A/N: I'm taking a leap here and trying my hand at Harry Potter, even if it is NextGen. Someday I'll work up to writing the Golden Trio, but right now, I won't do them justice. So enjoy my interpretation of Albus and Scorpius!
About: This is a series of interconnected oneshots of Albus and Scorpius going through their Hogwarts years. After the first seven, they may or may not be in chronological order. Start thinking about 'side stories' you might want to see, to fill in the intervening time. I already have a list started of ones to write, but I'll always think about your suggestions. The Harry Potter fandom is pretty imaginative, after all!
Warnings: Eventual slash of the AS/S variety, but not for a while.
Disclaimer: I'm not blonde or British, so, yeah, I don't own Harry Potter.
Meeting
They met her in first year. In fact, she was the one that introduced them on the train.
~push~
Albus and Rose had been sitting in a compartment by themselves, James having gone off with Fred and their friends. Rose had her nose in a book and Albus was staring out the window absentmindedly when the compartment door opened, causing both eleven-year-olds to turn in that direction. It was a prefect, they saw; one with mocha-colored skin, curly black hair, and sparkling brown eyes, and that was wearing the green and silver of Slytherin House.
"Do you have room for a lonely first year?" she asked with a smile, ignoring the out-of-sight, indignant shout of "I'm not lonely!" Albus and Rose exchanged a glance before turning back to the prefect and nodding, Al adding a shrug to the mix. "Excellent," the older girl drawled, before shuffling a boy their age into view and into the compartment. Levitating the boy's trunk after him, the girl went on, "This is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, these two areā¦" She trailed off and rose an eyebrow, prompting the two cousins to introduce themselves.
"Rose Weasley."
"Albus Potter." The prefect clapped her hands, a wide smile on her face.
"Albus and Rose. Perfect. Now you three hang out, get to know each other - no fighting please; that'd be a disaster - and I'll see you at the school. Have fun~!" She flounced off, curls bouncing and robes billowing, leaving the three children to stare blankly at the now empty compartment door.
"Well, that was rude. She didn't even tell us her name," Scorpius huffed, drawing the attention to himself.
Giving the other boy a good look, Al could see that the two of them were as different as night and day. Whereas Al himself had slightly tan skin, messy black hair, and bright, emerald-green eyes, Scorpius was pale with smooth, white-blond hair and stormy gray eyes. The other also had a slightly more slender build, and Al had the feeling he'd grow to be relatively tall.
"Well, I'm Scorpius Malfoy," the blond held out his hand, a tentative smile on his face. Al eyed the outstretched hand for a moment before smiling himself and accepting the shake.
"Albus Potter," he said, "But you can call me Al." Scorpius's smile grew as he took a seat next to the darker boy. Rose, content to go back to her book, faded into the back of the two boys' minds as the talk went from Quidditch to creatures to predictions on the House they'd end up in.
They had mirrored their fathers for but a moment, and when that moment was over, they were on their way to becoming as thick as thieves.
~push~
It wasn't until they'd both been sorted into Slytherin and the feast was over that they saw her again.
"First years follow me!" she called, already on her way out of the Great Hall. It was a relatively quick trek to the dorms, but Al and Scorpius both agreed it'd be tougher to find the common room when it was just them. "Welcome, first years, and hello again everyone else," the prefect started, "I'm Hazelyn Dillard, one of your fifth-year prefects. You can call me Haze if you like. The other is Adrian Daniels." She gestured to a slim boy beside her, who merely waved. "You all know the drill," she continued, "Boys to the left, girls to the right, no fighting with your dorm mates unless you want a lecture, and lights out in half an hour because classes start tomorrow." With a yawn of her own, Hazelyn finished, "I'll see ya'll tomorrow, and have a good night's sleep." With that, she turned and headed for her dorm. The other students took the hint and split into groups, going to find their rooms.
"Well, at least we know her name now," Al said, getting an "Mhm" from Scorpius.
Let the rest of their lives begin.
A/N: And there's the first one! Don't have much to say about it except I hope you like it, and I'm open to criticism. I don't have a witty Harry Potter-related thing I'll do to flames, but hopefully I won't need one(yeah, right). Until next time!
