Hello! Here is my latest fanfic. I had the idea for it halfway through another one, which I will be publishing at some point in the near-distant future: I was writing a Sorting chapter, and I thought it might be better from someone else's POV, so I wrote that, and here is this fanfic! I have already written pretty much all of it: It is a short one, with about four or five chapters :) I shall also try and cut down on the length of my A/Ns... Anyway, here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

"Goodbye, Scorp" his father said, giving him a hug. Scorpius saw tears in his mother's eyes as he embraced her for the last time for a long while.

"I'll write" he said, embarrassed by his mum, who was trying hard not to cry. He looked around him, hoping nobody was watching. He saw a large family nearby, consisting mainly of redheads. One of the fathers had noticed them, because he was murmuring something to his daughter, who was also looking in Scorpius' direction.

Scorpius' father nodded stiffly to the family, and turned again to his son.

"Do you know them, Dad?" asked Scorpius, not missing the silent exchange between the adults.

"That's the Weasleys and the Potters" he said.

"What, as in Harry Potter?" asked Scorpius excitedly.

"Yes. You see the ginger girl there? That's Rose Weasley. And the boy next to her? Albus Potter. Make sure you try and beat them in your tests, Scorpius. Their parents are old rivals of mine..."

"Draco!" admonished Scorpius' mother. "Oh, Scorpius, you had better get on that train"

After another hurried embrace, and having dragged his heavy trunk onto the train and into an empty compartment, Scorpius looked out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, and saw the smiling faces of his mother and father move away as the train left the platform. When the platform was well out of sight, Scorpius settled down with a copy of his Charms book, (which really was very interesting).

Albus jumped on the train, just as it was about to leave, and joined Rose, waiting for him in the corridor.

They waved at their parents as they disappeared into the distance, and they walked along the train, to find a compartment. Reaching the end to find that there were none, Albus and Rose entered a compartment containing just Scorpius Malfoy- the boy Rose's dad had pointed out to them. Having asked permission to sit with him, and introducing themselves, they sat down across from him.

An awkward silence followed, and Albus wondered if he should say something. He looked at Scorpius, sitting opposite him. He had a pointed chin, and very pale blond hair. He had a similar appearance to many of the old pureblood families. He was already absorbed in his Charms book again; frowning, as he tried to work out the pronunciation of a spell or something.

Rose cleared her throat, as if to break the silence. She wasn't used to silence. The Weasley household was far from it every time the Potter family came over. James didn't help, but Albus felt sorry for his Aunt Hermione. His cousin Hugo and his father certainly never left her in peace to read. Rose was like her mum- she loved to read, and she was very clever. Albus wouldn't be surprised if she was in Ravenclaw. She seemed to have inherited her clumsiness from her father though.

"So it's your first year at Hogwarts too?" asked Rose. Scorpius nodded, not looking up from his book. "What house do you want to be in?" He shrugged.

"Slytherin of course" he said in a monotone, as if he had repeated it many times. "My whole family have been in Slytherin."

"Oh." said Rose, looking surprised that anyone would choose to be a Slytherin. "Well I want to be in Gryffindor. So does Albus."

Scorpius' mouth twitched as if he was suppressing a laugh as he gazed down at the book he definitely wasn't reading.

"What?" asked Albus quietly.

"Nothing" answered Scorpius, turning the page.

"James and Fred are going to try out for Quidditch this year" Albus swiftly changed the topic.

"What positions?" asked Rose. She loved Quidditch.

"Beaters" He answered, pulling a face. It was worrying: James plus Fred were dangerous on their own. James plus Fred on broomsticks with Beater bats would probably result in some serious injury. Fred: the son of Albus' Uncle George, was James' best friend, and from what Albus heard, the boys were as mischievous as their namesakes.

"My dad used to play Quidditch" said Scorpius absently.

"Mine too" said Albus.

"Albus' mum played for the Holyhead Harpies" said Rose proudly. "My dad played too" she said as an afterthought.

"The Harpies?" asked Scorpius. "They're good. Not as good as the Tutshill Tornadoes though."

"No, the Cannons are by far the best" answered Rose.

"Don't tell me you're a Chudley Cannons supporter!" groaned Scorpius. "They haven't won the league since... Well, they haven't won the league at all as far as I can remember."

Scorpius and Rose entered into a heated debate about Quidditch, and Albus sat back and listened, amused. He was ready to defend his mother's team should it come up, but neither of them mentioned it, so he didn't enter the debate. He wasn't that much into Quidditch anyway.

The sweet trolley came and went, and after filling themselves to almost bursting with Chocolate Frogs, (Albus was excited to find his Dad on the front of his Chocolate Frog card), Jelly Slugs, and Every Flavour Beans (they stopped after Rose ate a brussel sprout flavoured bean, and was nearly sick), Scorpius and Albus changed into their robes (Rose was already in hers). In what seemed like minutes, the Hogwarts Express came to a halt in Hogsmeade Station, and the three of them peered excitedly out of the window.

Albus could see the iron gates leading to Hogwarts, the Great Lake, and far away in the distance, he could just make out the outline of Hogwarts Castle, the place Albus had dreamed about for almost eleven years.

"Scorpius Malfoy" Professor McGonagall read from the long list of names of the first years. Scorpius took a deep breath, and stepped forwards, pretending to be confident, but secretly terrified. What if he wasn't in Slytherin? What would his father say? He never had wanted to be a Slytherin. He wasn't particularly cunning or ambitious, and his concerns were not only his own. He was very different to all of his cousins who were in Slytherin, and their descriptions of the Slytherin dungeons sounded creepy. But he had to be Slytherin, he had to. He realised that he had frozen in his tracks, because the people behind him gently pushed him forward again and he sat up on the stool. The hat was lowered on his head. He could hear its voice whispering to him.

"Hmm... A strong sense of duty is in you... You feel that you should be in Slytherin for your father, but that is not where your heart truly lies. You seem to have no reason to be in Slytherin, other than your family duty. I know where you will do your best: a great amount of potential is in you. But which is it to be? Yes. I know what to do with you...

"GRYFFINDOR"

There was a stunned silence in the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy's son, put in Gryffindor! The teachers exchanged incredulous looks. Scorpius himself had gone very white.

Oh dear.

An image of the look on his father's face when he read the letter home came to Scorpius' mind. It was a look of disappointment and disgust.

He walked slowly, as if in a dream, and expecting to wake up, over to Gryffindor table, where the students offered him smiles of dazed welcome: still staring slightly shocked at him.

Albus wasn't very surprised that his new friend had been put in Gryffindor. He obviously hadn't wanted to be in Slytherin, and he hadn't seemed like a Slytherinny (if that was even a word) person on the train. The boy looked shocked though. Albus felt sorry for him, and wished that the rest of the school weren't staring at him.

"Albus Potter" Professor McGonagall called, and immediately, Albus wished he hadn't wished his last wish, because the whole school was now staring at him: the son of the famous Harry Potter. Rose poked him, and gave him an encouraging smile, and shaking, he walked forwards, out of the safety of the tight knot of first years, to the sorting hat stool. The hat had been unexpected for Scorpius: why shouldn't it be for him? What if he was in Slytherin? James would never let him hear the end of it.

"Ah, another Potter" said the hat when it was placed on his head. "You seem just like your father... A strong mind, a sense of loyalty, but also cunning and a strong mind... You would thrive in Slytherin."

"NO" though Albus frantically, remembering what his dad had told him earlier. "NOT SLYTHERIN".

"Are you quite sure? Well then, it had better be

GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, and it was as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, as the second son of Harry Potter walked grinning over to the Gryffindor to join the still white Scorpius, and his brother and cousin.

So there you are :) Like I said before, this whole thing is already finished pretty much, so I will try and post a chapter a day, because I need to edit the others a bit.

Please review and tell me what you think! I promise virtual cookies in abundance :)