A/N: I REWROTE THIS CHAPTERI am SOOOOO happy with those comments on my Dramione fic I wrote yesterday! I want to write something else right now! I was thinking about Rose and Scorpius, again. A 'long' one ;D If you want me to write about a certain pair, please send me a message or simply review! + I'm very sorry if I make mistakes, English is my third language.
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nature love 95Disclaimers: I DON'T own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.WARNING: This is going to be a Rose and Scorpius pairing!
The new generation: Year one:Sorting:
"Albus Severus Potter," professor Longbottom said while holding the Sorting Hat.
Everyone watched as the boy stepped onto the stairs with confidence, as if he knew something no one else knew. Or maybe it was just a façade. Al had always been the one who could hide his nerves very well. His older brother James was cheering him on from the Gryffindor table and waved as his little brother sat down and the Hat was placed on his head.
Minutes passed and some people were starting to get bored. The professor had a frown on his face and waited like everyone else did. It seemed as if Albus and the Hat were discussing something. After another minute the Hat finally spoke.
"Slytherin."
James his mouth dropped and the whole Gryffindor table seemed to have been hit by a bludger. Well, the whole room seemed as if hit by a bludger to be honest with you. They all followed the young boy with their eyes and even gasped when he sat down next to Scorpius Malfoy who seemed to rather enjoy the fact that the son of a Potter and a Weasley wasn't sorted in Gryffindor.
More and more names were called but no one seemed to really listen anymore. They were all talking amongst their selves and wondering what had happened. How could the son of the famous Harry Potter be sorted into Slytherin?
"Rose Weasley," professor Longbottom said. His voice sounded a bit shaky, the poor man clearly didn't know what had happened a few minutes before and still needed some time to recover. He had never thought that the son of one of his best friends would end up Slytherin. It went against everything they had stood for when they were young. Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't belong together, they never had.
Some people did look up again and slowly the red haired girl walked towards the old wooden stool. Her curls bounced on her back with every step she took and she could feel all those eyes on her. If Al was sorted in Slytherin then where would she belong? Would her father really disinherit her if she wasn't sorted in Gryffindor or was he just joking? But even if he did, she was a smart girl. She would find a way to make her father proud, no matter what. Truth was, she loved her father deeply. People often said that she looked more like him than she thought, apart from her read hairs of course. She also seemed to have his temper.
With a big sigh she sat down and waited until the old hat touched her head. It was as if he was in her head, talking to her and looking for something that could help him sort her.
"Enough courage, I see. But like your mother good brains. Maybe if I just…"
He went silent for a few minutes and Rose waited. She could see her cousin James looking at her hopefully but so did her cousin Al. Well, there was no way she would get sorted in Slytherin! They were so lazy! And some of them were scary as well… She was sure she had seen one of the older boys look at her as if he was going to kill her just because she had looked his way.
"Scary? Slytherin?" the Hat asked. "My o my. Certainly not a Gryffindor, are you? Ravenclaw it is!"
Rose looked up at the professor with a frown and she bowed her head before walking towards the giant table. In a way she was glad though, she knew her mother would be very proud of her if she got sorted in Ravenclaw. Plus she had two of her friends, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, to help her through the year. The only thing she needed to do know was find something to convince her father that Ravenclaw wasn't so bad at all.
First lessons:
Al walked through the dungeons followed by his roommate Scorpius Malfoy. They were late for their first Potions class and they both knew very well that it would cost them points. Both of them hesitated but eventually the blond boy opened the door and soon all eyes were on them.
"Mister Potter, mister Malfoy. How nice of you to join us."
The voice seemed to come out of nowhere. Maybe the teacher was standing in one of the darker areas and Al was glad that he didn't get punished. It was his first day after all, they couldn't blame him. Could they?
All the other students turned and started writing on their parchment. To Al's great relief he saw Rose sitting somewhere in the classroom. Apparently after all the years of fighting between Gryffindor and Slytherin they had found it a better idea to put Slytherin with Ravenclaw and Gryffindor with Hufflepuff. There was still a place left next to her and he hurried himself to the seat.
"Not so fast, mister Potter."
It felt as if he had hit an invisible wall and when he tried to sit down he still couldn't move anywhere. This was quit annoying.
"Bloody hell," he murmured.
Rose turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Al had certainly spent too much time at her house. Al started to sound like her father. Maybe she should tell her mother…
"Twenty points from Slytherin. Five for being too late and fifteen for talking like that to a teacher. If you were on time you would have noticed that I was explaining the effects of a philter which makes the user invisible. Now, you can go and sit next to miss Zabini. Scorpius, sit down next to miss Weasley."
Al looked for dark brown hair and skin with a slight tan before he spotted the girl he had met in the common room last night. Bella Zabini. The invisible wall, which seemed to be professor Gallant finally moved and Al made his way towards the girl. She didn't look up when he sat down next to her and just continued looking in her book. No one was really happy to have him in Slytherin, so it appeared. There was just one person who thought it was hilarious, Scorpius Malfoy. And at some point the green eyed boy had to agree with him. A Potter in Slytherin. A Weasley in Slytherin.
Flying:
"I wonder why our teacher is late…" Rose murmured to her new friend Kaitlyn Finnigan. It seemed that both their parents were from Gryffindor and now they ended up in Ravenclaw. They had something in common right at the start and that was always a good beginning to start a friendship.
"Why does everyone always think I'm late?" a black cat with a purple spot on his head suddenly asked. He was standing right in front of Rose and put his tail around her leg to get her attention. "Hey there Rosie. Long time no see. How's your uncle doing? It's been a long time since I've seen him and Victoire you know… Maybe I should pay them a visit during holidays…"
The cat finally let go of her leg and took a step back before he became much larger and transformed into a young man with black hair that had purple strokes in it.
"Teddy?" Al and Rose almost screamed at the same time as they saw a young man now instead of the talking cat some students had ran away from.
"Professor," a Slytherin asked, "where is Scorpius?"
"He is a Malfoy you know. He already knows how to fly so his parents made sure he could take another class. Now, to begin with. My name is not Teddy but professor Lupin." He paused for a minute and frowned. "I must look like my father right now… Professor…"
"Teddy, what are you doing here?" Al asked excited. The young man was one of his best friends and known as one of the best Keepers of Hogwarts' quidditch history. If he was the one who would teach them how to fly they would be the best there had ever been –although Al and Rose already knew how to fly but took the class anyway-. Maybe he could even tell them some quidditch strategies.
"Professor Lupin, Al," he corrected. "I decided I could do something useful so I came back to Hogwarts. It's nice to be back actually. Two years have been too long… Maybe I'll stay, if Victoire comes with me that is…"
He almost kept dreaming out loud but finally seemed to notice a whole bunch of students that were looking at him as if he had gone mad. This couldn't be their teacher, right?
"Now let's start, shall we? All raise your hands and say 'up'. The one who gets his broom in the air first gets 10 points!"
Everyone started to scream, demand and eventually whine before their brooms got in the air but Al and Rose had theirs after just one shout. They both got their points and a frown from the other students who were surprised they could already order their broom. Little did they know that the two cousins practiced on their own quidditch field almost every summer.
A few lessons later Scorpius Malfoy suddenly appeared with his broom next to professor Lupin. He had gotten permission to go to the flying lesson so the professor could see if he could qualify for the quidditch team. Almost everyone watched in awe as they saw the stunts the first year student could do on his broom and the professor made some notes. After Harry Potter became a Seeker in his first year, first year students were allowed to join the quidditch team and the blond boy sure made a chance…
"That was very good, Scorpius," Teddy said. The boy just nodded and held his head high while walking back and murmuring something about being the best.
Rose Weasley didn't know what happened the moment he walked past her but she had a sudden urge to prove she was better than him. Maybe it was because of what her father had said to her a few weeks ago.
"May I try, professor Lupin?" she said as she raised her hand.
Malfoy stopped in his tracks and glanced over his shoulders but smirked when he saw the red haired Weasley girl lifting her hand. So she thought she was better than him? This would be quit amusing.
"Of course, why not Rose. Just be careful."
She frowned and got on her broom before shooting of in the air. She liked the way the wind played with her hairs, how she could be free and without any worries. It was almost as if she was something more than just a human. But she knew that she had to prove herself worth so she started making sharp turns and she went faster and faster until Teddy told her to stop.
After she landed the cocky smirk on Malfoy's face had disappeared. He certainly hadn't expected this.
"Not so bad, Weasley," he said. "But I'm still better than you are."
"Wanna bet, Malfoy?" she responded.
He took a step back, shook his head and smirked. So she wanted to play a game? Well a game she could get. But she would lose eventually.
"Of course I do, Weasley. I want to bet that I can catch the golden snitch faster than you."
She took a few steps closer and looked into his eyes finding nothing else than determination. She wondered if it was his or just hers, mirrored inside those two grey mirrors of him.
"You have a deal," Rose said.
Coming home:
Al watched as his cousin made her way through the crowd. They had seen their parents once the train had stopped but Rose had great difficulty trying to get to them. She was too polite to say something and she wasn't strong enough to push people a little out of her way.
He rushed to her side but stopped when he saw Scorpius –who was already a head taller than both of them- putting his arms out and making sure people let the red haired girl through.
Rose just rolled her eyes and started yelling at him about his ego invading her space.
"Now now, that's not friendly. Is it, halfblood?"
"Whatever you say, Malfoy," she spat back at him. "Oh, don't forget our little bet because after the holidays are over, I'm signing in for the quidditch team."
"I won't forget, Rosie," he said as he playfully punched her shoulder and walked back to his father after waving at Al for the last time that year.
"Merry Christmas!" he shouted but his friend was already gone.
The cousins turned around and made their way towards their families. James was already talking to his father but once Al and Rose stood in front of their family they were sure they could see a twitch near Ron's eye.
"Is that a Ravenclaw scarf?" he asked as he watched his daughter.
She nodded and before her father could say something else Harry had already wrapped his arms around Al. "Slytherin! I'm so proud of you!"
Ron looked as if he'd faint any minute.
Christmas:
"And then she just flew up in the air and she showed Malfoy what she was made off. You should've seen it Ron, she is so fast! She's even going to sign up for the quidditch team!" Teddy said exited during the Christmas meal.
Everyone was paying attention to the stories the children, Teddy and Neville were telling. It had been years since they were at Hogwarts and everything seemed a lot more peaceful now. Of course there was still the bickering between a Weasley and a Malfoy but that would probably never change.
"Of course my daughter is going for the quidditch team!" Ron almost shouted. "She's even faster than James!"
"I wouldn't count on that one," Harry responded and soon the two fathers were arguing which child was the fastest.
Lily and Hugo hung on their older brother and sister's lips as they told their stories about Hogwarts and were both very eager to go as well. Everything was going pretty well until Neville spoke.
"I never understood why you ended up in Slytherin, Al. And Rosie in Ravenclaw…" he shook his head and Al looked at his plate.
"I chose to be in Slytherin," he whispered.
"You what?" Ron shouted, almost choking in his food.
"The Sorting Hat was doubting between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I chose Slytherin."
The mood wasn't really ruined after that one –although Ron refused to speak to Al the rest of the evening- but Harry looked at his son and nodded. He wasn't as foolish as his best friend to still believe that there was something wrong with Slytherin. It may give his son a different view on the world after all.
Quidditch:
"Three firstyears? Normally it's just one," Selim Drath said to professor Lupin. "Are you sure you want me to look if the Ravenclaw fits as well? I mean, I'm still Slytherin…"
"Nonsense, Selim," Teddy said. "What would it matter? I'm here as well and I can assure you that they will be good."
"Malfoy will be good, no doubt about that," he whispered as they walked closer to the three first year students. "Potter probably too, but Weasley? Have you seen her father? And her mother doesn't even know how to play quidditch! It's in Potter's blood alright, his father and mother two of the best seekers we ever had. Not to mention his grandfather and his older brother James, but Weasley? Have you gone mad, professor?"
"Just give her a chance," Teddy said. "I faintly remember you trying out for the quidditch team and everyone laughed at you when you couldn't stay in the air because of your nerves. And now you're the captain of the team!"
Selim rolled his eyes and took a step forward to the three young students.
"Well, it seems that you three might be able to actually fly on a broom. What do you want to become?"
Malfoy answered first. "Seeker, of course!"
"What about you, Potter?"
"Keeper, I heard that there was one missing and at home I'm almost always the keeper, so…"
Selim's eyes widened in surprise and so did Malfoy's. "You have a quidditch field at home?" he asked.
"Well, no. At my grandma's home. The whole family comes to play there and well, since we're a big family it's almost impossible not to play Quidditch…"
"I see, and what about you, Weasley?"
"Seeker," she answered quickly which made Malfoy chuckle.
"You, a seeker? You know, we still didn't play our little game. What do you say, Weasley?"
Half an hour later Rose and Scorpius were flying as fast as they could, the first almost catching the Snitch.
"Alright, that's enough!" Malfoy shouted and he sped up a little. His hand almost caught the snitch when suddenly he saw Rose standing on her two feet so she could simply grab the golden ball.
She smirked at Malfoy and sat down on her broom again before flying down.
"Well, that's certainly a first," Selim murmured on the ground to professor Lupin.
"Don't worry, she does that all the time," Al reassured them and they all left the field, an angry Malfoy following them.
At the library:
"Al, don't you get it? You have to study or you'll fail!" Rose shouted at her cousin who just shrugged.
"I have enough time, the test is only in a week or so…"
"A week or so, it's tomorrow you goof!" she shouted again which caused some people to turn their heads.
"Whatever, it won't be hard," he said again while looking at a Quidditch book he found somewhere. He'd study later that day.
"Now I know why you chose Slytherin!" she shouted again, her anger getting the most of her. "You're just being lazy!"
"That's enough Weasley," a blond boy behind her said. "We Slytherins aren't all lazy. I have to study as well. You're just jealous of Al because he doesn't really need to study to pass. He has talent and you don't. Not that it's hard to believe since your mother is a mudblood."
Al looked at his cousin and he could see tears forming in her eyes. She had been screaming at him but Malfoy didn't have to say that about her mother, he had gone a little bit too far.
"Scorpius," Al said. "You shouldn't say things like that. Come on Rose, let's go."
For the first time in his life Scorpius felt alone and thought about all the things his grandfather had ever said to him. He had told him everything about purebloods and the honor of being one. Once he had told his grandfather his best friend was Albus Potter he had been ignored by him for days. His father was a different story, he thought it was a good thing.
Never had the blond boy heard his father say something about mudbloods. He had never questioned it before why his father hadn't said anything when he had first seen the Potters and the Weasleys at the train station. But now he began to wonder why. Because maybe, there was a good reason for it.
(A/N: I rewrote this part a bit because I got completely stuck with chapter 2. Hope you liked it.)