Disclaimer: I own anything you don't recognize, the prologue and the plot. And to let you know, this is based on my own life so it's personal. Hope you enjoy it. The prologue is actually a page out of my diary but it's not written as a diary- and i've tweaked things a bit to sound different.


There's a possibility,
All that I had
Was all I gon' get,
There's a possibility,
There's a possibility,
All I gon' get is gon' be yours then
All I gon' get is gon'be yours still
- Lykke Li, Possibility


I wish I was a bird. I wish I was a bird so I could fly out of my misery. Birds don't have to worry about family; they can do what they please. I wish I could fly, high off a cliff, to dive towards the ocean and feel the flecks of water brush against my wings.

Birds don't have feelings. They don't have to feel that gut wrenching feeling when their best friends rush to them to to tell them the person you liked so much, was in love with someone else- a friend; a gorgeous, skinny and funny girl at that. They don't have to feel the confusion when they don't understand their feelings. And then when another friend comes along and makes you feel happy… explain that.

The one friend who always makes you smile; the one friend who had no idea the pain you felt that day, but within 10 minutes had you forgetting about that disastrous day.

Don't you hate when you see everyone around you smiling, holding hands and all you can do is think 'I want that'?

Now I'm lying here, hoping, wishing, I could be giver a sign and yet there isn't one. Where is my best friend right now?


The white mist spread all around, closing in, hovering. If one was to stand on a high mountain, one would think of the hazy white smoke that covered the noisy, wet platform. This mist however, didn't smell like clean and fresh as clouds did, but of smoke and haze. It smelt like the factories- the place his son was being carted off to to learn. One big factory.

Draco Malfoy stood tall and proud, much like his own father had seven years running while he attended school; while his father forced hell upon him to save his own life. He wore a black button down coat, his wife wore a black, skin tight dress and his son wore his School robes. They stood huddled together, beneath Astoria Greengrass-Malfoy's umbrella, Draco's hand on his son's shoulder, and his other arm wrapped tightly around his wife he met twelve years before, in the smoke-filled parlor at Gregory Goyle's two bedroom flat in Brixton.

Scorpius Malfoy however, saw clean and fresh when he looked upon the white smoke around him. The boy looked up to watch his father's expression and his father looked down and smiled a tight smile, squeezing his shoulder tightly.

"Scorpius, I am going to tell you something, something my father never told me, something no Slytherin has ever told their son- Power does not matter. You hear me? Love and Happiness is everything. " He bowed down to look his son in the eye, turning the boy roughly to face him. "Slytherin is not a house of power. It is a dark house, a scary house. It may hurt to believe it but you shall not become one- understand?"

"Draco!"

"I could never live with myself if he turned out like me or my father. When you put that dirty old hat on your head, you tell it you refuse to be Slytherin- you hear me?"

Scorpius stood staring at his father. He slowly nodded, disbelieving how his father could betray his house in such a way. All he could think was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. "What house should I want then Dad?"

"Whichever one Rose Weasley is sorted into," smiled Astoria. "Their family would be so loving!"

Draco smiled at his wife, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He shook his head, "You should get on the…"

Draco stopped speaking. Twenty metres down the platform a close family stood huddled together in view through the white mist. Bowing his head slowly he turned his family around. "See that family Scorpius? The one with Harry Potter there? See the red-haired man? The girl in the robes with the same bright hair? That, dear Score, is Rose. Rose Weasley.

"Treat her how you wish, but I want you to know, their family may disrespect you, for the past. Don't live to their expectations. Now up you get, on the train now."

He lifted his son's trunk swiftly onto the threshold of the door; his hands snaked back around his love when he was done.

"I'll write often!" Astoria called to her son who waved to his parents and began to lug his trunk up the narrow looking corridor that was enhanced by magic to be quite wide, looking for a place to read his History Of Magic text book.


"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. Make sure you beat his in every test, Rosie. Thank god you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."

Rose peered through her dark lashed eyes at the platinum haired boy who bared a high resemblance to his father, as her cousin Albus did to his father. She watched as the boy talked closely to his father; admired the way he looked at her and caught her looking, quickly adverting his gaze.

She knew immediately that she wanted him to be her best friend. She wanted him to know every detail about her and to know what she was going to say before the words left her mouth. She wanted to wake up Christmas morning to opening her ten or so presents with him, and to watch his amused expression at they guessed the flavor of a Bertie Bots every flavor been before tasting it.

Sooner than expected she was hanging out the train with Albus, her mother, father, aunt and uncle walking with the train to the end of the platform and stopping; her little brother and cousin were waving and cheering for the excitement of their elder cousins.


Standing huddled before the whole school waiting to be sorted was one of the most nervous experiences of his life. If it was possible, his hair would have turned whiter with the stress. He barely paid attention to his peers, except to the first letter of their surname; they passed the H's, I's, Jay's and Kay's, and before he knew it 'Lamington, Amelia' was sorted into Hufflepuff.

All he thought when he walked up to the filthy material was what his father instructed. The hat needed only three seconds to decide Scoprius belonged in Gryffindor and again he was walking to the shocked house on the right of the hall.

The table was a magnificent oak wood and had three hundred gold plate waiting to be filled with food. Across from him sat a very pretty blonde girl with a prefects badge pinned to her front, and beside her was an older blonde haired girl with a head girl badge attached to her robes. The girls both smiled kindly but the boy with beside them just looked him up and down and twisted to watch the front.

"Oh, Albus is being sorted soon, look there he goes," said the girl with the prefects badge. When the hat opened and called 'Gryffindor' the whole room seemed to explode into applause; the three sitting infront of him jumped up into the air and stood on their seats as the infamous Harry Potter's second son walked to the house of red and gold. He was red in the face and slid into the seat next to Scorpius, vaguely nodding to them all, a small smile on his face.

"Good job Al, knew you could do it," his brother beamed, reaching across the table to mess up his hair. "It's a shame, Slytherin could've used you."

Scorpius remained quiet while the family applauded the other students as they were sorted into their houses. Soon only two people were left to be sorted: Rose Weasley and a dark-skinned boy. Rose was called up and she sat on the stool, her eyes covered. She also seemed to talk to the hat as Scorpius had; oh how he wondered what it would be like to talk to Rose, to smell her.


Rose Weasley lay in her four-poster bed after being shown by her cousin Dominique her room in Gryffindor tower. She lay there with two other snoring girls- Juliette Macmillan and Alice Longbottom. Alice was a sweet but shy girl with mouse brown hair that fell to her bottom in waves. She had piercing grey eyes alike her mother's. She and Rose had grown up together; Alice lived in the Leaky Cauldron that was no longer a place to stay only if you had to, but a clean happy place that you wanted to stay in. They had expanded the pub into a café and when little Amelia was born they moved to an apartment house a couple blocks away. Her father taught Herbology and was not an unattractive man that he used to be.

Yes, Alice and Rose would be best friends.

How she wished her and Scorpius could have been. Scorpius made friends with Albus though. She smiled at the thought of the three of them running around Hogwarts.

Turning over in her ever-so-soft bed, Rose thought and thought about the day. Soon her snores filled the room also, sounding like the sea outside shell cottage, waves rolling against the shore…

A/N hmm, well the ending of this chapter sucks, I know! I need to set the base of the story first, introduce characters and settings. But note the next chapter will be five years later (so they are my own age).