Author's Note: This story is a revamped and rebooted version of my previous two stories: A Precious Rose and The New Dark Wizards. This story was moved to Wattpad for many years and chapters are still being updated there first. For anyone that wants to read the story as it currently is, feel free to message me and I will help you find it. The story focus has switched quite a bit from where it started the first day I published it here on fanfiction but I do hope that you will all enjoy it again for what it is. I may or may not removed the original versions of the story here but I haven't made a decision about that yet.
For those who do not like it, the story contains many OCs as there are not just Potters/Weasleys/Malfoys/Scamanders at Hogwarts currently. One of my OCs is a major contributor in the story and becomes one of the four protagonists in the series. The story gets progressively darker as it goes along and has had many name changes while it was on Wattpad (originally being published as The Start of a New Generation).
Please feel free to leave a comment on the plot of the story as constructive criticism helps me immensely to write the story. I will admit, I know the grammar is not perfect in this story as I do all my own editing at about four in the morning.
Anyway, here is the first chapter and you will see all of them eventually get published here on Fanfiction. I will try to update weekly as I continue the story on Wattpad as well. Let me know what you think and thank you.
~Rahxas
Chapter One
It was normal for someone to be nervous about their first day of school. There was so much to look forward to especially when your first day of school was at the best wizarding school in the country: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There were so many questions a student wondered about the night before: "would I be any good at magic?", "would I pass all of my classes?", "would I fit in?" These were the questions that were on the mind of young Rose Weasley as she stared out the window of her parent's home to the grounds below.
Out in the garden, her younger cousin and brother were chasing each other around, laughing without a care in the world. Tomorrow wasn't their first day at Hogwarts so there wasn't anything they had to worry about. She envied them and their childish innocence. After a few minutes, she pulled away from her window and sat down at the desk sighing softly as her eyes glanced over the books in front of her.
In the morning, she'd pack everything in her trunk with her father and they'd bring it downstairs to the car. She had already read a bit of each of her course books for the year and tried to take in as much as she could from them. Rose was often informed that she had inherited her mother's brains, that she was very smart and it was an expectation that she tried very hard to live up to. It was a lot of pressure which was why she was trying so hard to know what to do and why she was worried that she'd already failed before she even arrived at the school.
Several times had she asked her parents what house they wanted her to be in. Hermione Weasley, her mother with whom she shared almost every aspect of her appearance, told her that it didn't matter what house; she'd love her no matter what. Her father, Ronald Weasley whose red hair she inherited, had said that Slytherin was out of the question, that the meanest people were in Slytherin. He proudly proclaimed that he hoped she would be in Gryffindor like all of the Weasley family before her. Her cousins James, Dominique, Victoire, Molly, and Lucy, had all been in Gryffindor. She and her cousin, Albus Potter, were supposed to be the next Gryffindors in the family.
Ronald Weasley was a kind and caring father but he said a lot of things before thinking about them. Rose knew that her father would love her and care about her even if she was put in Slytherin but she still hoped that she would be sorted into Gryffindor or anything else that wasn't Slytherin just to make him happy.
Rose heard a creaking noise and turned to look toward her door which had slowly started to swing forward. Standing in the door frame was her cousin, Albus Severus Potter who looked much like his father: The famous Harry Potter. He had dark hair that stuck up all over and green eyes that glimmered. Unlike his father, Albus didn't wear glasses; that had been a trait passed onto James Sirius Potter (his older brother). His sight, much like his mother (Rose's aunt Ginny) was nearly perfect.
Albus was also starting Hogwarts tomorrow with her and, for the past few days, his older brother, James Sirius Potter, had teased him and taunted him.
"You'll get sorted into Slytherin!" Rose had recalled James saying a few hours ago during lunch. "Only bad people are sorted there."
He had taunted and teased and Albus had whined and remarked that he wasn't bad, that he wouldn't be bad and that James was wrong. He even exclaimed that he believed James was the bad one, the mean older brother. James had proceeded to make jabs at Albus saying that he wasn't brave enough enough for Gryffindor, he wasn't daring enough, until Aunt Ginny had made it clear that there would be consequences if they didn't quit their bickering.
Her cousin was still just as jittery about going to school as Rose was. Ever since they were young, Albus had a desire to prove himself, to live up to who his father was but he was often impatient and would get frustrated when things didn't work out for him especially if James mocked. Yet, Albus confided in Rose that he would make a name for himself, that someday he would be just as great as the great Harry Potter. The idea of being great is what seemed to drive Albus.
"Hey Rose," Albus stepped into the room and smiled at his cousin but she could see the nervous flicker in his eyes. "We're leaving soon."
"That's a shame," Rose said standing up to hug her cousin who flinched slightly. "I'll see you tomorrow for the train."
Albus smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we should be getting there early. Dad's always excited to see us go off to school."
The two exchanged hugs and Albus slowly left the room closing the door behind. In a few minutes, Rose would be called down to dinner with her mother, father, and brother and they would eat their last dinner before Rose would be gone. The Potters would be in their house having dinner with each other as well, chatting and sharing stories while James teased Albus and Lily cried about wanting to go away to school with her brothers. Rose and Hugo would be going to bed early to get up so that they could get in a muggle car and drive to Kings Cross station with their father at the wheel.
Rose crawled into bed anxious and closed her eyes. It was scary to think that she'd be at Hogwarts and sorted less than twenty four hours from now. For a while, her jitters kept her awake and she couldn't relax enough to sleep. But as it got later into the night, she drifted into sleep and let her dreams consume her.
The morning came so quickly that Rose felt she had just fallen asleep when her eyes shot open to the shouting of her younger brother in the corridor outside her room.
"Rosie! Rosie, mum says breakfast is ready!" Hugo called through the door.
Rose, slowly, sat up and stretched out trying to rub the tired from her eyes before she stood up. Almost instantly she remembered that today was her first day at school: at Hogwarts. The nerves flooded back to her and she quickly threw her items into her bag even though they weren't quite ready to leave. She heard her brother's voice as he called her, once again, from downstairs and tore from the room to get her breakfast.
She shook slightly as she entered the kitchen and wondered if she might just vomit if she tried to eat, a queasy feeling in her gut. The Weasley kitchen was very organized with everything put away neatly. It was clean and her father had cast a few charms to make some of the items wash themselves. In the center of the room, a table sat with four people at it, their plates full.
Hugo, her mother, her father, and her grandfather Weasley sat at the table. Grandad Weasley was the first to look up when his granddaughter entered the room.
"Big day," He smiled at her. "I remember when I first went to Hogwarts."
"Doubt it," Her father said and received a glare from his own father. "Only joking, dad."
"You best be," Arthur Weasley scolded his son. "Your mother and I are not as old as you make us out to be."
"Sleep well Honey?" Her mother asked as Rose took her seat at the table.
It wasn't the best sleep that Rose had ever had and she wasn't going to lie about it.
"It could have gone better," She replied as she picked up her fork and started to eat the eggs her father had made for them.
They were slightly burnt but she paid no heed to it or to the fact that her father leaned over the Grandad Weasley and muttered: "See, somebody likes my cooking."
They all sat in silence for a few minutes with each other. Rose tried to finish her toast before standing up abruptly.
"You okay?" her father asked her.
"I'm going to go pack," She said and scurried off to her room missing another one of her father's comments: "I told you she was nervous."
Rose stood in her room alone for a moment and stared at her already packed trunk. Stepping over to it, she started to organize it and straighten things out so that it looked neat but she was really just trying to distract herself from the fear of her first day at school. Her mother came into the room and sat on the bed watching her with compassionate eyes.
"I notice you're a bit nervous," She said. "I was too on my first day. Everyone normally is."
Rose wasn't sure how to respond. Of course, she knew that everyone was nervous but knowing that didn't change how she felt either.
"What if I get sorted wrong?" She voiced. "What if I fail?"
"Sorted wrong?" Hermione shook her head. "The sorting hat is never wrong, dear. And no matter what house you're in, your father and I will love and support you. Really. As for failing, I don't think you're going to but if you do, we're not going to disown you. You're smart, Rose."
Rose stood up and hugged her mother tightly clinging to her the way she did when she was once very small. Hermione held her daughter in her arms comfortingly and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you, mum," Rose murmured softly.
Hermione smiled. "Now, let's get your trunk down stairs so we can put it in the car and make sure you give your grandad a hug before you leave."
Rose did as she was told and, within the hour, they were off on the road towards Kings Cross Station. Her stomach was turning with her nerves faster as each second passed but Hugo, who sat beside her in the car, seemed fascinated with everything that was going on. He was very interested in muggle gadgets especially cars and with how they worked. He even read newspaper articles about them and magazines and, whenever they went to visit their mother's parents, Grandad Granger let him watch car races with him or even took him out and showed him things about the car that sat in the Granger garage.
It was the first time Ron weasley had driven a muggle car with his wife and children. He had received his driver's license not too long ago and was both eager and hesitant to show off what he could do on the road. Hermione had faith in her husband and kept telling him to stay calm and that he was doing well and shouldn't be so panicked. Hugo was absolute ecstatic about this entire car trip.
They arrived at Kings Cross at around thirty minutes past ten and Ron helped Rose get her trunk from the back of the car while Hermione went to find a trolley for them to put it on with the rest of her belongings. Before long, they were inside and past the barrier to platform 9 3/4. Rose's heart sank slightly as she looked up at the scarlet Hogwarts Express and it became a bit more real to her that this was happening; she would be on her way to Hogwarts soon with her cousins.
She looked at her mother who was smiling and started to walk over to another family on the platform: The Potter family. There stood Albus and Lily looking around until their eyes met the Weasleys that were approaching. Albus looked a little pale and uneasy and Rose understood why.
"Made it okay?" Aunt Ginny asked as she and her sister in law embraced each other.
"Yeah," Hermione said. "Ron's driving was wonderful."
Ginny and Ron exchanged quick hugs and Ron remarked: "I wasn't too bad."
"Look over there," Hermione suddenly said and they all turned towards to where a blonde man, who was slightly balding, stood with a young blonde boy.
The man exchanged glances with the three adults and a quick nod of his head before turning back to his son.
"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron staring at Draco Malfoy. "Don't act very friendly with him Rosie. Make sure you beat him on every test."
Rose was looking at the boy his father had named Scorpius. He looked like his father, the same blonde hair and eyes though his face was soft like his mother; she stood beside him straightening his collar and brushing any sort of dirt from his robes. For a moment, the two locked eyes but Rose looked away quickly and, instead, acted as if she were more focused on her trunk.
Uncle Harry had taken Albus to the side and Rose, frowning, wished she could talk to her cousin before she got on the train. Ron took the moment to help her get her trunk on the train which she happily accepted and found the compartment where her cousins, Molly, Lucy, Dominique, Louis, and James, were all sitting together. James smiled out to his little sister who was looking up through the window at him.
"Don't worry, Lily," He called to her. "I'll make sure to bring something back for you."
Albus soon joined their compartment and, as the train started rolling out of the station, Rose looked back and waved to her parents and her brother who were smiling encouragingly at her, a proud look on her father's face. It was official, for Rose. She was on her way to Hogwarts with her cousins for her first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
After a few minutes, Dominique and her sister stood up saying that they were going to go meet some friends down in another compartment. James was the next to leave and even offered to introduce Albus to a few friends...later, though.
"After the sorting," he said and then left the compartment alone.
Lucy and Molly stuck around long enough to give some encouraging advice about being sorted and then they took off in opposite directions down the train. That left Louis, Rose, and Albus sitting there together in the compartment.
The three of them nervously talked about what houses they might be sorted into. Louis was a year older than Albus and Rose but he had gone to Beaubaton's School in France for a year before deciding he wanted to come to Hogwarts to join the rest of his family. He had blonde hair like his mother and older sister, Victoire while Dominique, who was a fifth year, had red hair like her father.
"Dad says Gryffindor is the typical Weasley house," Louis pointed out. "The likelihood we'll be sorted somewhere else is...slim though not impossible. He even said that he thought he would get sorted into Hufflepuff."
Albus nodded but seemed unsure and a bit shaky. It was all about values, Rose knew. Yes, it was likely that they would be sorted into Gryffindor like the rest of their family had been for generations because they all shared the same values. But it was also possible to be sorted elsewhere. Rose pictured Albus getting called to be in Gryffindor just like the rest of his family but she wasn't sure where she fit.
It was around noon when a woman with a sweets cart rolled by and the three of them all bought a bunch of treats to share with each other. There were cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Beans, liquorice wands, pumpkin pasties, and much more. They exchanged wizard and witches cards from the chocolate frogs and laughed when they noticed a few that had Harry Potter on it or Ronald Weasley or even Hermione Granger. They all knew the stories of the war fought years ago where Harry Potter had defeated the darkest lord of the time, Voldemort.
The compartment door slid open and the attention turned quickly to see who was coming past. A boy with blonde hair stood in the doorway looking a bit awkward standing there. He was the blonde haired boy that Rose heard to be Scorpius.
"I um..." He started off. "I noticed that you guys have some space in here. May I join you? Everywhere else has filled up."
Albus and Rose exchanged glances and Rose nodded.
"Sure," She said.
He took a seat right next to Louis at the door and all eyes watched him. Slowly, he cleared his throat.
"I'm Scorpius Malfoy," He said softly and extended his hand outward for someone to shake.
Both Albus and Rose were hesitant and Louis raised his brow at his cousins before turning toward Scorpius and gripping his hand in a firm handshake.
"Loius Weasley," He said with a charming smile. "These are my cousins, Albus Potter, and Rose Weasley."
"Potter," Scorpius repeated softly to himself. "Weasley. You guys are related to Harry Potter."
Louis smiled taking up the conversation. "Yes, He's Al's father and the uncle to Rose and myself."
Scorpius seemed relaxed as he and Louis talked. "My father went to school with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
Louis laughed. "That's excellent. So our parents know each other. Were they friends?"
Rose had heard her father talking about Malfoy and the Malfoy family. He said they were a bunch of purebloods who had a history of hating muggle borns and that Draco Malfoy had been rivals with Uncle Harry and her father when they were in school. Scorpius, however, seemed a bit fidgety almost as if he was trying hard to be liked or something.
"Well," Scorpius started. "Dad said they didn't get on at all but I heard he and Harry Potter are not on bad terms at the present."
Albus frowned. "So, what does that mean?"
Scorpius didn't seem to know what to say next. Rose could tell that he felt a little awkward and changed the subject.
"I'm sure we'll all grow to be good friends," She said softly. "We're all in the same year after all."
"Yeah," Louis said to encourage his cousin. "Of course."
Scorpius showed a hesitant smile and everyone went quiet for a moment. Rose searched for a topic to discuss while Albus stared out the window of the train not saying a word. Louis was picking up a chocolate frog while Scorpius stared at the ground.
"So..."Rose said after a while. "What house do you hope to be sorted into?"
Scorpius looked up at her and smiled slightly. "I hope to be in Slytherin or in Ravenclaw. My whole family has been in Slytherin and I want to show that they're not as bad as people think. As for Ravenclaw, I wouldn't mind being in the house of the wise Rowena Ravenclaw."
"All our family is in Gryffindor," Louis said.
For the rest of the train ride, the talked about houses and what they already knew. It made things a little easier and even Albus chimed in but he still seemed lost in thought. They were close to Hogwarts now and the train was slowing down. Night had fallen around them and they all changed into their robes ready to get off and join their fellow Hogwarts students.