Disclaimer- I am poor, ok, Im just a high school sophomore trying to write something thats been gnawing away at her inner brain for the past million years. In addition I do not now, nor have I ever owned HP.

"Goodbye my dearest, don't forget to owl us the house you're in! And remember we love you!"

These were the last words Scorpius Malfoy heard from his mother Jeanine as the Hogwarts Express pulled away from the platform. He leaned out of the compartment window and stole a final glance of his normally cool and composed mother dabbing away tears with a small handkerchief as his father, Draco, held an arm around her while giving his son a small smile and a wave. Scorpius sniggered at the fact that his father's walking stick had fallen to the ground in his attempt to say goodbye.

'Just as well', Scorpius thought to himself, 'That whole little tradition is ridiculous anyway. Neither father nor granddad Lucius have any trouble walking, yet they carry those silly things about as if they're some sort of royalty.'

While young Scorpius had been raised for the most part, to carry himself with the pompous regality expected of a Malfoy, he was not as rough around the edges as Lucis or Draco had been before him. His personality reflected much more in that of his mother. Jeanine was a very calm and collected woman, who had a certain shy-yet-warm feeling about her. However, there were times when there could be no doubt in anyone's mind that Scorpius was Draco's son both inside and out.

Scorpius had somehow managed to get a compartment to himself, so he leaned up against the window and stretched his legs across the seats. He grabbed his new copy of "The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1" and thumbed the pages, relishing in the new book smell. He'd just gotten comfortable and settled when he heard what seemed like two voices arguing. He went up and pressed an ear to the compartment door as the voices came closer.

"- your brother, Albus. I love James dearly, but that was a bit tactless."

"What are you talking about? He bumped into them only by accident"

"That may be true but he didn't need to announce it to the entire station did he?"

At this point the compartment door flew open and Scorpius went flying into his seat-slamming his head against the wall in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" said a girl's voice, "are you alright?"

"Besides a concussion and probably a cracked skull, yeah, I guess I'm okay"

Scorpius was still rubbing the back of his head when he finally opened his eyes to look at this intruder to his compartment. A girl, who looked about his age, was hanging over him with her big, round blue eyes full of concern. Her slightly bushy, reddish-brown hair was pulled away from her freckled face into a low ponytail. Hovering over her shoulder was a boy with messy black hair, green eyes and a curious expression on his face.

"I am so, so, sorry", the girl repeated, "We were looking to go back to our own compartment and I pulled open the wrong door. Are you sure you're alright?"

"He said he's fine Rosie, stop fussing", said the black haired boy, who flopped down rather unceremoniously into the seats across from Scorpius.

Scorpius barely avoided being whipped in the face by the girl's hair as she turned with a certain kind of ferocity and rounded on her companion.

"How many times must I tell you NOT to call me Rosie", she growled.

"I don't see why it matters, Uncle Ron calls you Rosie all the time", he retorted

"He's my dad, of course he calls me by silly pet names I've never really liked!"

"I'm just saying, if you don't yell at him for it, I don't see why you yell at me."

"Oh, then I suppose Albus, that you won't mind me calling you what Auntie Ginny calls you, 'Mummy's little-"

"OK! We don't need to bring that up; we never EVER need to bring that up"

Scorpius sat back and watched the pair bicker, but while it was quite amusing, he couldn't stand to be ignored. He cleared his throat, which seemed to make "Rosie" realize where she was. She whirled around to face him, and was slightly pinker than when she had entered.

"As interesting as it is to watch the two of you fight, I'm forced to wonder why it is you are doing it in my compartment?" Scorpius asked.

"As I've said it was only by accident, I'm Rose Weasley by the way, and this is my cousin Albus Potter.", Albus waved from his place in the seats.

"Scorpius Malfoy", he replied holding a hand out in turn to Rose and then Albus.

"Malfoy, huh?" Albus began, "My dad's mentioned your father's name in passing to my mum every now and then."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "Has he really? Only saying positive things I hope", he replied.

"Well, it's more neutral I guess, usually goes something like 'Saw Malfoy in the atrium at work today, I gave him a nod but he wouldn't look at me'" said Albus

"I see, and your father is Harry Potter, am I correct? Head of Auror office and resident savior of the wizarding world?"

Scorpius watched as Albus' ears turned red and said "Yeah, but he's just dad to me you know?"

Scorpius turned to Rose. "That would make your father Ron Weasley, yes?"

Rose gave a small smile and nodded. "Well then you should tell him that his chocolate frog card picture acts quite cocky. Every so often I catch mine spelling out 'Ron the Great' with its wand."

Rose's face broke into a grin as she said, "Well that's my dad for you."

Rose sat down next to Albus, "You said your name is Scorpius right?" she asked him.

"Yeah, and I know how stupid it is too, but it's a family tradition sort of thing to name you kids after obscure constellations"

"It's not stupid at all", Rose protested, "a lot of old wizarding families had traditions that died out. Some for the better but many were very interesting, naming traditions included.

Scorpius looked at Rose for a moment as if she had grown a second head, but shook the feeling off quickly as he said, "You really think so? I admit I've done a bit of research on the subject myself, but I didn't think anybody else even cared about that sort of thing"

Rose looked in the space next to Scorpius and picked up the book he'd left lying there.

"And here I thought I was the only one who actually wanted to read about the spell work we'll be learning", Rose said with a light voice.

"Well I've loved reading since before I can remember", Scorpius began, "And I figured if I could take a look at some of the coursework beforehand it could only help." He met her eyes and Rose was staring at him as if she could not believe what had just come out of his mouth.

"What?!" he exclaimed, feeling apprehensive at her stunned gaze.

"No one else has shared a kind of love like that of reading with me before my mother", she said, and Scorpius could see Albus rolling his eyes behind her back. "It's just that, when you grow up with people who share few of your deep interests, it's next to amazing when you find someone who does"

"That's because she's a complete book nut." Albus interjected "She's great fun to talk to but she won't even practice Quidditch with us if she's got her nose buried in some book or another."

Rose glared at Albus from the seat she had taken next to Scorpius, but the subject of the sport had sparked his interest.

"You play quidditch?" he asked Albus, who looked both surprised and pleased at the question.

"Yeah, actually, I'm really good at chasing, but I've been known to catch a snitch or two every so often."

"My father would love for me to play Seeker but I'm much more of a Keeper kind of man."

"Really? What kind of move do you like-"

Once again the compartment door flew open, and Scorpius found himself grateful that he hadn't been holding onto it again. Standing in the doorway was a boy who looked remarkably like Albus, and Scorpius could only assume this was his brother. The boy was taller than the three already in the compartment and had hazel eyes and glasses. In addition his hair was slightly lighter than Albus' jet-black locks, though it seemed to be just as unruly.

"There you two are! Nice job completely disappearing!" he said, apparently addressing Rose and Albus.

"Calm down James", Albus said, "we were coming back when we got sidetracked."

"What?"

"What he means" said Rose "is that we opened the wrong door and ran into Scorpius here, so we've been chatting with him."

James looked from his cousin to his brother and then finally at Scorpius when he said "Aren't you the Malfoy kid?"

"I am", Scorpius replied

"Haven't been giving them any trouble have you?" James asked, eying Scorpius suspiciously.

"No, he hasn't James!" Rose snapped, as Scorpius opened his mouth, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Fine, I'll leave" said James, "You coming Al?" he asked, looking at his younger brother in a manner that insinuated that it wasn't a question.

Albus got up and followed his brother out of the compartment, pausing to look back apologetically at Scorpius and Rose as he closed the door.

"What was all that about", Scorpius asked once the door was shut.

"Oh, Albus always lets James get under his skin like that, he'll grow out of it though, I'm sure."

"But why'd James rush him out of here like that?"

"Oh", said Rose, as a red patch covered her nose and cheeks, "that was because…of you I'm afraid"

Scorpius sighed, it seemed that once again his family's past reputation had preceded him in the eyes of some. It was infuriating that people couldn't, or maybe just wouldn't see anything past his surname.

As if able to read minds, Rose said, "Don't think that we're all judging you Scorpius, both Albus and I like you well enough and James just has a really hot head but I'm sure he'll come around. No matter what other people think, you're not your family. You're your own person, and when you let people see that your last name isn't such a big deal anymore"

Scorpius opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, giving Rose a small smile. Rose smiled back at him and picked up his copy of "The Standard Book of Spells", sitting back and flipping through it. Scorpius looked out the window and while he tried to clear his head, four words continued to swim to the front of his mind.

"You're not your family"

AN- Sup readers, I'm gonna try my hand at a multichaptered fic here, but before I throw my soul into my brainchild, I need to know that somebody (anybody) out there wants me to keep writing. So click that pretty purple button and get to reviewing. Plus, this chapter and the next one or two are gonna be like an extensive prolouge, encasing how everybody meets and stuff like that. The real good stuff is happening in thier 5th year or so, but as I am no JKR, there is no way I'll be able to give you 3+ years worth of quality Hogwarts material. I'm just not that good yet. I think I've rambled on enough, so yeah, review and be loved by me!