slytherin," James said from his seat by the door.

"Why would you be a snake?" Roxanne asked, confused. "You're dad's freaking Harry Potter, the most famous man in the Wizarding World. Who's known for his Gryffindor-ness."

"That's what scares me…" Al muttered. I felt bad for him; he wanted to fit in, but as the son of the Harry Potter people were expecting things.

"Listen, Al," I started to say. "We're not our parents, right? Sure, my mum is super-smart, and so am I. Sure, Aunt Gin is great at Quidditch just like James and you. Sure, Freddie and Roxanne cause as much trouble as Uncle George and Uncle Fred supposedly caused. But beyond all that we are ourselves, each one of us our own, individual person." As I finished up, I could see all the eyes in the compartment were on me. Great.

"Wow, Rose. Looks like you've gotten you're mother's ability to speak as well," Lysander commented. James rolled his eyes.

"Well we all knew that. She's always been able to convince us of anything," James pointed out. He was right in saying that; I generally knew what I needed to say to get what I wanted. I didn't abuse that ability… Okay, I didn't abuse it too often…

"Yeah, and she sure didn't get that from Uncle Ron," Roxanne said, chuckling. I had the sudden urge to defend my dad.

"What's wrong with Dad?" I asked.

"Nothing, Rosie," Fred said, sending a look at Roxanne.

"He's not the most fluent with the English language…" Roxanne said, shrugging. "And when he can't vocalize himself he starts to turn that lovely shade of maroon Gram always makes things for him in."

"I happen to love Daddy's quirks," I huffed.

"Lily still gets the 'Daddy's girl' award," James said, rolling his eyes. "That man will do anything for his little redheaded princess."

"Are you jealous because you too got dark locks?" Roxanne said, pulling her rich brown hair up into a ponytail.

"No…" James said. "Darkies have more fun!"

"I disagree," Fred said. He had the Weasley hair, to the point where everyone always said he might as well be a younger version of our deceased Uncle Fred.

"Me too!" I said. I was pale, with bushy red hair and horrid teeth. I'd gotten the worst traits from both of my parents.

"I'm blonde… What does that count for?" Lysander asked. He had longish blonde hair and light blue eyes, and he was surprisingly popular at school despite his quirks.

"Well you're not a dark-haired person," James said with an eye roll.

"I thought the debate was between redheads and not-redheads," Lysander said.

"Does it really matter guys?" Albus asked. "There are more important things we could be discussing, like whether you lot really think I'm going to end up in Slytherin!"

"Al, you're not going to be a Slytherin," I said, hiding an eye roll. He'd been worried for weeks.

"Albus, didn't Dad tell you something on the platform? He's usually right, you know..." James said.

"Well…" Albus said, trailing off. "Dad said that the hat takes what you want to be in into account."

"Do you want to be a snake?" Roxanne asked.

"Of course not!"

"Then I don't see what you're so worked up about," Lysander said. "You don't have to worry about Ravenclaw with how illogical you're being."

"It's just…" Al said, trailing off. He obviously wasn't getting the response he wanted.

"Listen, Al, Rosie and I aren't the cousins to come crying to..." Roxanne said. I sent her a look. I was plenty sensitive, thank you. I helped calm over-the-top Albus all the time. "Okay, I'm not the female cousin to come crying to. That would be Molly and Vic. So if you want to cry or to be comforted, go find them."

Albus huffed. Roxanne rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window, while Lysander pulled out the latest issue of the Quibbler from his satchel. Fred and James set up a game of Wizard's Chess, and I started watching, trying to understand each boy's strategy.

This was going to be a long year, I could already tell. Fun, yes, but long. I saw the kids walking past our compartment, trying to get a glimpse of Harry Potter's sons and Ron and Hermione Weasley's daughter. We were famous because they were famous. I had a feeling our names would be famous for a long time. Just watching Vic and Teddy grow up, anytime anything happened with them they always seemed to make the front page. Rita Skeeter, Mum and Uncle Harry's least favorite gossip columnist who'd been writing slander about the family since they were still in school, seemed to be the driving force behind our constant presence in the news.

"Oi! James!" Olivia Wood, daughter of famous Quidditch players Katie Bell and Oliver Wood, yelled from the doorway to our compartment.

"Hey Liv," James said without looking up from his game.

"You're not even going to look at me?" Olivia huffed. I honestly had no idea how those two stayed best friends. I swear they were in an argument every other minute. Maybe it was because both of them were hot-headed and blunt enough to deal with each other.

Anyway, James looked up at Olivia and took in the badge on her chest. "No way..." he said, his mouth gaping. I had no idea what the badge meant.

"Well, technically, I'm not the captain," Olivia said. "But Ryan is!" She unpinned the badge from her shirt and slipped it back into her pocket.

"Seriously!? That's great! We're bound to have a winning season now!" James said, his face lighting up.

"I know! Ry's like the best chaser on the team, no offense."

"None taken... He's loads better than I was last season. I think the only reason Kelsey let me on the team is 'cause she wanted to meet my parents."

"We'll need a seeker now without her, though..." Olivia said thoughtfully, sitting next to James and crushing me against Al, who sent me that pissed look James tended to make him express.

"Al's a good seeker," I piped up from my seat.

"He's only a first year," James said rudely.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Al asked.

"First years aren't on the house quidditch team," Olivia said, her voice carrying some of that 'duh' tone.

"Dad was."

"Dad was the first person in a century, and there's been no one since," James retorted.

"Well, who's to say I won't do it, too?" Al replied.

"If you want to try, go ahead," Oliva said, before turning back to James. "Anyway, Frank said to tell you -"

"Frank's on the train?" Albus asked. "Does that mean Alice is?" He started to actually look excited.

"Longbottoms don't ride the train, since they practically live at the school..." Olivia said, rolling her eyes and visibly mouthing 'stupid first years'.

"Oh," Albus said weakly. I was aware, like most people, on Albus's crush on Alice. What most people didn't know, however, was that Alice liked Al right back. They were just too ignorant to realise it for themselves.

"Listen, Ry's going to be looking for this," Olivia said, flashing the badge again. "I better go give it back. Wait for me for a carriage, okay?"

James nodded, and Olivia left the compartment. He turned back to Fred and the chessboard.

The rest of the train ride seemed to pass in silence. Albus stared moodily out of the window, Roxanne doodled on a spare piece of parchment, I read an old Muggle book (The Book Thief by Markus Zusak), Lysander read The Quibbler and Fred and James played chess. When we pulled into the station, we parted ways without saying goodbye. Albus and I headed for Hagrid (and the boats) while the others continued on through the station.

"You alri', Albus and Rose?" Hagrid asked, smiling at us as we approached him.

"Yeah, I had a good summer, Hagrid," I said, smiling. Albus just muttered darkly, some of his worries cropping back up.

"What's wron' wi' Albus?" Hagrid asked me.

"He's afraid he won't be in the 'right' house, and he's mad because James and Olivia Wood weren't being the kindest back on the train..." I explained, helping Al into a boat with an Indian-looking girl neither of us knew.

"Don't worry, Al," Hagrid said, shaking his head. "Yer'll be fine. Yer almost more like yer dad than James is..." At Hagrid's comment, Albus seemed to perk up slightly. He liked being compared to his dad, at least every now and then. Everyone knew Harry Potter was a genuinely decent human being, like all people should try to be.

As the boats set off, I decided to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm-"

"I know, you're Rose Weasley, and he's Albus Potter. The whole Wizarding World knows who you are," the girl said, cutting me off quite rudely.

"Well would you mind telling us who you are then?" I asked politely as I could.

"I'm Serena Boot," the girl said, flipping her sleek, dark hair over her shoulder. "Actually, my mum went with your dad to the Yule Ball in their fourth year, Rose. She said it was the worst time she'd ever had with a boy, ever."

"That would be my dad..." I said, laughing with the girl. "Although he does have his moments... Who's your mum?"

"Padma Patil Boot," Serena said proudly. "She was in Dumbledore's Army with your parents."

"I think Mum's mentioned her once or twice," I said weakly. In all honesty, my parents know a lot of people. Serena didn't pick up on my unsureness, however, and continued to looked proud.

"Whoa! Look at that!" Albus said, pointing to our first view of Hogwarts School. I'd been there once with Dad before. This particular view, however, still took my breath away and made my heart speed up. The butterflies reappeared in my chest, beating their wings fast against my ribcage.

"It's real," Serena muttered. "We're actually going to Hogwarts!"

"I know..." I said. "It's crazy. I've been dreaming about this for years..."

"Course you have, Rosie," Albus commented. "You're such a nerd."

"Like you haven't wanted to come prove yourself..." I retorted.

This is going to be a great year, I thought as we left the boats. I can't wait to see what happens.