A/N: I know, I know, it's really short! I'm sorry! It's a prologue and I wanted to post this to make sure people like the idea! Anyways, I hopefully have a lot of plans for this and I have most of it already written down, so yay! :) I hope you like it! And please, I know this sounds bad, but if you could please actually leave a review if you liked it, hated it, and why because I really like having feedback- although with 500 words it's kind of difficult, sorry!- when I'm editing the next chapter! Sorry! Thanks for reading my story! :)

The first time Scorpius saw her was in Diagon Alley, right in front of the pet store. A woman with curly auburn hair was trying to fit her bright red curls into a bun, and she was already wearing tattered, obviously second-hand robes. A little boy with even redder hair bounced around, glancing anywhere and everywhere while his father chased after him. They were surrounded by people, an older boy who looked a bit bored at the younger kids excitement, a young woman holding the hands of a younger boy and girl, and a teenager who was trying to sneak into Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes to buy some things for the school year. Many other families- though all with some sort of red hair running in them- were gathered around, all shopping for the school year as the parents tried to contain the many children.

"Ugh," Scorpius's father scoffed, his eyes following the large family. "That's the Weasley family. Say away from them, Scorpius. They breed like rabbits and they're the worst blood traitors I've ever seen."

Scorpius watched his mother Astoria fix a cold glare on her husband. "Draco, don't turn your son against perfectly nice people before he's even started school. For all you know, maybe one will be a Slytherin this year. The little girl with the long hair looks cunning enough." His mother's soothing voice seemed to calm Draco down, although he still stomped ahead to the bookstore.

"Mom?" Scorpius asked. "What's her name? The little girl with the long red hair?"

His mother stared at him for a second, an unfathomable look in her dark brown eyes as she stared at the Weasley family. "Rose," she murmured. "Her name is Rose, Scorpius."

Scorpius smiled. "Like the flower," he replied.

"Yes, Scorpius, like the flower," his mother told him, turning away. She paused for a second as Scorpius hurried to follow her, grabbing her son's hand. His face lit up as he saw the bookstore, letting go of her hand as his father waved at him with a nostalgic smile. Astoria sighed, smiling sadly at the little boy running ahead, so unaware of the troubles that awaited him. She wasn't sure if it was Rose who would end up as the source of his heartache, but she knew that look in Scorpius's eyes when he saw that little girl with the long red hair. She remembered when she was the one with that look, the hopelessly in love with someone you could never be with. Love at first sight. She stared wistfully at her son, bouncing around in the bookstore; then glanced back to the Weasleys. Hermione caught her eye, staring at her daughter. Astoria saw Rose's eyes dart around, finally landing on her son in the window. The girl snickered, but Astoria saw right through it. She had the exact same look in her eyes: the little girl with the long red hair.