Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters, not even the second generation. So I am only "borrowing" them. D
Author's Note: I've kept the offspring's name, never mind how confusing they are. This is mainly about Rose/Scorpius--but that's all I'm saying!!
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Different Sides Coincide
Chapter One: The Meeting
While on the train, James walks away to join his friends, leaving Rose and Albus alone. The pair timidly make their way to an almost empty compartment, with the exception of a slim, very blonde-haired boy sitting there.
May we sit here?" Rose asks politely, but boldly. The boy shrugs, so she and Albus take that as a sign and sit down opposite of him. Attempting to make small conversation as the train heads out, Rose asks, "Are you going to be a first year? We are." She motions to her and Albus, but there is no response from the boy, so she tries again. "My name is Rose Weasley and this is Albus Potter."
Hearing their names, he suddenly becomes alert and studies them, before answering. "I-I'm Scorpius," he stammers. "Scorpius Malfoy." He suddenly becomes uncomfortable and peers out the window, remembering his father's stern words. "Scorpius, once you get into Slytherin, I want you to hang with purebloods and purebloods only. Do not make friends with mudbloods, blood traitors. nor half-bloods do you understand me?" Scorpius sighs and wonders whether he should leave the compartment.
Rose and Albus paid no mind to Scorpius's fidgets, but instead chatted among themselves. "Dad said he won't mind if I get into Slytherin, but James said it's where all the bad witches and wizards are, and if I get in I'll become evil." As Rose, rolling her eyes, starts to say something, Scorpius practically shouts, "That's not true!"
Startling Albus; Rose; and himself, Scorpius mumbles a sorry and invents a plan to make a fast getaway. But Rose nods in agreement, pushing her auburn hair out of her eyes. "Seriously Albus, why do you listen to anything James says? It's rubbish and so is he!" She smiles at Scorpius and before stopping himself, he returns the smile. But Albus just sighs and shrugs, oblivious to them.
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The train stops upon its arrival at Hogwarts. Students giddily file out and into the Great Hall. Albus, Rose, and Scorpius walk in together and stand in line, laughing about Quidditch and their favorite bands. Albus and Rose spot Teddy; Victoire; and James, and waves to them. They return the wave. Irvin Goyle, a second-year comes up and gives Scorpius a pat on the back. "I'll save you a seat by me" and leaves, but Scorpius merely nods. The first-years anxiously stand in line while Aza Griffith, the Headmaster gives a speech and introduces the new teachers. Finally, the much-long anticipation of the House Sorting begins. Soon, the sorting hat calls out, "Malfoy, Scorpius!"
Scorpius grudgingly walks and sits on the chair. A few hours ago, he was quite confident and eager to join the house of Slytherin. But now, finding two possible--and much restricted--friends, he felt unsure. The sorting hat is placed on his head, soon determining his fate. Ahhh, your head says one thing, but your heart says another. This is rather muddling. Would you not like to follow in your family's path?
Scorpius looks at Albus and Rose, then at Irvin and everyone else at the table. Words of his father's start rattling his brain and he sighs. "No, I must not betray my parents." At this, the sorting hat shouts out, SLYTHERIN! Scorpius hastily joins the Slytherin table and sits by Irvin, giving a small smile; but not before looking at Rose and Albus, seeing their faces fall ever so slightly.
Much to Albus's happiness, he and Rose get accepted into Gryffindor. However, Rose still feels a small pang that her new friend is not in the same House. She catches the eye of Scorpius and gives him an "it will be okay" look. Yet, he bears a skeptical front on his face and looks away, much to Rose's dismay. But she pays it no mind, when the food appears, and joins in the conversations at the table.
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I am sorry this was so short. Please R&R. No flames, please--but constructive criticism is welcome!