Hi guys! It's my first time writing a fanfic for HP. I'm really excited :D I hope you like it.

Summary: It's basically the continuation of the fic, in Scorpius' point of view. I drafted out the whole plotline, so this fic will span for the entire seven years of Scorpius' life in Hogwarts.

The pairings are Scorpius X Rose, if you find it weird you can imagine it as a Draco X Hermione pair (Tomma!) since Scorpius looks like Draco and Rose looks like Hermione (supposedly). They ARE supposed to look quite alike, though in the movie Scorpius looked really really really cute! I created this pair mainly for this reason. And for another reason: I want to write about the good and nice Slytherin people, because Slytherin is always discriminated as evil, and I'm really unhappy about it.

Slytherin is cool too! xD

The first two chapters would be slightly similar to book one as…you know, there's nothing new to write about the train journey, it's just so normal =.= bear with it…I promise the next few chapters would be utterly original.

The Journey to Hogwarts

It was finally first of September. King's Cross station was unusually packed with people today. Strange people, to be more specific. People wearing robes, people wearing pointed hats, people with owls on their trolley, so you can't exactly blame the security guards from frowning in surprise at all the huge crowds of strange people.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was getting ready for his first day in Hogwarts, a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The family of three walked together in the station, scowling at all the people around them, and glaring at the security guards for staring at them.

"Have you double-checked your luggage?" The older women, Astoria asked frantically. "Did you bring everything that you're supposed to bring?"

"Yes I did, mom." Scorpius said, rolling his eyes at his mother's irksome nags.

"Oh dear, it'd be horrible if you forget something." The brunette said, opening the luggage for one last check. "You sure you've got all your books? And your hair is too long; do you need me to cut it for you now?"

"No! Please, mom, stop checking already, I'm not a kid! And I want my hair this long!" Scorpius insisted, hiding his shoulder-length hair away from his mother. Scorpius liked the feel of his long blonde hair flying around his neck, and he was not going to let his mother cut his hair similar to his father. He was sick of looking like his father all the time.

"Where's your broomstick?" Astoria asked, changing the topic frantically.

"First years aren't allowed to bring broomsticks." He said, exasperated.

"I still don't see why first years can't have their own broomsticks." Draco said, making his presence known for the first time after they arrived. "That stupid rule had been there for ages even with no logical reason." He shook his head in disapproval. "But you'll get to try out for Slytherin's Quidditch team in your second year. Make sure you become a seeker, like me." He said, puffing out his chest proudly.

Scorpius shrugged and made no comment. He knew how much his father wanted him to be picked to play for Slytherin, but the truth is, Scorpius never much fancied Quidditch. Flying on broomsticks chasing balls just seem so meaningless to him, even if the entire Wizarding nation loved the sport.

"Let's go now." Astoria said, looking up at the giant clock on the platform. They had to get to platform nine and three-quarters to catch the Hogwarts Express, which involved walking through the solid barrier between platforms nine and ten in a way that no Muggles would notice. (Which he doubted that his parents cared.) Scorpius never understood why is it not platform nine and half, but nine and three-quarters. The entrance, after all, is in the middle of the two platforms. He tried asking a few days back, but he never got a satisfactory answer.

The three of them pushed their trolley across the barrier. Scorpius closed his eyes as he walked along his parents silently, half-heartedly waiting for a crash. When nothing happened, he opened his eyes again, only to be awed at the huge platform bustling with people, wizards and students from the school he would be going to. The smoke from the train was too thick for Scorpius to see anyone clearly other than his parents, but Scorpius didn't mind much.

"Geez, they ought to make this place slightly more visible…I can't find Parkinson and Goyle…" He heard his father mutter. Great, he never liked that Peter Parkinson and Jason Goyle, and meeting them every summer was enough of a torture. Pity that they are all going to be in the same house…

"How does the sorting hat look like?" Scorpius asked. Draco had always preached to Scorpius about the wonders of Slytherin and how he absolutely has to be sorted into Slytherin since their whole family was in Slytherin.

"It's a very old hat, big and ragged." Astoria said. "There's nothing to fear about."

"A torn-apart, dirty old hat that ought to be changed." Draco puffed. "Or at least washed or something. When I wore it during my first year, I almost puked in disgust."

"I would get into Slytherin, would I?" Scorpius asked. "What if I got into some other house? Like…like…erm…Ravenclaw?" He wouldn't dare to say Hufflepuff, or worse, even breathe the word Gryffindor. Ravenclaw seems to be the only other house that his father doesn't really mind as much.

"Nah, how could you not get into Slytherin?" Draco pushed away the matter easily, though Scorpius sensed that if he somehow didn't get into Slytherin, his father might disinherit him.

"I think Ravenclaw is alright." Astoria said. "It just means our Scorpius is clever, right?"

"Slytherin can be clever too!" The patriotic Slytherin announced boastfully. "Your father used to be the top in the house, you know."

"Don't believe him, your father used to fail everything other than potions, and it's because the potions master was the Head of Slytherin's house." Astoria whispered to Scorpius, and he sniggered a bit.

"Alright, time to get into the train." Draco announced, hauling the luggage up the training. "Tuck it in the compartment by yourself. Take care of that owl – what's the name?"

"Elmo."

"Yes, take care of Almo – what a weird name – alright? It's quite an expensive owl."

"Okay, bye."

"Take care of yourself, okay, Scorpius dear? And if you ever forget anything, just send an owl post, we'll send you immediately."

"Alright, mom, bye!" Scorpius turned away quickly so as to avoid anymore nags, and pulled his luggage to an empty compartment.

The whistle sounded, and the train began to move. Scorpius peeked at the window towards his parents, and rolled his eyes when his mother took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. His parents slowly disappeared, and the scene changed to blurred houses and trees. He was heading for school, and would be stuck in school for most of his time now. Hopefully Slytherin would not be filled with people like Parkinson and Goyle, then school life would really suck.

The compartment door slid open, and a boy with black and streaks of reddish-brown hair entered.

"Is this seat free?" He asked.

Scorpius nodded. The boy lugged his luggage into the compartment. The boy's luggage was classily brown, and it even shines just a little bit. He was holding onto a small, cleanly white Persian kitten. The robes he was wearing were also the best model there were. He must be from quite a rich Wizarding family, Scorpius noted. Subconsciously, he did something which his father always did to a seemingly influential and rich person.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sebastian Scottson." The boy answered.

Scottson…Scorpius frowned. "I've never heard of your family." He blurted out, though he knew his father would smack him if he was there; it was plain rude to say it in front of a potentially influential and rich wizard.

"Oh, well, that must be because I'm not a Wizard." Sebastian said uncomfortably. "As in, my family is not Wizards. Only me."

"You're a Mudblood?" Scorpius said, shocked. How could a Muggle have such expensive robes and stuff? Father used to say Muggles got their school stuff paid by the government, so everything was supposedly basic and all.

Sebastian blinked. "What's a Mudblood?"

"Oh, it's something we call Muggles, you know, non-wizarding people." Scorpius said, embarrassed. Sebastian seemed like a decent person. "It's quite a rude term, so I'm sorry to have used it on you."

Sebastian shrugged. "Nah it's alright. So it's some kind of a Wizard form of a 'nigger', right? I kind of expected some kind of discrimination already, so I don't really mind. I mean, my great-great-great – don't know how many greats there are – granduncle was a Wizard, but he's a really distant relative of mine, so I guess my family is still not magic enough. But my great-granduncle left some great amount of Wizard money. So we used it to buy my textbooks and stuff."

That explained the expensive robes, Scorpius thought as he nodded.

"Well, but trouble is, we are only given one-quarter of my great granduncle's money, so we have enough money for all my textbooks and whatever for the next seven years, but I wouldn't be getting pocket money and all." Sebastian said, looking gloomy. "You don't reckon they provide jobs for poor…whatever blood like us to work in the school, do you?"

"Muggles." Scorpius said. "And nope, I don't think so. All the jobs are being done by elves."

"Wow, you guys have elves to work for you?" Sebastian said, awed.

"Yup, elves are really powerful and can do lots of things. My family has an elf too. And anyway I don't think you would need pocket money, since food and everything is provided by the school."

"I still want to earn money, so I can buy some cool Wizard stuff I saw the other day." Sebastian said gloomily. He cheered up immediately as he changed the topic. "Anyway, tell me more about elves."

The two talked for quite a while, with Scorpius explaining about the Wizarding world, and Sebastian clarifying doubts on the Muggle world Scorpius always had. They even bought some snacks and chocolates from the trolley, and ate together happily.

"I used to go to the Muggle world a lot. I find it really intriguing, but father banned me. I named my owl Elmo, after that red fluffy toy I saw in the Muggle world when I was about six." Scorpius said, pointing to his owl.

Sebastian laughed. "Yeah, Elmo is cute. My Persian cat is called Red, after my favourite colour." He said. That was when Scorpius first noticed the small cat hiding behind Sebastian meekly.

"Yeah, I can tell from your hair your colour interest." Scorpius said, once again staring at the streaks of red in Sebastian's hair.

"I dyed it." Sebastian said. Seeing Scorpius' dumbfounded look, he added. "You know, colouring the hair in anyway we want, in the Muggle way I think."

"I don't think it's legal."

"I don't think your hair is very much legal as well." Sebastian said, staring at Scorpius' long hair as well.

They laughed.

"Anyway, do you know what house you'll be in?"

Sebastian blinked. "House?"

"You don't know?" Scorpius said, biting into his chocolate frog. "We sort people into four houses each year; Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff."

"Oh, we do that in some schools too." Sebastian said. "Which house is the best?"

"Well, they said every house has their own strengths and weaknesses, like Slytherins are ambitious, Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are clever and Hufflepuffs are loyal, blah. But that's all talk. I mean, there's got to be biasness and stuff like that right? But I'm getting into Slytherin."

Sebastian laughed. "Ambitious, huh? I don't have any choice of my own, so I think I'll like to get into Slytherin together with you."

Scorpius sighed. "That's a relief! If you're coming to Slytherin with me, I'll be so much happier." Sebastian was a nice person to talk to, and it would be great if someone like him was in Slytherin; he wouldn't need to be stuck with Peter Parkinson and Jason Goyle.

"Why'd you want to get into Slytherin in the first place?" Sebastian asked.

Scorpius shrugged, peeling out the wrapper of another chocolate frog. "My whole family is in Slytherin."

"Oh I see…" Sebastian nodded understandably. "The family thing, right? My parents wanted me to follow their steps and work under their company too, but I became a shooter instead. And now, a Wizard shooter." He smiled.

"Shooter?"

"It's a kind of sport that involves handling and using the gun – a Muggle weapon – accurately. It's really fun. I got into the national team, but…well, I gave up for this." Sebastian said, smiling wryly.

Scorpius didn't know what to say. That shooting, whatever it was, seemed to mean a lot to Sebastian. "Erm, sorry about that…" He muttered.

"Nah, it's alright." Sebastian pushed it away, though it was really obvious how it was not alright. "Though I think life would be hard now, doing something I'm not used to, and probably getting discriminated against and stuff. I don't know but…I think I would be the worst in the class…"

"It's alright; there are many Muggles who learn really quickly. And I'll help you if anyone dares to do anything funny to you." Scorpius assured him. "I can hex them, I've learnt a few hexes over the past three months."

Sebastian smiled, immediately cheered up. "Really? Gee, thanks friend."

"So, tell me more about this sport of Muggles."

Sebastian immediately lightened up as he started explaining all the rules and the moves and the requirements and their training. He even took out a sample shotgun that he smuggled into the train and showed it to Scorpius.

Just when Sebastian was going on about the bullets and the physics behind it, the compartment door slid open to reveal a red head girl with thick bushy hair. Scorpius recognised her as one of the Weasleys. Father had always told him that the Weasleys had red hair and freckles, and he had seen this girl at platform nine and three-quarters staring at him. She looked quite beautiful up close. They scowled at her for breaking into their conversation just like that (Scorpius was really interested in that Muggle sport).

"What is it?" Sebastian asked impatiently.

"Erm, hi, I just wanted to ask if you know how much time do we reach Hogwarts." The girl asked, apparently shocked that Scorpius was behind this compartment.

Sebastian looked at Scorpius for answer. "I don't know." Scorpius shrugged uncaringly.

"Oh, well, thanks anyway." The girl looked disappointed, but seemed to be in a hurry of closing the door shut too. "Bye then."

The duo stared at her as she left.

"She seemed really scared of you." Sebastian said.

Scorpius shrugged. "There's nothing bad about that. Quick, continue. How do you block the bullets?"

"You can't, I don't think so. The bullet moves at a really fast speed…" Sebastian continued.

They continued their conversation for quite some time, and Scorpius also introduced Quidditch to Sebastian too after he was done. Sebastian was more interested in the flying broomstick than anything else ("Can I make my mother's broomstick fly? Will we learn that in class?").

The sun was setting really quickly, casting silhouettes at the mountains and forests. It was getting late. A voice suddenly rang through the train, causing Sebastian to jump up and dropping his cat. "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

Sebastian picked up his cat. "Wow, that's some good service you have there. Do I leave Red here too?"

"Guess so." Scorpius said.

They got out of the compartment, and were greeted with a crowd of people bustling for the corridor. The door of the train opened and they crammed themselves in the crowds like packed sardines and went out into the small platform.

"Firs'-years! Firs'-years! All of the firs-years follow me!" A bright yellow lamp floated around, held by a giant man with thick, shaggy hair and face practically covered completely with beard. That must be Hagrid, the loathsome giant that father always talked about. Though he knew that father's opinion were always biased, he couldn't help but frown unhappily at the tall guy.

"Damn he's tall." He heard Sebastian whisper.

"He's a half-giant." He whispered back.

"Whoa, giants?"

"Yeah, they are supposed to be really violent and stupid." He quoted his father, and Sebastian chuckled at the fact.

They followed Hagrid. Everywhere was so dark and chilly, nothing could be seen but the shining lamp, which everybody was blindly following. The journey was quiet, except for occasional whispers of exclamation from Sebastian to Scorpius. They walked to a great, black lake, which seemed ominously frightening with the tall castle looming over it in the dark, cloudy sky.

"All righ', see the boats here? Get on the boat, and no more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid shouted.

Scorpius clambered into a boat with Sebastian, and in the same boat were the Weasley girl and someone else, which Scorpius recognised as one of the Potters. A lot of Wizarding families were talked about in his family, and strangely, the Potters were the only family for which his father did not have an opinion about, which made Scorpius stare at the boy curiously.

"Hey, you're that girl that asked us about the time when we reach Hogwarts, aren't you?" Sebastian noticed as the boats began to move.

The girl nodded timidly.

"I'm Sebastian Scottson." He introduced.

"I'm Albus Potter."

"Rose Weasley." The girl said. "And you must be Scorpius Malfoy." She added, turning to Scorpius.

"How'd you know?" Scorpius blinked. He had thought his family was the only weird ones who always gossiped about other families.

Rose blushed a bit. "I…I just happened to know…"

Scorpius stared at her, and then shrugged it off.

The boats reached its destination, and everyone climbed out of the boats and followed Hagrid up the stairs and in front of a huge, oak door.

"Everyone hold yer breath, Hogwarts." Hagrid shouted, and knocked on the castle door.

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