Hey everybody! This is my first fanfiction! Yay! Okay, just to warn you, this is going to be a pretty long story. I'm not going to put every little detail in this story, but this is going to be more focused on Albus, Rose, Scorpius, and my OCs: Maggie Griswold and Matthew Zabini. But don't worry! There will still be inputs from the other characters.

(c) All characters from Harry Potter, such as Rose, Scorpius, Albus, ect. belong to J.K. Rowling. Not me. But I do own all of my OCs, so that's better than nothing!

Here goes!

Rose POV

"Rose!" a familiar voice calls.

I turn to find my cousin Albus Severus Potter running toward me, dragging his luggage cart wildly behind him. Following him (at a much slower pace) are his older brother James Sirius, his little sister Lily Luna, and his parents, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Albus tackles me in a hug and pins my arms to my side. I roll my eyes and poke his ticklish spot (right below his ribs). Al laughs and releases me from his bear hug.

Albus looks exactly (and I mean exactly) like his father; same almond green eyes and messy jet black hair. Albus, however, chose rectangular style glasses rather than a round pair like Uncle Harry's.

"Hey, Al!" I exclaim excitedly. "Are you as excited as I am? I'm REALLY excited! I mean, look at me! I look like I just ate a month's worth of chocolate! Ooh! When we get to Hogwarts, we can sneak down to the kitchen and get some-What's wrong, Al? You look like you've seen a Death Eater."

James snorts behind his pale brother. James is a second year, and has probably received more detentions last year than both Uncle Fred and Uncle George combined. He looks like he had just roll out of bed (given his horribly tangled brown hair) and his hazel eyes sparkled mischievously.

"He's just worried that he's gonna be Sorted into Slytherin," he states grinning.

Huh. I guess Albus has been stressing about it for the last three months.

I put my hands on my hips and try to look strict. "Albus Potter. How many times must I tell you? You. Will. Be. Sorted. Into. GRYFFINDOR!"

"Yeah, but Rosie-"

"Don't doubt it, Al," I tell him. "You'll only stress yourself out even more and end up having an anxiety attack before you even put the Sorting Hat on your head."

"But-"

"Yeah, Al," James interrupts. "You shouldn't even think about it. It's quite obvious that you'll be Sorted into Slyth-"

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! What did I tell you about teasing your brother about his Sorting?" Aunt Ginny scolds. "Why can't you support him instead of tormenting him about it? Like a normal person."

James laughs, mumbles an excuse, then runs off to find his friends. Uncle Harry puts his hand on Al's shoulder and lead him away to talk in private. Apparently Dad had the same idea, because he taps my shoulder and pointed to a family a few yards away.

"Those are the Malfoys, Rosie," he says seriously. I sigh. Dad doesn't talk bad about the Malfoys, but he's been constantly warning me to stay away from him these past couple weeks. It doesn't surprise me when he tells me now not to get too friendly with him. Blah, blah, blah.

Hugo gives me a goodbye hug and tells me, "Don't go crazy without me, Rosie."

I grin and ruffle his curly dark auburn hair, and sigh overdramatically. "Oh, alright, Hugo. I suppose I'll wait another two years.

He smiles at me and I quickly say my goodbyes to Lily, Mum, Dad, Uncle Harry, and Aunt Ginny. Then I hop up onto the nearest train car. I practically sprint to the compartment I see Albus being pushed into by James. I squeeze into the compartment with all my other cousins: Victorie (Gryffindor seventh year; Head Girl), Dominique (Gryffindor fifth year), Louis (Gryffindor second year), Roxanne (Fred's Gryffindor twin; second year), Molly (Gryffindor Prefect; fifth year), and Lucy (Gryffindor third year). I push my way to the window and wave at my parents and Hugo as the train pulls away.

After a few minutes, Albus attempts to leave the compartment unnoticed. Actually, he does a pretty good job of it. But I notice. So, naturally, I follow him. I slam open the door to the compartment causing a loud bang.

"Oops," I say unconcernedly. "Why'd you leave, Al?"

My cousin shrugs. "I don't know. It was too loud to think, I guess."

"Oh? Think about what?"

"Stuff."

"Albus Potter, you'd better spill the beans right now, or-"

That's when my eyes drift to a pale boy sitting across from Al, who was giving me an amused look. When he sees that I am looking at him, he turns away, embarrassed. I blink. I know who the boy is: Scorpius Malfoy.

My mind suddenly goes into overdrive. It's Scorpius Malfoy! Does Al know who he is? Did Uncle Harry lecture him about staying away from him too? Should I stay or obey Dad? Nah, he seems nice enough. I wonder if-

Albus coughs rudely, interrupting my thoughts. He gives me a be-nice-or-else-look and I roll my eyes.

"Hi," I chirp happily. "I'm Rose Weasley. No need to introduce yourself; You're Scorpius Malfoy! My dad told me to stay away from you and-"

"Rose!" Al scolds.

I pretend to glare at him. "Al, you didn't let me finish! Anyway, my dad told me to stay away from you and to beat you in every test, but I plan on beating everyone on every test, so don't feel bad. It's nothing personal. And I also think I'm not going to listen to him on the staying-away-from-you-part. I mean, who is he to tell me who not to hang out with. So, can I sit with you guys?"

Scorpius faces me again and catches my blue eyes with his silver ones. He gives me a soft smile and simply replies, "Sure."

I sit down next to Al and raise my eyebrows. "Well, Al, are you gonna spill the beans or not?"

Al sighs and twiddles his thumbs. "I'm just nervous about the Sorting."

Scorpius nods his head and agrees, "Yeah, I really hope I don't get Sorted into Slytherin. Gryffindor seems fun."

I stare at him wide-eyed. "Really?"

"Yup. My dad says it's okay if I don't follow the Malfoy tradition."

"I wish my dad was that cool!" I exclaim. "He keeps threatening me to be Sorted into Gryffindor, otherwise I'll be disowned!"

"That's a bit...harsh."

"Oh, c'mon, Rosie," Al laughs. "You know he was only joking."

"Was he, Al? Was he really?"

Scorpius and Al laugh at my doubt and I give both of them a gentle slap on the head. Albus and Scorpius start talking about professional Quidditch players, and I zone out. Not that I'm not interested in Quidditch-in fact, I'm the best Beater in my family. I'd just rather be playing on my broom than watching in the stands.

I stare out the window and watch the passing scenery. When I turn around I see Scorpius staring at me. He continues to stare and I begin to feel a bit uncomfortable. I give him a questioning look.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I ask trying to break the awkwardness.

Scorpius realizes that I noticed his staring and looks down, his pale face blushing. "Sorry, I just...like you hair...It's really pretty and...um...red..."

Now it's my turn to blush. As cheeks warm at a rapid pace, my hand automatically flies to my bushy auburn hair. I never really pay attention to my hair. All I know is that its bushiness comes from my mum and I inherited the Weasley redhead genes (combined with mum's brown hair).

"Oh," I say. Curse my sudden lack of words. "Thanks, I like yours, too. It looks very soft."

Al smirks at me and I elbow him below the ribs. He chuckles. Then a girl with gold walnut braids barges into our compartment.

"We'll be arriving at Hogwarts soon," she says. "You may want to get changed into your robes." Her gaze falls on me and she smiles. "Except you, Rosie."

I grin. "Okay, thanks, Tessa."

Tessa Cooper is a second year Ravenclaw who became Roxanne's best friend after she helped her get revenge on Freddie. She came over to the Burrow this summer to visit. She taught me a lot of useful hair charms and how to manually French braid.

I step outside with Tessa while Scorpius and Al change into their robes. She grins at me and asks, "So are you excited?"

I respond while hopping around the hallway and nodding, "So excited that I could scream!"

Tessa raises an eyebrow. "Then why don't you. If you want to scream, now would be the time to do it. Trust me, I don't think you'll want to draw attention to yourself in the boat or the castle."

I shake my head. "I already got that out this morning." I laugh. "Mum almost had a heart attack!"

Tessa laughs. She's so kind and doesn't even act like I'm one year younger than her. That's what I love about her; she has this welcoming aura that follows her wherever she goes.

"So what house do you want to be Sorted into?" she asks.

I pause. "I haven't really thought about it. I guess I've been expecting to go to Gryffindor because of my family, but I don't know which one I want to be Sorted into."

Tessa smiles reassuringly. "Well, just keep in mind that the Sorting Hat doesn't make all of his decisions based on one's family." She turns to walk away when she pauses and adds, "And also, remember that the Ravenclaw dormitories are super comfy."

I stare at her retreating back. Then I start to feel the train slowing down. Ignoring the small butterflies in my stomach, I knock gingerly on the compartment door. Al calls me to come in and I reach to carry my luggage. Scorpius and Al help me lower it to the floor without a word. I look at them with a blank expression.

Then, barely in a whisper, Scorpius asks, "If I'm Sorted into Slytherin, will you still be my friends?"

My cousin responds quickly, "Well, yeah! We'll be like the next Golden Trio!"

I nod slowly. "Scorpius, it's not what house you're in that matters; What matters is who you are."

He looks at us and smiles gratefully. "Thanks. You guys are great, you know?"

Al grins and responds, "Yes, actually. I've already been awarded several times for my awesomeness."

I raise my eyebrows. "Yeah? By who?"

"Grandmum?"

Scorpius and I burst out laughing. I can tell the next seven years are going to be great at Hogwarts.

Well, please review! Seriously, because I could use all the help I can get! But NO FLAMES!