Thanks to Konoha's Hanyou Kunoichi and kingstonavery for reviewing! This is still first year, (I know the summery said it would be the last two years, but I want to tell you the sorting scene) next chapter will definatly be in sixth year. And I promise it won't take so long to uplode again.

Rose

It was splendid. The high celing echoed the night sky and floating candles flickered over the five tables. In front of the head table sat a stool with a patchy, old, and slightly burnt hat. My parents had told me many stories about Hogwarts, some of them including that hat. Like the time Uncle Harry pulled the sward of Godric Gryffindor out of it. All of us heard that story so much, we could repeat it word-by-word.

The hat opened its brim and began to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your tops hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Were you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Were dwell brave of heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And you won't get in a flap!

You're safe in my hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The hat finished its son and bowed to the five tables. Then the sorting began.

"Adams, Joyce."

A girl whose black hair was tied up in a braid stumbled up to the hat. It barely touched her head when it yelled, "Gryffindor!" and the table to the far left cheered loudly and I could see Fred, James, and Louis banging their goblets on the table.

"Boot, Thomas."

"Gryffindor!"

"Chang, Katya."

"Ravenclaw!" The table next to the Gryffindors clapped politely.

It continued on like that. "Finch-Fletchley, Anthony" became the first Hufflepuff. "Goyle, Crux" became a Slytherin and the table second to the right clapped. Most of that group looked very unpleasant. Alice Longbottom, one of my friends and part of our extended family, became a Hufflepuff and as she approached the table, her father beamed.

"Malfoy, Scorpius."

Scor took a deep breath and walked up calmly. A minute passed when the Sorting Hat yelled out, "Gryffindor!" I could see Scorpius' shoulders loosen up as he pulled off the hat and went to sit at the table. As "Markham, Clare" was put in Slytherin, I could see the other Gryffindors scooting away from Scor, leaving ample room by him, while in some places, people were packed. I could see my cousins; Fred, James, Louis, and Dominique, oblivious to what was happened to my friend. Fury rose up. How dare they judge him!

"Potter, Albus."

"Good luck." I whispered. He walked up slowly. The hat lowered over his eyes and it seem like hours passed when the hat finally declared Albus a "Gryffindor!" I sighed and gave him a thumb up as he slid in next to Scorpius.

Not many people were left. Karen became a Slytherin and sat next to Goyle and a boy Scor told me earlier was Adrian Nott, a third year. "Thomas, Jennifer" was a Gryffindor along with her brother, Devin. When Dezza was called up, I gave her hand a squeeze and she went up. The hat stayed on her head for the shortest amount of time and yelled "Gryffindor!" Finally it was just me and my cousin, Lucy.

"Weasley, Lucy."

Going up there, Lucy looked confident. She was under the hat for half a minute, then it called out, "Hufflepuff!" I heard mummers from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. With all that confident spunk Lucy has, we all expected her to be in Gryffindor. James, Fred, and Louis surprised us all when they stood up and applauded Lucy. With a smile of thanks, Lucy skipped over to her new table.

"Weasley, Rose."

Not wanting to show fear, I went up with my head held high. The hat slid over my ears and the hats raspy voice filled my mind.

"Ah, another Weasley. And a Granger. Plenty of smarts, not bad on courage either. Loyal, too. Your brain shows that you are a worthy Ravenclaw. But your heart proves that you should be in Gryffindor!"

I yanked the hat off my head after a silent thank you. I ran over to the Gryffindor table and sat across from Scorpius and next to Dezza. The four of exchanged a smile and turned their attention to the head table.

Professor McGonagall stood up and silenced the room just by doing so. "Welcome to Hogwarts." She said. "Before we begin the feast, I would like to say that Mr. Filch has again informed me that the list of banned items will be posted on his door. I am also to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is, hence the name, forbidden. As is using magic in the corridors between classes. Quidditch trials will be in three weeks. Please talk to Madam Emerson if you wish to try out. Enjoy."

The tables filled with tasty delights and I filled my plate with everything I could reach. What can I say; I'm my father's daughter. Plus, the food on the train seemed like ages ago.

"Mind sharing some of that, Rosie?"

I looked up to see that my cousins decided to join our side of the table. James, who has as big as an appetite as I do, was grinning down at me and before I could react, he took my roll.

"I was gonna eat that." I remarked.

"Well now it's mine." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Very mature."

"How much did you pay my brother to hang out with you, Malfoy?" James sneered at Scor. "And how about the Sorting Hat. My guess is that you used a confundus charm."

"James, don't be rude. Scorpius is actually very kind. He belongs in Gryffindor as much as I do." I snapped. James looked taken aback. I guess he wasn't expecting me to side with Scor. "So you can go somewhere else if you're going to be rude to my friends."

Scorpius and James looked at me as if I had gone crazy. I smiled and returned to my potatoes like nothing happened.

Scorpius

Everyone but me seemed to get over the fact that Rose Weasley not only complemented me, but called me her friend, even her over-protective cousin. They all sat down and ate whatever they could get their hands on, while I watched, my appetite slowly slipping away. I listened as the short, black haired, the tall, slightly darker skinned, but still ginger, the blonde male, and the pretty blonde female cousin talked about some prank they were already planning a prank on the Slytherins.

"Oh where are your manners, Rosie? Introduce us!" The darker skinned, ginger one said suddenly.

Sighing, Rose reluctantly introduced us, while pointing to them as she said their names. "Fred (the darker skinned ginger), James (the short, black haired overprotective one), Louis, and Dominique (the blondes) meet Scorpius and Aradezza. Scor and Dezza meet everyone. I don't see why Al couldn't do it."

"Al doesn't have your way with words, dear Rosie." Fred said a bit too charmingly. Rose glared at him.

"Aw, lay off them Fred. It's their first day. You're supposed to wait until they get use to classes to start messing around with them." Louis said with a smirk that looked like he was up to no good.

"Shut up, veela. You're gonna give away the surprise." James smacked him across the head. Dezza giggled, which seemed to stroke James' ego. When the dessert showed up, he was telling the punch line of a really lame joke involving a dementor and a boggart.

Rolling my eyes, I mouthed to Dezza, 'You had to giggle.' She just smiled.

After the feast, we followed the Prefects up to our dormitories. We were out as soon as we hit the beds.

And now they will magicaly be transformed into sixteen year olds! Review pretty please! (By the way, can someone please tell me what betas are and how I get one? :3)