DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, Romeo and Juliet, nor do I own West Side Story. I am NOT 3 people, one of which has been dead for multiple centuries.

The Plot Bunny came and dropped this idea off while we were watching West Side Story in music class when I fell in LOVE with that musical and the Plot Bunny told me that West Side Story fits Scorpius and Rose PERFECTLY, and I HAD to get to writing. I don't know if I'm going to be totally comfortable with killing off someone else's character, it feels like actual murder to me. So, character death is a definite maybe for now. Shout-out to Jared, Rachel, Ellie, Kat, Sarah, and any other friends who are reading!

PROLOGUE

Ron Weasley greatly enjoyed his position as Head Auror. Putting scum who deserved their punishment in their rightful places, Azkaban Prison. For Ron, it felt perfect. His favorite calls were about Death Eaters who have decided to have a surprise rebellion. Ron still could never, ever, find it in his heart to forgive the group of people responsible for his brother's death, and watching them flail and scream as they were taken to Azkaban brought the sweet, deadly, forbidden taste of blood in the water to him. It seemed that there had been a spike in these cases recently. Every time he was informed of a Death Eater attack, Ron hoped he would hear the surname, "Malfoy", for he longed for comeuppance toward his childhood bully. Immature, he knew, revenge was a fool's game, he heard. But tonight, Ronald Billius Weasley heard the words he's been waiting to hear for so long.

"Weasley," the dispatcher began, "Some Death Eaters are stirring up trouble around Diagon Alley, lead by Draco Malfoy."

A smirk crept onto his lips. "I'll be right there."

When he arrived at the scene, he noticed several other aurors on the scene, including Teddy slinging spells at Death Eaters more than twice his age. This was quite a big deal, Ron hadn't seen this many Carrows in one place in over 25 years. One thing caught his eye. A man with a shock of white-blond hair was running on a rooftop, broom in hand, as if he were about to take flight any minute.

Malfoy.

Ron opened his mouth and began to shout an incantation, when he felt a rough ZAP! hit him in the small of his back.

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He had been confunded by a Death Eater. Missed his chance for revenge. Ron had woken up in the middle of the brick road. The streetlights and cresent moon were sending streams of light into the streets, illuminating the rubble, ashes, and even some pieces of clothing or broken wands lying around him, all telltale signs that there had been a battle around him, all while he was out. He rubbed his aching head and stumbled to his feet. By the looks of things, it was around midnight.

Hermione will be PISSED!

Oh, yeah. Now it's WAR, Draco!

I'd like to apologize for my briefness. I don't know if I could do this any other way, but the whole purpose of this Prologue was so that you could see that the Weasley/Malfoy rivalry was still running strong. I'll try to have the next chapter up (the first REAL chapter!) sometime tomorrow, unless I magically type up a super-quicky tonight. I have Thanksgiving break (WOOT!) starting at 2:44 pm Eastern Time on Tuesday and won't have to be back to school untill next Monday, so I have FIVE DAYS for unlimited updateness!!

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