Chapter 1
Rose "Weasley" watched on the train as her mother and father faded into specks, and then were gone. She felt lonely and a bit frightened, after all Ron, "her father", had said that if Rose didn't get into Gryffindor, than she would be a disgrace to her family. But she had a secret that no one knew. She was an animagi. Not just any animagi, but a born shape shifter, with the ability to transform into any animal. Rose preferred to spend that time as a snake; her secret hope was to become a Slytherin.
"Hello," came a quiet silky voice behind her, startling Rose out of her thoughts. She looked across the apartment and saw a boy about her age, with hair the palest of all possible golds, stormy grey eyes and pale skin. She blushed as she felt him looking her up and down. Rose did not look like a Weasley, her real name was Rose Crystal. She had actually been found in a rose bush carved out of crystal, hence the name. His eyes ran over her black hair, silvery violet eyes, and her delicate, fragile body. Mother had always called her a beauty, but then again, Hermione called James handsome. The boy smiled sweetly and said, "My name is Scorpius. What's yours?" Rose frowned, placing the boy, "Aren't you Draco Malfloy's son?" she asked.
The venom in her voice startled the boy. "Oh," he drawled, "You're one of the Weasley's aren't you? But you don't look like a Weasley. A Potter then?" His mocking tone made her flush, "No, for your information I am not a Weasley or a Potter! I was found as a child, they just take care of me." "And you like them?" he asked curiously.
Rose blushed deeper, "Well… uh… um…can you keep a secret?" She asked, suddenly wanted to tell him all about herself. Scorpius nodded eagerly. "Well, you see Ronald tries to make me sound like the family, saying how I have inherited "my mother's brains" and how I have to "follow the family tradition" of being in Gryffindor even though I want to be in Slyth- " the flood of words broke off, as Rose clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said. Scorpius's eyes were alight with strange, fascinated hunger but seeing the defiance and longing warring in her eyes, he knew no more could be found from her; unless he did something that tipped the scale. Scorpius walked over and hugged her gently, Rose flinched in surprise and then buried her face into his shoulder. "I'm just so confused," she murmured into his shoulder. "It must be hard on you," he said sympathetically, "Why don't you tell me all about yourself." Rose only hesitated for a minute, then poured out all her secrets to him, not seeing his face change and devour all her darkest thoughts. Ginny Weasley had never told her about Tom Riddle's diary.