Me: Come on! Do I really need this?

Al: Yes you do

Rose: No she doesn't

Al: Yes she does

Rose: Yeah, I guess she kinda does

Me: Then would you do the honors?

Rose: She does not own Harry Potter or anyone in his world

Al: Except for the Ocs

Rose: Yeah, except for those guys

"Al! Come on, or we're not gonna get any window seats!" Rose grabbed onto her cousin's arm and pulled him toward the puffing train. Dragging his suitcase behind him, Albus Potter gave King's Cross Station one last hopeful look before stepping up onto the Hogwarts Express. Looking around, he saw masses upon masses of children in robes scurrying down the hallways trying to find a remotely empty compartment. Albus put his free arm around Rosie to protect her, much to her displeasure, and carefully pushed her around the Express.

"Albus! Let me go! You just passed five completely deserted compartments!" Rose complained, jerking herself away from his grip, giving him her famous 'I'm so gonna kill you' glare. She grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him into the compartment nearest her and sat angrily down by the window, turning away from her cousin. Albus smirked and sat down across from her, looking at the reflections in the window.

He could see the faint images of him and Rosie gazing into the glass square. Rose had shocking red hair that she liked to keep up in a ponytail and a tight-lipped frown on her lips that were covered in pounds and pounds of pink lipstick. She had just been given the privilege of using her mother's make up, and boy, was she using it. She claimed that she looked just like Wilma Garretson from her favorite group, the Lightning Broomsticks. Her brother, Hugo, and Albus both agreed she looked more like Witchy LaLa*.

Albus, on the other hand, was the kind of boy that would easily blend into a crowd of people if the paparazzi weren't tracking his every move. He had messy brown hair that he kept long and liked to brush across his forehead and soft, green eyes that seemed to fade more and more all of the time. He had a dribble of little freckles scattered across his nose and circular glasses that would insist to fall down it all of the time. He was also moderately shy and got very quiet when around a large group of people due to a rather embarrassing incident when he was merely 6 years old. Albus shivered as he remembered the horrors and closed his eyes, dreaming up adventures about what he was going to do when he was a Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

A sharp knock on the door brought him back to his senses. The glass door slid open slowly and a tall kid with his blonde hair slicked back and icy blue eyes peeked into the room. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Uhh... Hey. Hey, there really aren't any other remotely empty compartments left. Mind if I join you?" Rosie gave him a sideways glance before shrugging her shoulders and turned back to put on more makeup.

Albus rolled his eyes at Rosie and nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. We've got plenty of room." He gestured for the boy to come inside. He smiled and sat down next to Albus. He opened his mouth to say something before Rosie whipped her head around with a huge, bright pink, cheesy smile on her face and made the other two jump in their seats. She blinked her overly made up eyes rapidly and folded her hands together into what she thought looked like a cute and flirty position.

"Hi, I'm Rose. But cute boys call me Rosie. So I guess that means you can call me Rosie." she squealed, attempting to draw attention to herself. Albus shook his head and rested his forehead in the palm of his hand while the blonde boy looked at her like she was absolutely insane.

The boy leaned over and whispered carefully into Albus' ear, "Is she related to you?"

Albus raised his head and nodded. "Cousin." He breathed, letting his shoulders sag.

The boy gave him a pitiful look. "I'm so sorry." Albus laughed and cleared his throat.

"Alright... Okay. Well then. Put the awkward encounters aside." Albus sighed and tapped his foot on the floor. "What I was going to say before we were… err… graciously spoken to by Little Rose, was, what house do you think you want to be sorted into?"

Rose put one overly blinged hand over her heart and flung the other one into the air. "Why, Gryffindor of course! Only some idiot would think otherwise. I mean, seriously. It is the only one worth being in!" Blondie shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "What about you, Al?"

Albus shrugged. "Probably Gryffindor, though Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad, I guess." Blondie blushed a little and ran his fingers through his hair. Al turned to him. "What about you?" He sat upright and looked around.

"Wha... What? What did you…? What were you talking about?" he stuttered, obviously trying to act as if he weren't paying attention. Rose giggled stupidly and placed four fingers over her lips. Al shook his head and repeated himself. The boy bit down on his bottom lip and ran his fingers through his hair, making sure not to make eye contact with any of them. "I… err… Slytherin, I guess." Rose dropped her hand to her waist and curled it up into a fist.

"Sl... Slytherin? Did I hear you right? You want to be in that kind of a crowd?" she spat exasperatedly. The boy shrugged his shoulders and was suddenly very interested in his feet. Albus narrowed his eyes and looked at him strangely. The boy shook his head and muttered inaudible syllables into the air. "What?" Rose asked impatiently. He lifted his head.

"I… I really don't want to be in Slytherin. I mean… I guess it is a kind of family tradition… or expectation at the least. I really haven't given the thought of being in any other house until recently, and even now I'm still a little at war with myself. I guess that I would want to be Gryffindor if I had the choice, but I'm pretty sure I don't." He ran his fingers through his hair, which was becoming very distressed at this point, and looked back down at his feet. Albus examined him closely and frowned. There was something extremely familiar about the wizard sitting next to him, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe if he asked…. Nah. It was best to wait. It would hit him eventually.

Rose sat up in her seat and looked interestedly at his eyes. "Oh... well. That's alright…. Umm…" She coughed into her fist and blushed. "I seem to have forgotten your name." She stuck out her hand across the compartment for him to shake. "My name is Rose Weasley. You are?" His icicle eyes widened and he seemed to become increasingly uncomfortable when she said her full name. He hesitated and pressed into the seat.

Albus laughed. "It's alright, dude. She may look scary, but she doesn't bite." Blondie forced a fake smile and a phony laugh before reaching nervously out to shake her hand. Rosie raised one of her brightly dyed eyebrows and smirked.

"First lesson of the year: never trust anything Al might say. It just so happened that I did bite before, but that was when I was in my vampire phase." She hissed and flashed her teeth to make her point. "Anyways, what is your name?"

The boy hesitated and sighed. "Yeah… are you sure you need to know? I really don't…"

"Just tell me your stupid name!" snapped Rose, recovering her hand and crossing her arms. A little taken aback, the boy ran his fingers through his hair again and mumbled something.

Albus smiled a little bit, thinking he knew what was going on. The kid was obviously very, very shy and just needed a little boost. "Oh, come off it, Rose. You don't need to know his name. Nobody does. But, it would be nice to know for... let's say… future reference?" Al looked hopefully in the boy's direction and he sighed and gave in.

"Alright, alright. You got me. I'll tell, but you tell first, four eyes." He said teasingly. Al chuckled and nodded.

"Fine. If it makes you feel any better, my name is…"

" 'cough' loser 'cough' " intercepted Rose. Albus rolled his eyes and gave her a playful kick.

"I am Albus Potter. Just, please, don't make a big deal out of it. I'm finally escaping the media and…" he explained. The boy looked at him horrified.

"Did… Did you say your name was Potter?" he asked timidly. Confused, Al nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah I did. So?" The boy stood up and hesitated a little bit. Alarmed, Albus stood up and grabbed onto his shoulder. "Hey, is everything okay?" The boy shook his head and put a hand on his forehead as if he were dizzy. "Hey! Hey, are you alright?" The boy brushed Al's hand off of his shoulder and started rambling on and on about his father and apologizing and different blood types and all of this incomprehensible nonsense. He worked his way across the compartment and was about to walk out of the door when something hits Albus hard in the face. "Scorpius Malfoy!"

Dun Dun Dun! Epic Cliffhanger! So, whaddaya think? I would really love some reviews! And yes, before you say it, I know that Rose is really 'out there' and extremely OOC. So? What you gonna do about it, huh? Haha, I know. Just deal with it a little longer, please. I promise that she won't stay like this throughout the entire thing. Unless you want her to, of course. I need your opinion to decide, so review? Please?

Thanks for listening to me drabble on about this. Any questions I will answer in the next chapter if I can.

-jumpingjaxx13