NOTE;;THIS IS ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND GINNY POTTER"S DAUGHTER. NOT HARRY'S MOM. IT IS TOLD BY HER, NOT ME...SHE IS THE ONE TELL--OH...YOU JUST READ!!
CHAPTER 1;;
"Bye daddy. I love you," I called as I leaned out the window of the scarlet steam engine. I couldn't believe it. Eleven years old. My first year at Hogwarts.
I sat down in my compartment and took out the Daily Prophet. I started reading the Most Wanted of the Wizarding World article when the compartment door slid open.
It was Rose Weasley. UGH! I hate her. It's kind of ironic. My dad, Harry Potter, is Rose's parent's best friend, and my mother, Ginny Potter, is Rose's dad's sister.
They always make us spend the night with each other. We always stay in the bedroom and angrily stare at each other, and then when the parents would come in, we would quickly start talking about boys and what not.
We only agree on two things. The first thing is to pretend to like each other when our parents are around. The second thing we agree on is that we disagree on everything else.
"Oh god, it's you," she said as she pushed her long red hair off her shoulders, "but I don't have any other choice. All the other compartments are full," she said as she plopped down on the opposite seat.
"Are you sure they are full? Maybe people just don't like you."
"Ha. It was so funny I forgot to laugh," she said as she glared at me.
"Excuse me?" A boy with silvery white hair was at the door, "Can I sit here?"
I've never seen anything as cute as him. I stared at him, carefully keeping my mouth from falling open, and then I said, "um, yes. Yes you can. I'm Lily Potter."
"Yeah, but more importantly, I'm Rose Weasley."
"Cool, I'm Scorpius Malfoy. I think your parents used to hate mine though.
"Yeah, I think so. So, what house do you want to be in?" I asked eagerly.
"Well, my family has been in Slytherin for centuries, but I kind of want to be in Gryffindor," he said casually.
"Me too!" I said, probably with a little to much enthusiasm.
"Wonder why," Rose said in her stuck up attitude.