A/N: Okay, so I decided to rewrite this story too. Not anything major, just making the chapters a bit longer, adding in things. I am honestly ashamed of how poorly this was written…Anyways, on with the first chapter!

I said goodbye to Mum and Dad one last time before sitting down next to my best friend and cousin, Albus. We were finally going to Hogwarts!

"What house do you want to be in, Al?" I asked.

"Gryffindor." He said simply. "You?"

"Same." I replied.

"May I sit here?" Someone asked.

I looked up to see the boy that I had seen on the platform. Scorpius Malfoy. I remembered what my father had said: "Don't get to friendly with him."

"Sure." Al said. Malfoy sat down next to Al and, even though their parents didn't like each other, they started talking about everything.

I was surprised to learn that Malfoy wanted to be in any house besides Slytherin. I stayed out of their conversation, choosing instead to read Mum's old copy of Hogwarts: A History I heard bits and pieces of their conversation seeing as I had already read the book cover to cover three times. I learned that Malfoy loved playing Quidditch and was best at playing Keeper when he played against his family.

Since he was so absorbed in his conversation with Al I took the chance to really look at Malfoy. He had pale blonde hair and steely gray eyes. His skin was darker than his father's and he looked… nice when he smiled. I also realized that he was already in his Hogwarts robes.

I looked down at my own Muggle clothing and then out the window. I saw Hogwarts in the distance and I decided that I should change also. I looked over at Al, who still hadn't changed either.

"Al, we're almost there. You should change into your robes." I said as I grabbed my own robes out of my trunk.

I saw him look out the window before grabbing his robes. I went to the girl's lavatory and changed quickly. I was very hungry because I hadn't gotten anything from the snack trolley, and I had had a very small breakfast, too excited to eat much. I could really go for some chicken. Or maybe turkey. Mmm. Yeah, turkey sounded good.

On the way back to the compartment, I ran into someone.

"Sorry." I said, looking up to see who it was.

It was a girl, light brown hair and blue eyes. She looked strangely familiar…

"It's okay. I wasn't looking. I'm Catherine by the way. Catherine Wood. Cathy for short." She said extending a hand.

"Oh! You're father is Oliver Wood, right?" I asked shaking her hand.

She nodded. "You look a lot like him." I remarked.

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

I then remembered to introduce myself. "Rose Weasley. Maybe we'll be in the same house." I said. She smiled and we said goodbye. I got back to the compartment just as the train stopped. I grabbed my trunk and my owl, Abigail, and followed Al off the train.

"Firs' years over here! Follow me!" A big man shouted.

I glanced at Al and smiled. Hagrid was a good family friend and we all loved seeing him.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Al shouted. Hagrid turned to us and waved.

"Four to a boat now, four to a boat!" Hagrid said again.

Al, Malfoy, Cathy and I got into the nearest boat and waited for everyone else to board. I glared at Malfoy, unknown to him, not forgetting what my father had said about the Malfoy's. My dad likes almost everyone he meets, so if he doesn't like somebody they must be pretty evil. My mum always did have a hard time making sure he didn't do something stupid, like hating the Malfoy's. Add that to raising two children and her life was hell. Fortunately, dad finally stopped doing stupid things when my brother, Hugo, was about two. Her life has been way easier.

We finally got to the castle and I stopped glaring at Malfoy to marvel in its beauty. I had seen pictures before but they were nothing like seeing it in person. We got out of the boats and followed Hagrid to the front doors. There we met Neville…err… Professor Longbottom and he explained about the sorting then told us to follow him.

We silently walked to the Great Hall to be sorted. Since my last name started with a W, I would be one of the last people. I stared at the students as one by on, they went to the sorting hat to be sorted. After about 20 students or so, Scorpius Malfoy was up. The Great Hall was dead silent as everyone waited to see what house he'd be in.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat suddenly cried.

Everyone gasped as Malfoy slowly walked towards the Gryffindor table. Everyone avoided him like the plague so he sat down at the far end of the table. I drifted off trying to figure out why the sorting hat put Malfoy in Gryffindor. Before I knew it, it was my turn to be sorted. I walked up the stairs and Professor Longbottom plopped the hat on my head.

"Ah, a Weasley… Oh!.. And a mix of Granger as well…you would do well in Ravenclaw… but no… you don't have a yearning to learn…very well… better be… GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled.

I smiled weakly. I most certainly did not want to be the only Weasley not in Gryffindor. I walked to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Albus, who was unfortunately was sitting next to Malfoy. Cathy was sitting next to me and Elizabeth Longbottom, or Liz, was sitting across from us. Malfoy kept muttering under his breath and I almost felt bad for him if he was that scared about being in Gryffindor. I wonder if it had something to do with his dad. I hoped he wouldn't get in trouble. Even if I do hate him, I don't want to see him destroyed by his own father.