AN: Hi! This is my newest story! Check out my major HP story 'A Hallow's Eve Surprise'. Disclaimer and enjoy!
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It's the first day of school and platform 9 ¾ is packed. Scorpius Malfoy looks around in wonder and curiosity at all the families; luggage carts packed with suitcases and caged pets; and the train. The magnificent train that famous for taking students on the journey to Hogwarts.
His beloved father, Draco Malfoy, stands besides him while his mother, Astoria Malfoy is busy conversing with a friend. Scorpius is a splitting image of his father-same hair color, same facial structure; same eyes-even though he's been told his eyes are kinder. He has nothing of his mother's. His father crouches down to his level and smiles. Scorpius finds himself smiling back, but notices some parents staring back in confusion and disbelief. Scorpius shrugs it off; maybe they knew his father.
"Do you have everything? Books, clothes, owl-?" Draco asks concerned before Scorpius interrupts.
"Yes, Dad. I have everything," he says with a laugh. "I'll even put my robe before we get there."
Draco ruffles his son's hair. "That's my boy." His face becomes more serious. "Scor, I want you to remember that I don't care what house you're in or who you're friends with. I want you to be you."
Scorpius takes his father's words to his heart. He's also been told that his father has become nicer since Scorpius was born. "Okay."
His mother comes over, her friend's family trailing over. "Dear, this my friend Felicity Bellstrom and her family. Felicity was in Slytherin with me." Felicity Bellstrom is a petite woman with dark brown hair cut to her shoulders; to Scorpius she looks fragile. He has no idea how she could have gotten into Slytherin. Her husband, Benjamin, towers over her, deep-set blue eyes on a squared, pale face-another Slytherin. Their son, whom is introduced as Terry, is taller than Scorpius and has both traits of his parents-mother's hair, father's eyes and structure. There's a feeling Scorpius has about him, and it isn't good.
The train's whistle blares, a 5 minute warning to all, and the Bellstrom family excuses themselves. Scorpius' mother hugs him and tells him to make friends and hopes he gets into Slytherin. His father hugs him too and says, "Don't forget to write and remember."
With a wave off to his parents, Scorpius steps up into the train and takes it all in. He's on his own now, into the magical wizarding world. The train starts to move with one final blow and he scrambles to find a compartment with room. Almost every compartment is full and the almost empty ones have upper classmen in them. He finds a compartment where girl with bushy red curls sits reading a book. He clears his throat and asks, "Excuse me? Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."
She looks up and stares at him for a second before smiling saying, "Sure."
Scorpius walks in and takes a seat opposite her. "I'm Rose Weasley," she says and holds out a hand. Scorpius takes it out of politeness and shakes it. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy. Nice to meet you." Rose smiles and says, "Oh, my cousins are going to sit with us. I hope you're alright with that."
Scorpius nods his head. Maybe he can make friends with them.
As if on cue, two black haired boys come walking in, the taller one carrying an armful of sweets. "Sorry we're late Rose. Albus wouldn't stop following me like a puppy to go find you. Oh, hey." The older boy's brown eyes stop on Scorpius, taking him in. He then shoots a look at Rose who glares at him.
Scorpius stands and offers his hand out, but seeing the boy's hands are full, puts it back down. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy. Nice to meet you."
"James Potter. And this is my little brother Al- Albus, get off of me!" The smaller boy had been clinging to James' grey jacket. At being called out, the boy lets go. "This is my little brother Albus," James says finally, throwing a glare at him.
Scorpius sits back down and James sits next to him, Albus next to Rose. "Aren't you excited Al? We're going into our first year!" Rose says.
James laughs. "First year goes by really fast. Don't worry you'll be fine. That is unless you get put into Slytherin and break the Gryffindor family tradition."
Albus looks terrified at his brother's words. "Oh hush, James. What year are you going into, Scorpius?" Rose asks.
"First."
James nearly chokes on a piece of chocolate. "Really? You look older than a first year," he says.
Scorpius shrugs and stares out the window. Rolling hills move fast. Scorpius ends up nodding off and isn't talked to until Hogwarts is ten minutes away. "Hey, wake up," James prods at him. When Scorpius opens his eyes, the three are already in their robes.
Scorpius excuses himself to go put on his uniform. When he's done, he runs into Terry. "Oh, hi," Scorpius says. Terry gives him a toothy smile. "Hey. Are you ready? I hope I get into Slytherin. You'll be there too I bet."
Scorpius doesn't know how spot on Terry's prediction is. The only thing he can do is put is his House choice in the Sorting Hat's hands.
The train comes to a halt and students file off in loads onto the platform. It's evening now and Scorpius looks around more wonder. A giant figure holds a lamp and bellows in a old voice, "First years o'er here!"
Scorpius follows the figure's instruction and soon, a small crowd forms. The figure is huge, with a brown beard and long hair streaked with grey in a brown moleskin overcoat and scarf. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, but you can call me Hagrid. I'm the grounds keeper and a professor here an' I'll be showin' ya to the Castle. Come on then."
He begins to lead the first years to the lake, where boats are waiting. Students pile in and Scorpius is in a boat with kids he doesn't know. He can't locate the three from the train ride, but sees Terry get into a boat a few boats away from his. With a shout from the aged Hagrid, the boats glide off magically and straight towards the Hogwarts castle.
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