Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor did I create it (although I wish I had). I only created this fanfiction.
Author's Note: This is based off the music from *A High School Musical*, not so the actual movie itself, although some small things are similar. Please don't think that the quality of the story will be affected. I will try my hardest to write well! The music parts won't start until chapter 4 though.
Chapter One: Back to Hogwarts
Rose Weasley should've known that change was coming the morning she had woken up to go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For one, her father had greeted her with a big hug and a kiss, informing her that something urgent had come up at the ministry, and that he needed to go and sort things out. Neither of her parents had ever missed a trip to King's Cross, and although Rose was mature enough to understand that her father didn't need to be there, she felt a tab bit strange about the situation.
"Is Uncle Harry going over too?" she asked groggily, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
"No, no," said Ron. "I told Harry I could handle it. It's his last chance to see James off to Hogwarts, and I have the next two or three years with you and Hugo. Are you ok with this?"
"Yes, Dad, of course. I understand."
"That's my Rosie," he grinned at her, and she hugged him once again. "I promise to make at least one visit to you before Christmas."
"And a butterbeer?"
"Two if you want. I love you, Rosie. Have a good year."
"Love you too, Dad."
Ron sent her one more grin before disappearing from her doorway. Rose glanced at her watch and decided to get up and help her mum pack up the car. She took a quick shower and slipped on a jean skirt, an old Chudley Cannons t-shirt, and flats. Running down the stairs into the kitchen, she threw her long curly red hair up into a messy bun. She was immediately greeted by her mother reading the Daily Prophet, and Hugo, who was finishing up the last of his breakfast.
"You're going a little casual today," said Hermione, in response to her daughter's choice of outfit.
"I wanted to start loading the car."
"Your dad and Hugo already did it. Everything's done, other than you eating your breakfast. Have a seat."
"You helped?" Rose asked incredulously to Hugo as her mother sent over a bowl of cereal with the wave of her wand.
"A new year, a new day, Sis," replied Hugo.
"What better be new," said Hermione, laying the paper flat down on the table, "are your marks. Honestly, Hugo, stop messing about with Lily, and make sure to study hard for your OWLs Go to one of Rose's study club meetings."
"Mum, I can't be seen with those brainiacs!" said Hugo.
"Why? Afraid that some cleverness might rub off on you?" Rose teased.
"No, I'm just allergic to eggheads and losers."
"Well, if that's the problem, I'll get you some allergy potion straight away because you will do a top-notch job on your O. this year." Hermione fixed him with a pointed look, and Rose chuckled inwardly.
Ten minutes after Rose had finished her breakfast, she, Hugo, and her mother got into the car to drive to King's Cross Station. There, they greeted the Potters, who were her closest relatives. Uncle Harry was joined by James Potter, Albus Potter, and Lily Potter.
Her Uncle Harry was dressed in Auror robes, and she assumed that the minute her cousins boarded the train, he'd be off to the ministry with her dad as well. Her aunt Ginny hadn't been able to make it to the station either. The woman hadn't played for the Harpies in over 15 years, but she had just signed on as their new coach and was going to be stuck in interviews all day.
James Potter was literally the most popular guy in school. He was very tall and handsome, and his red hair grew lighter the older he got. Although Quidditch had given him a broad, strong physique, he was a jokester and was never as serious as he looked. It was his 7th and last year at Hogwarts, and his future career had been a large family debate that had lasted all summer. There was more to James than Quidditch, and since not many people knew that about him, they had all assumed that he would be trying out for a professional Quidditch team.
Albus Potter was just as tall as James, but had a leaner look to him, much like her Uncle Harry had at his age. Albus, who went by Al, looked like the exact replica of Harry, all except for the glasses and scar. He was one of the few in the family that had not inherited a single red hair. Al was also very popular and very similar to James in personality and in interests. He was the star player on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he enjoyed a good laugh. But there was something more mischievous about Al.
Lily Potter was another story compared to her brothers. While Rose had gone through a tomboy stage and was still working her way out of it, Lily was the biggest girly girl Rose had ever known. Lily only wore high heels and skirts on casual dress days at Hogwarts, and she didn't own one pair of jeans. Her hair was always perfect and straight, and she took longer to get ready than all of the rest of her cousins combined. On that day, she was looking overly stylish and out of place standing on the platform. Lily was one of those girls that many boys had crushes on, but they would never have a chance. She was far too into her own thing than to be into someone else's, and James and Al were pretty set on hexing anyone that even thought about their baby sister in such a way.
Rose's brother, Hugo, was Lily's best friend. After Rose and Lily greeted each other, she and Hugo kissed their Uncle Harry and her mother, Hermione, goodbye. They immediately pushed their heads together in conversation and got onto the train. Everyone thought that Albus and Rose would be just as close considering they had started Hogwarts together, but with Al in Slytherin and Rose in Gryffindor it had been hard to continue hanging out. In years passing, she had grown apart from him at school, but they were still relatively close during the summers.
While James was in conversation with Harry and Hermione, Al slid up next to her and bumped her shoulder playfully.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself." She smiled at him.
"Another year at Hogwarts," he sighed with boredom.
"Oh, don't tell me you're not looking forward to it. What with being the star seeker and all," Rose smirked.
"This is true." He wore a cocky grin. "But I didn't make captain, did I?"
"I made captain," came another voice, and before Al and Rose could find the source, Scorpius Malfoy had thrown his arm around Al's neck playfully.
"They'll regret it once you see how horrible you truly are," Al laughed and Scorpius chuckled along.
"Hey, Rose," he gave a passive nod to her, and whisked Al away up toward their parents.
"Hey Scorp," said Rose quietly, watching them greet her uncle and mum.
Scorpius Malfoy had been an interesting case when they had first started at Hogwarts. The three of them had met on the train and he and Al had immediately hit it off, much to everyone's surprise. He was brutally teased and would probably still be had it not been for Al's friendship. Scorpius turned out to be a decent bloke, who was probably too sheltered and doted on to turn into a neo-Death Eater. He and Al were the best of friends, and he was the best chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. He was the same height and size as Al, with dark blue eyes and snowy blond hair. He seemed so curious about everything, and he was very smart, directly behind Rose in marks. It was a strange bit of information to know, considering he seemed more occupied with Quidditch than anything else. He was much like Lily in that he was the guy every girl secretly wanted but would never have because he was too involved in his own thing.
After kissing and hugging her mum and uncle, she was the last of the children to board the train. Once the train took off, and her parents grew smaller and smaller did she run into her own best friend, Jordan Thomas. Jordan was a Ravenclaw, but together, she and Rose had formed the Study Club in third year. The club was basically broken up into study groups that helped with any exam or essay that was due, and it served as a prep workshop for those taking OWLs and NEWTs as well.
Jordan was the only person Rose had everything in common with and that was something of a miracle. It had always been hard for Rose to get close to anyone. Like her mother, she was an overachiever, and everyone she had ever met, it was difficult to stop herself from competing against them. She preferred to go at things alone, excel at things alone. That way, she would be both rewarded and or responsible. Jordan had the same beliefs, and if there was someone else with the same mindset, then she wasn't as big as a freak as she had originally thought.
Jordan was already talking a mile a second about what was on the agenda that year, and all Rose could think about was that Hugo was wrong. Just because it was a new year at Hogwarts didn't mean anything would be different. There was nothing waiting for her there but Prefect Duties, Quidditch practice, Study Club, and constant essays. And then there was that ridiculous detention that she had to serve once she got back, the one tiny bump in her never-ending, never-changing schedule.
"Where were your parents on the platform?" Al asked.
Scorpius leaned up against the window staring out. "I told them that I could see myself off and that there was no reason to be there. Man, I wish I was back in Italy with them."
"How was it? You only sent me two whole owls over the summer."
Scorpius grinned at his best friend. "You wouldn't believe the girls in Italy, mate. That's where we need to be moving to."
Just then, a couple of girls walked past. They looked into the compartment and giggled when they saw Scorpius and Al sitting there with fellow Slytherins and friends, Gregory Nott and Drew Durang.
"Oh, I think we'll be ok," Al smirked and nudged him. "I tell you, girls at Hogwarts keep getting fitter and fitter every year."
"Yeah, like that sister of yours," Scorpius laughed.
This time, Al punched him hard on the arm. "Oi!"
Scorpius was still in stitches. "I don't know, mate. She was looking pretty good on the platform today. I'd give it a try if she wasn't completely barking half the time."
"She's a drama queen. Mum and Dad spoiled her. Ugh, James and I have got to have a talk with her about dressing like that."
Scorpius knew Lily Potter was a dangerous topic with Al. He was very protective of her, and although Scorpius knew he could joke with Al, he was sure he'd eventually cross the line somewhere. It was true that Scorpius considered Lily Potter to be one of the best looking girls in school. However, she was completely wrong and inappropriate for him. They would have nothing in common except for both having good looks, and he was sure he wouldn't feel right about dating his best friend's sister.
Scorpius had gone on plenty of dates throughout his years at Hogwarts, but he couldn't say that he had ever really had an actual girlfriend. He was too busy with Quidditch and keeping up in marks for his father's sake. And now that he had been chosen for Quidditch captain of the Slytherin team, he would have to commit even more. His father, who had once had Quidditch dreams of his own, warned Scorpius all summer that if his marks fell because of the position that he would have to step down. Despite this, Scorpius had confidence that he would manage to do both. Not only did he design several new plays for the upcoming matches, but he had also bought his books early and spent his summer long holiday in Italy studying.
The holiday in Italy had been wonderful. His parents gave him an immense amount of freedom to do whatever he wanted, and spending time in Greengrass Villa was the most relaxation Scorpius was ever going to get before going back to Hogwarts. When he wasn't thinking about Quidditch or studying or enjoying the company of his parents, he was wondering if this was it, if the only two things he could do well would dominate his life forever.
"Hey, aren't you going to get in trouble for not sitting in the Prefect's compartment?" Scorpius asked Al.
"I'm sitting with my friends. It's not like I'm playing beer pong with the first years. Besides, all I had to do was give Trish a wink, fluff my hair, and she said she'd update me on everything once we reach Hogsmeade," Al explained. "I'm sure I'm not missing anything but Jordan Thomas's constant babble about Study Club, and in that case, it's worth getting into trouble."
The two laughed, and Al pulled out the latest issue of the Quidditch Quill and cracked it open without hesitation. Scorpius got out his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and began rereading the first few chapters of the book. Another train ride, another year at Hogwarts, another constant in his life.
Author's note: So? What did you think? I actually started writing this back in 2008 but wasn't sure if it would work. I know, I know… Harry Potter and High School Musical combined could be disastrous, but I promise that I'm taking this story seriously. I love the fact that there's a legit musical out there now (*A Very Potter Musical* is awesome), and that one is a comedy, but his one isn't meant to be funny.
Jordan Thomas is Dean Thomas and Padma Patil's daughter. She has a nose ring although she doesn't seem the type at all. Gregory Nott is extremely tall and slender. He's Theodore Nott's son, and not a blood purist. I always felt like there was more to Theo Nott, like he disagreed about the whole war and blood purity thing. I don't know why. So I made his son be friends with Al and Scorp.
Please review and leave helpful tips and comments. If you didn't like my style of writing, please tell me how I could improve. Thank you.
