Ok, so this is my first shot at a Harry Potter fic! Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames are not.

As she watched her parents' faces shrink in the distance, a surge of excitement swelled up in Rose. She was going at last. She was finally going to Hogwarts, the famous wizarding school where her parents had met, where they'd had so many adventures. The place where Albus Dumbledore had served as headmaster, where the dark lord Voldemort had gone to school, and where he had been defeated. The train whistle blew as they left King's Cross Station completely, heading out of London towards the country. She looked up and down the corridor of the train. Her parents had met on this very train, their very first year. Would she make any new friends this year? She already had James and Albus, but she'd known them forever. There must be all kinds of people at Hogwarts...Rose couldn't keep the smile off her face.

"Hey, shouldn't we find somewhere to sit?"

Al tapped her shoulder. He looked just as excited as she was. Albus Potter was not incredibly tall, or incredibly strong. His hair was a dark like his father's, and he had a few freckles. What stood out about him most were his eyes. Two generations building up the color, they were deep green and piercing. Words didn't even come close to the emotions his eyes conveyed. Right now they were wide and filled with joy as he waited for Rose.

"Yeah, I guess we should,"

Rose replied, smiling.

Rose's hair was a little bit more brown than red, and not very dark.. It was an auburn kind of color, and her eyes were a light brown. She was small and slender, and her skin was fair. James had told her she looked like honey when she was younger, and chased her around with a bear doll he had. They part of the memory with the bear wasn't very nice, but now that she was older she liked to think of herself as a honey kind of person.

They set off down the isle to find that most of the compartments were full, until they reached one with only three people in it. One of them Rose recognized as the blond boy her father had pointed out earlier, Scorpius. The others were a blond girl and a boy with dark, curly hair and a piggish nose. None of them looked nice, but Al poked his head in before Rose could stop him.

"Can we sit here?"

He asked brightly.

The girl started to say something, but Scorpius got there first.

"Yeah sure,"

he smiled gently at them, and Rose found herself blushing a little when he locked eyes with her. The girl brought the moment crashing down though.

"You're Rose Weasley. Your mother is Hermione Granger, a mudblood,"

she sneered at them.

Rose was shocked. She had never encountered anyone so blunt in their disgust for her, or her family. Speechless, tears sprang into her eyes.

At that moment James came bouncing in.

"You guys come on, I've been looking everywhere for you, I have to introduce you to Billy and Elaine...,"

he trailed off at the sight of her tears. Looking back and forth between Rose and Scorpius, who was still looking at her, his face tightened in anger.

"You bastard...,"

he snarled at Scorpius, who stared calmly back at him.

"No James, it wasn't him-"

Rose tried to explain, but James just grabbed her's and Al's hands to pull them out. As they were dragged away she heard Scorpius' voice rise angrily.

"What is your problem?!"

"My problem, what's wrong with you! I thought you came from a respectable family!"

Their voices faded, then disappeared.

"James, it wasn't him, it was that girl,"

Rose tried again, but James wasn't listening. He was muttering curses to himself, which seemed to help calm him down because when they reached his compartment he seemed much more cheerful. They were greeted loudly by a boy with sandy brown hair as they entered.

"Jim! Is this your brother?"

Billy threw a chocolate frog at James as they all sat down.

"Yeah, this is Albus and that's Rose."

Billy shook each of their hands exaggeratedly and Elaine smiled and waved from her seat. She had wavy black hair and seemed rather quiet, but still friendly. For the rest of the way there the three older ones talked about their summers and tried to scare Al and Rose about Hogwarts.

"You'd better look out for Professor Snow, she's a piece of work. And Professor Coursbie, and Professor Longbottom, he's about the meanest teacher there is,"

Billy warned them. James winked, and from then on the two first years didn't believe a word Billy said. As they grew closer and closer to Hogwarts, the unhappy meeting with the girl left Rose's mind, until she had almost forgotten it ever happened.