Hey Readers! Alrighty, another chapter… Hoping it's longer than the others… I always think I've written heaps, upload it to Fanfiction and then see how small the chapter really is :/ But hopefully this is satisfactory! I hope you enjoy! I have so many great things in my head for this Fanfic, but there's so much I have to fill in before any big stuff happens. Sorry, sorry! Bare with me, though, and pay attention to a certain part near the end of Scorpius' POV - You'll need to remember it for future chapters!

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Rose's POV:

{If I was just another dusty record on the shelve

Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else

If I ask you to scratch my back, could you manage that

Like it read well, check it Travie, I can handle that

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks

Its just the last guy* that played me left a couple cracks}

"What boy?" I tried playing dumb… Dumb could work.

No. It couldn't.

"Don't play stupid Rose. Was he a friend, or something more?" she asked, her expression was concerned yet there was something in her eyes. Something that wasn't just concerned. Worried maybe? Or disappointed? I feared so.

"He's a friend Mum. My best friend. No, were not together! I swear on that!" I gushed, hoping she could understand me considering how fast I was talking.

"It was Scorpius wasn't it?"

"Yes" I answered simply.

"Rose, I don't think your father would,"

"Mum, I really don't care what Dad thinks about our friendship. And before you go lecturing me too, I'll just have you know he isn't like what Dad says his father was! Besides, Draco is a very nice man now!" my voice rose higher and higher with each word. I hated how my Dad judged Scorpius. When he found out I had befriended him, he threatened to hex Scorp's private area off and tried to keep me away from him. I just couldn't understand why, after so many years, that he still held a grudge that I thought had been forgotten.

Mum sighed and looked at me tiredly, "Rose, I understand Ron isn't always the most rational person on this planet, but he is just looking out for you. You've heard some of the stories from the war, but believe me, not all of them. One day you will find out but until then I want you too trust me when I say that your father has reasons to hold grudges on Draco, okay?," her eyes were sad I guessed, I felt a little bad for my comment but that didn't stop my next one;

"BUT SCORPIUS ISN'T HIS FATHER!" I screamed. Mum looked at me once again, staring directly into my eyes with a shocked expression, before she sighed, defeated.

"I know he's not. I know."

And she finished it there. What? Whose side was she on? She didn't give me much of a reply to retaliate to. Although, I don't think she wanted to either. She was obviously avoiding more conversation about the Malfoy Family.

I heard someone come down the stairs, Dad. Oh, I get it. Clever. Mum had let the conversation die for my sake. To stop Dad from over-hearing our conversation in fear of another war.

Maybe I shouldn't joke about that. About the war. Still…

"Hey my two most favourite girls in the world," Dad smiled as he walked over to the stove, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek passionately. I was grossed out to say the least.

"Ewe! Guys get a room please!" I shrieked.

"Okay then, let's go 'Mione," Dad said seductively to my mother. She returned the gesture by taking her apron off and leading my father up the stairs.

Was this a joke? Please please please please let it be a joke! Their bedroom door closed and I heard a lot of fumbling.

"I WASN'T BEING SERIOUS!" I yelled after them, I was horrified. I heard them laugh as they made their way back down the stairs. My expression made them laugh even harder. I rolled my eyes dramatically at them. At least they were both in love. They could be screaming at each other 24/7 or beating each other up each night. Though they still had fights, they were always little and forgotten the next day. I guess it was part of their life to fight with each other over unnecessary things. I guess I'm a fortunate person, having my loving parents still together and all.

I drifted away for a while, and thought of school again. It wasn't until I felt strong hands attack my weak shoulders out of nowhere, that I became aware of my surroundings again. It was my brother, an annoying fuzzy creature I've been forced to live with for almost 16 years of my existence. I shoved him away and looked around the kitchen once more. Mum had already plated up my eggs and buttered my toast and Dad was walking out the door with one of Hugo's trunks.

I dove straight into my toast, realizing my stomach was desperate for food.

"Whoa, looks like the bear came out of hibernation! Slow down sis, don't want to resuscitate you because you choked on your toast," my little brother gasped dramatically. I elbowed his stomach and continued eating. He sucked in a deep breath before letting out an abrupt groan. I inwardly chuckled, proud of myself for shutting him up.

"Why hello Hugie! Oh aren't you just so excited for the first day of school? Best day ever in my opinion! I'm so prepared for extra homework, more classes and more knowledge!" I said dramatically. I ruffed his hair up a bit and continued eating as he groaned once more.

First day of school - The best day ever! Oh what a joke.

"Time to leave everyone! We can't be late like last time! Make sure you've both got everything, your Father has loaded all your trunks in. Hugo take Budgie, poor bird doesn't like being stuck in that cage," Mum rattled on, rushing around waving her wand to wash the dishes. Hugo took a single bite out of his toast before it was whisked out of his hand and into the bin. He groaned for the 3rd time today and dragged his feet along the ground as he headed outside.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could without causing myself any injuries and opened my door slowly. I inhaled the air as I stepped in and looked at it. The old, lavender coloured walls were covered in Chudley Cannons posters that clashed terribly with the room, and moving photos of the most significant moments in my life. There was a picture of Teddy and Victorie's wedding, I was a bridesmaid dressed in a pale blue knee-length dress, pictures of all the previous Christmas' and New Years' and the more recent ones of my 16th Birthday. Although it was last year, I hadn't taken any other pictures worthy of placing on my wall. My double bed, with it's blue and green bed sheet, was covered in my childhood stuffed animals - Which I used to protest by saying, "They are not "stuffed animals! They are real people with real feelings, they're family!"

I really was different from every other Weasley/Potter/Lupin family member. I had deep chocolate-brown hair that came down to my waist, not the typical ginger hair that we mostly sported. Although, I have been told that my hair shines like auburn in the light. My eyes were a mix of green and pale blue. Mum said my Grandpa had green eyes, so I must've been given a mix of his and my Dad's eye colours. I was fairly tall but I was one of the shorter people in my group and I had barely there curves. Dad was thankful for this. One of the only few things I had in common with my family was Quidditch. I was going to be team Captain for Ravenclaw this year. I played keeper although I wasn't a bad Seeker either - not trying to boast or anything. Dad - being a Cannon fan and all - tried to suck me into rooting for the team, and while I do watch their games and support them when (if) they win a match, I had taken a liking to the Holyhead Harpies instead. Probably because it was an all female team and Aunt Ginny had played for them. She still does in fact, but only as an emergency now.

I felt tears fill up my eyes as I began stepping out of my room. I don't know why I was so upset. I went away from home every year. I guess it was because it was going to be my last year. The last time I would look at this room and say, "I'll be back soon," because next time I came back, I wouldn't be leaving to Hogwarts again. I was definitely going to be a mess on my last day. Hogwarts has, and always will be my home away from home. Hogwarts was my life, but this was my real home, that's why I was so emotional.

I pushed the tears back and closed my bedroom door. I sighed and decided to try and start the first day of my last year at Hogwarts in a positive manner. I bounced down the stairs to see my family waiting patiently - minus Hugo who was miming for me to "Get my 'fat' ass into the car." I closed the door of our house - which Mum quickly locked from inside the car (Probably in fear I would bolt back into the house again).

"All ready to go?" Dad asked as he started up the car. Mum looked un-easy at the thought of Dad driving.

I paused for a moment and glanced up at our house before saying, "Yeah I'm ready."


Scorpius' POV:

{I turn the music up, I got my records on

From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song

Don't want to see another generation drop

I'd rather be a comma than a full stop}

I'd finally managed to dress myself without falling asleep again when Dad told me it was time to go. I felt like a zombie. I needed more sleep. Thank goodness I could sleep on the train. My head was pounding and I had a huge headache. All I wanted was to jump - yes, literally jump - into bed and pull the covers over my head and never wake up again.

"Ugh, it's just like a bloody hangover," I groaned, tugging at my shaggy hair viciously.

"And how would you know how that feels, son?" Came my fathers voice from my bedroom door. I gave him a worried look.

"Uh, I don't know how it feel. I… uh… just have… heard about how it feels… yes… that's right," I think I was trying to tell myself this more than my father.

"Right," he smirked. Great.

"Mmm," I mumbled, as I grabbed my coat.

"You want to apperate us there today Scorp?"

"Good joke, Dad," I sighed, I wasn't able to get my license for apparition for another month.

He laughed sadly, "Sorry son, bad joke. Oh well, just under a month from now." I mumbled my response.

"Well, it's time to go, meet you out the front,

"Yeah, alright I guess, I'll be out in a moment," I said, distracted. My father gave a knowing look.

"Take your time," he said as he left the room. I sighed and ran my hand along my old, wooden desk. Last year. Last chance to prove myself before entering the big world. Shit, that sounded scary. Although everyone had accepted me at school, some still judged me for my last name, not my first. This pissed me off beyond belief. Now I understand that I should just ignore those people, and not give a fuck what they thought, but something inside me felt like I still needed to prove I was good enough. Better than them I guess.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I composed myself just in time to see it was my mother. She took in my room, and then turned to look at me. Instantly, tears welled up in her eyes and I went and pulled her into a comforting hug.

"My little boy!" she cried, "I can't believe it! It feels like just yesterday that you were going to Hogwarts for the first time, and now it's the last! My little baby! The years have flown by too quickly! It's not fair! It's only a matter of before you'll be moving out, getting a job, starting a family! Oh, it's so unbelievable!" she wailed, clinging on to me desperately, as though I would disappear if she let go.

"Don't worry Mum, still a few years yet. I might just live with you two forever, never leave, have a giant family here while you and Dad put up with us," I joked.

"No way Mister! Even though I love you with all of my heart, I could never let you live here forever!" she exclaimed. I laughed at her change of tone. She acknowledged this.

"Besides, that would mean your father and I would never have any "alone time" at all," she winked. I turned a horrible green and felt like I would be sick. My parents. "Alone Time". EWW! I groaned and gave Mum a pained expression. She laughed humorously as she began leading me out of my room.

"So what about you son? Any future daughter-in-law for me at the moment?" Uh, great. This happened frequently. Mum would make a joke about her love life with Dad and then would proceed to ask me about mine. I should of seen it coming.

"No Mum, not at this present time," I replied.

"Are you sure? What about Miss. Longbottom? You've talked about her quite a few times during the break."

Sandra Longbottom. Rose's best friend, therefore, a friend of mine. Well, that varied. A lot. She was very opinionated and was able to win an argument about anything, anytime - even if her side was clearly wrong. We often fought with each other until Rose or Albus would tell us we were being stupid. She was also Albus' girlfriend. They were the type of people who could stay together through anything. They'll be together for the rest of their lives no doubt.

"No Mum, I'm not dating Sandra. She is already dating Albus, and I don't think they plan on ending it any time soon," I rolled my eyes. Sandra and Albus really were a love-stuck couple. The amount of times I've walked into the Gryffindor common room to get Al and have ended up walking in on them snogging - or worse, "getting busy" - was phenomenal. I'm surprised Sandra hasn't accidentally gotten pregnant yet.

"Well that's too bad," Mum sighed then she turned to me again and smiled, "What about Rose? You two have been close for years! She really is a lovely girl Scorpius."

"I know she is Mum," I said honestly.

"So…?" she said, excited for my response.

"No we aren't dating! Rose and I are just friends, and I'm sure we'll stay that way," I told her. Her face fell in disappointment but just as quickly it lit up again.

"That's what they all say," she smiled knowingly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"A year can change a lot Scorp, enjoy it while it's here for you," she said wisely before reaching up and kissing my cheek quickly. "Now come on, we mustn't be late! Head boy can't miss his first day back now can he?"

"No I suppose he can't," I smiled as we walked out the front door to join my Father, my owl Houdini and my luggage.

"Next stop, King's Cross Station," my dad exclaimed as he grabbed our hands. I felt that all familiar pull at the bottom of my stomach as we were apparated.

Hogwarts here we come.

Hmmm, what will happen on the train? Sorry it's so short, I am trying to get better :( I promise :D

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Alicia x