"Okay, Lily. It's 11:00. Time for you to get on the train." Harry Potter said to his daughter.
"I love you, Daddy." she said to him as she boarded the train.
"I love you, too." he said. He then walked away with his wife, Ginny, attemping to contain the tears of sadness and joy for his children. Although he used to be a part of the hustle and bustle of the trip to Hogwarts, it brought to him a certain sadness.
On The Hogwarts Express…..
"So you're Potter's daughter." a clean-cut and proper looking boy jeered at Lily.
"Excuse me?" eleven year old Lily Potter asked, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
"Mr. Harry Potter. Amazing Harry Potter. Who would've thought he'd marry your dirt poor mother? My dad always knew he was a stupid attention seeker. Why else would he marry that blood-traitor?" The boy continued.
"Lily, get out of here. You don't need to be dealing with the likes of Scorpius Malfoy. Why don't you pick on someone your own age, Malfoy?" Albus Potter, Lily's older brother, intervened.
"Why don't you stay out of this, Potter? Let your little sister battle her own war." Scorpius sneered.
"How about you make me, Malfoy." Albus shot back as he drew his wand. That sneer must be the same sneer that Dad had to see every day with Scorpius' father. Albus thought.
"Why don't you go back to your compartment and stuff your face into the sweets your dad's money's buying you, Potter. It looked to me like you had a pretty hefty amount. I'm sure your mother's family would have killed for that when she was growing up." He then paused and gave a dramatic sigh. "If I had lived in that situation I would have rather spent my life as a house elf." Scorpius said. Ending his rant on a hostile note, he also drew his wand.
"Stop rambling, Malfoy. You could make a fool of yourself." Lily added in quietly, but aggressively.
"He already has, Lily. Just let me handle this, okay?" Albus mumbled. "Stop talking now or I'll hex you, Malfoy, I swear."
"My father told me what your Uncle Ronald's wand looked like in his 2nd year, Potter. It was in pretty bad shape, eh? That tree sure showed his wand who was boss." Scorpius laughed.
"Cut it out, Malfoy. Keep being careless and you'll be silenced." Albus warned.
" Remind my mother to publish my autobiography after I die. She'll be able to find it on my bookcase at home." Scorpius mocked.
"I would be honored. When I'm there I'll be sure to take all of your belongings and sell them at a garage sale. Not like your parents would care. They're still too busy mourning the death of their precious Lord Voldemort." Albus snapped.
Scorpius then stared out the window, losing his focus. Suddenly, he came back into reality. "Garage sale? Ha, you've been hanging around your Muggle-loving grandfather too long, Potter." Scorpius spat out as he began twirling his wand between his fingers.
"Stop trying to get me angry, Malfoy." Albus threatened through his clenched teeth.
"I don't have to try." Scorpius smirked as he walked away.