A/N: PLEASE READ THIS! The time travel in my story is different than the time travel of a time turner (that's why they change ages and houses and such). Rose, Al, and Scorpius will be back in the 90's for all of the years that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco were there. That is all. :) oh and sorry it's short, I wanted to update it because I felt bad about kinda stopping it but I promise to make the next chapter longer! R&R! and I've been forgetting my disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP (now or in chapter one)
Chapter Two: 1991
Scorpius' POV
"How do you not know the password?" I demanded.
"Well, Scorpius," Rose began with an eye roll, "As Al so kindly pointed out, we aren't in 2022 anymore, we're in 1991."
My heart sped up as she called me Scorpius. What was wrong with me lately? I mean sure, Rose was pretty, but she was Weasley. The girl I was supposed to hate, the girl who always just barely beat me, the girl who was my best friend's cousin, the girl who I had kissed recently, the girl who I didn't regret kissing, that I wanted to kiss again.
I looked at her eleven year old self and realized how adorable she was. Her face had a splatter of freckles, mostly on her nose, but elsewhere too. She certainly had less freckles than she had had earlier today when she was sixteen. I couldn't help but smile as I thought and looked at her.
"What?" she asked me, her face flushed as red as her bushy hair. Her hair wasn't curly until about fourth year when she had learned some spells and potions to tame its wildness.
"Nothing," I replied as I shook my head to clear my thoughts, a smile still playing at my lips. Suddenly, a familiar boy came up to us. He had a prefect badge on and looked just like he had when I saw him last summer break while visiting Al at the Burrow.
"What are you three doing?" he demanded.
"Un- Percy!" Rose exclaimed, stopping herself before she called him Uncle Percy, "We forgot the password."
"Oh, well you really shouldn't be out this late," he scolded us, "but since it's your first time, Caput Draconis," he said to the portrait of the fat lady, who nodded and swung open to let us in.
"Thanks, Perce!" Al called as we climbed through the portrait hole and Percy looked confused as to why a first year that he didn't know had just called him Perce.
"It looks exactly the same," Rose grinned. I looked around the empty common room and grinned too, it was almost the complete opposite of the Slytherin common room. Water and fire. This common room was warm unlike the cold dungeons, the fire was dying yet its warmth still radiated around the room.
"We should get to bed," Rose said, "Your dormitory is right over there," she pointed up a spiral staircase. Al and I nodded as she bounced off to the girl's dormitories and we headed towards the boy's.
"What do you think?" Al whispered to me as we found all our things in the dormitory.
"This is weird," I confessed, "and I'm a little nervous to see my dad."
Al nodded, "I'm sure it'll all be fine."
"Yeah," I sighed, laying down to fall asleep, realizing that Al's dad and Rose's dad were sleeping a few beds away (as well as Professor Longbottom) and trying not to imagine what Rose's dad would do if he knew that we had kissed. With that pleasant thought, I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with sixteen year old Rose and I running away together and I woke up early in the morning in a cold sweat.
I shook my head, what was wrong with me lately? Sure, Rose was pretty, but she hated me and I hated her. I don't know what made me kiss her, but it didn't matter because it couldn't happen again. She was a Weasley and I was a Malfoy. It's not like we would, like we could, ever date anyway…not that I wanted to or anything. We were stuck here in 1991 anyway, at the young age of eleven. This shouldn't be any of my concern at the moment.
"Scorp," Al whispered, "You awake?"
"Yeah," I breathed, suddenly realizing how childlike my voice sounded. I sat up saw that the other first years were gone.
"So what happened between you and Rose last night?" Al asked, sitting up, too, "You both seemed pretty flustered."
"Nothing," I blushed, "We didn't have time to duel before Filch showed up so we hid."
"Oh," Al said, eyeing me suspiciously," Never saw anyone blush over nothing," he muttered but I ignored him.
"We should get going," I said, standing up and starting to get dressed. Al begin to get dressed, too, and as soon as we were both dressed, we went down to the common room. Rose was already down there and ready to go, her bushy hair was once again curly and she sat on the couch in front of the fire reading a book. As soon as we walked out of the dorm room, her head jerked up to see who it was.
"Finally," she grumbled as she slammed her book shut, "Let's get down to breakfast. It's the second of September here, so we went to an extra month of school, but it'll be worth it to experience this. I've also been reading up on this type of time travel. It's ancient Egyptian magic, but I can't figure out how to get back," she quickly took a deep breath before finishing, "Let's go eat," she repeated, now smiling.
"I'm sure we'll find a way home," Al said, then received a glare from Rose, "but we'll only leave unless we're really in danger," he added.
I grinned, "Let's go eat, I'm starving."
When we reached the great hall, we sat a few feet away from Rose's dad and Al's dad. Suddenly, Rose's face fell.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Where's my mum?" she said, "Why isn't she sitting with my dad and uncle?"
I spotted her mum sitting alone, a few feet down the table and pointed her out to Rose, who started to look more upset.
"Why's she alone?" Rose whispered. I shrugged but felt bad for Rose and her mother, it was obvious now that although Harry and Ron had instantly become friends, it had taken a little longer for Hermione to fit in here at Hogwarts. None of the history books mentioned this and I wasn't sure how long it would take for them to all become friends, and I was sure Rose was worried about it. It was clear that she was under the impression that they had always been the Golden Trio, as most of our generation was, too.