Disclaimer which I totally forgot in the first chapter: I do not own this. If I did, I would've put in a little sister for Scorpius. : P
Enjoy.
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Chapter 2
The lake was huge.
His father had told him that the lake was big, but he never imagined it to be so big. Maybe he would get to see the Giant Squid. Oh, shoot, he'd lost sight of Al.
He craned his neck over the sea of students, trying to catch a glimpse of the green-eyed boy. He didn't, and instead was accidentally knocked to the ground by a student who fell over his trunk. The other student barely glanced at him, just got up and laughed with his friends.
Cor sat on the ground, barely remembering what his dad had advised him. 'There weren't a lot of people who liked me back then, so be careful. They might just keep that grudge alive.'
"Need a hand?"
He looked up. There was a tall boy standing over him, smiling. Cor nodded gratefully and pulled himself up with the help of the other boy. Then, he glanced to the side and—whoa, twins? The other blonde boy smiled an identical smile to his brother, and said, "Yeah, people always get surprised the first time. I'm Lorcan."
"I'm Lysander," added the boy who'd pulled him up. "We're of the Lovegood family."
"I'm guessing… Malfoy?" asked Lorcan. "By your hair."
"Yeah… Cor Malfoy." Cor smiled. "I believe I've met Mrs Lovegood once. She's a nice lady. Did you guys really find a Crumpled-Horned-Snorkack in Bulgaria?"
"Nah, we're looking in Greece next," Lysander said with a grin. "So, we'll see you at the Feast, and you should really be going to the boats."
Cor turned around, seeing the gamekeeper Hagrid ushering students into tiny boats by the lake. He looked at the twins again and grinned. "Thanks. Wait, what House are the two of you in?"
"You'll see!" called Lysander over his shoulder. "See you at Hogwarts, Cor Malfoy!"
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"Cor!" called Al. "Hey, Cor! Where are you?"
He stood on his toes, trying to see past the crowd of chattering eleven year olds, and yelled once more, "Oi, Cor!"
"Oi, Al!"
He spun around, almost losing his balance. A certain Weasley stood behind him, looking rather cross. "R-Rosie?"
"Where in the name of Merlin were you?" she said, shaking her head. "We thought you were going to sit with us up front!"
"Uhm, well, I…" Al couldn't finish his sentence, as Rosie dragged him off towards the boats, where a teacher with a crooked hat was calling for them to get in the boats, four to one boat each. As Al and Rosie and two other students got into one, he couldn't help but feel excited. They were about to be Sorted!
But wherever had Scorpius Malfoy gotten to?
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He got pushed along into a small boat, which creaked beneath his feet, and three other kids got in after him. They huddled together, those three, whispering to each other. Cor wished he had someone to whisper to.
Oh yeah. Where is Al, anyways? He must have gotten into another boat. Didn't he say his cousin was in the same year? A Rose Weasley or something. He must have gone with her, then.
At least we'll see each other there.
At the Sorting.
His heart gave a funny little flip. What if he ended up in Slytherin anyways?
Bending over the boat to skim his fingers over the water, he sighed.
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The Great Hall.
Definitely "great", all right.
The first years peered around curiously, some with expression of awe, and some with… even bigger expressions of awe. You could say that Al was in the latter category.
The enchanted ceiling was the best part; he'd mentioned that to his dad one day after reading Hogwarts: A History, and his dad stared strangely at the offending book for some reason.
Aunt Hermione told Al that his dad had never bothered with Hogwarts: A History, and referred to it as The One That Nobody Except Hermione Granger Ever Reads to Uncle Ron when they were still in Hogwarts, which, when heard by Aunt Hermione, caused their Potions homework to repeatedly hit them on their heads.
Al and James had both laughed at that. James hadn't bothered with the book either, it seemed. He used it to whack garden-gnomes out of their yard, though he kept it secret from Aunt Hermione. One time, Uncle George had strolled into their garden just as James had sent one flying, and Uncle George hummed, and said, "You know, maybe I should try that too."
But now was not the time for reminiscing.
Al glanced up at Professor Flitwick, the Deputy Headmaster, who was reading names off a scroll.
"Cadwallader, Gerard!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Corner, Owen!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
So close to being Sorted. He inwardly melted into his shoes with nervousness.
"Cerise, Anna!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A few more C's passed. Al looked behind him. Rose seemed excited at the prospect of putting the Hat on. They were at F now.
"Finley, Michael!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Forrester, Lionel!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Oh. Hey. Cor was a few persons in front. Too bad he couldn't see Al.
"Jenson, Christina!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
They were heading towards L now.
"Leighton, Xavier!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Llewellyn, Elizabeth!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Then…
"Malfoy, Scorpius!"
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A/N: My apologies for taking so long. My internet was down, and I had some writer's block. I have another Next-Gen fic involving Teddy Lupin and James Potter coming soon, and I'm only 2000 words in. So, yeah.
Other than the lame excuses, they're finally here! At Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts!
Some of the names are taken from characters in the Harry Potter world. If you recognize any, then you're awesome. Lol. Okay.
Review, review, it's almost as good as SPEW! :D
- Sparky