A/N - I tried. This probably makes no sense to anyone but me. This is going to need a few more times over to be comprehensible. Just know that if this doesn't make sense, I think future chapters with these characters will make more sense than these ones. I'm trying to write a complicated dynamic to the point where it's both legible to the reader and hard to understand for the characters themselves. Anyways this is really the start of one of the stories I'm most proud of in this book so I hope you give it a chance

"Daphne," Rose Weasley's mother said. "You know Scorpius is here."

Rose felt a shock run through her head. The name that her mother had just said struck a chord with her somehow. She knew that name. She knew that name.

She was intimately familiar with that name. She had heard that more times than she could count.

Wait.

Why was she so familiar with that name? What was it about that made that name that caused an intimate familiarity? It felt as if that name was hers.

But that couldn't be true. Her name was Rose Weasley. Daughter of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley.

But Scorpius, was that her name as well? It was, wasn't it? She could remember her mother calling her that all of her life. Her father called her that when he advised her about the wizarding world. She remembered being called that name when she went to their funeral.

Funeral? For her parents?
Yeah. She went to a funeral for her parents. But her parents were right in front of her right now.

The funeral was for her parents, her brother, and her grandparents. Grandpa Arthur, Grandma Molly, and Hugo stood right in front of her.

She remembered standing all alone, knowing that she had no family left in the world. She stood around an entourage of redheads.

She remembered growing up in a manor that had been in her family for generations. She remembered growing up in the small two story house that her parents had built near The Burrow.

She remembered being hated for being related to Death Eaters. She remembered hating others for being related to Death Eaters.

She was a pureblood. She was a halfblood.

Memories of a boy with platinum blond hair and gray eyes looking into the mirror. Memories of a girl with red hair and green eyes looking into the mirror

"Scorpius?" Daphne asked.

Her name was Scorpius Malfoy. She grew up in Malfoy manor with her parents Astoria Malfoy and Draco Malfoy, her grandparents Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy, and her brother Sol Malfoy. They had all recently died in an attack led by a bunch of muggle born terrorists. She had been living with Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and their son Peter Zabini. She didn't like it there very much and wanted to return to her manor.

Wait. No. That's not right.

Her name was Rose, not Scorpius. But in a way, was it both? Rose took a look into her head and asked that question to herself again.

She felt someone else's mind touch her.

"Your nephew?"

He was sitting alone in a compartment with his legs pulled up against his chest. He was looking around with the same sense of incredulity that she was. He was confused as to why he was beginning to think his name was Rose Weasley. How did she know that? Was this boy real? Was he here on the train right in front of her? Why was she reading his thoughts? Is he reading my thoughts?

I think so? A voice whispered in her head. Panic shot through her and she took wild looks around, trying to discover where the voice was coming from. She couldn't see anyone around her.

Why am I thinking your thoughts, the voice asked. Now that she heard the voice again it sounded distinctly masculine. Well of course it is, I am a boy.

But I'm a girl, Rose thought to herself.

Well I'm not, the voice thought. Are you Rose?

Rose thought that of course her name was Rose. Why were her thoughts asking her what her own name was?

"Oh Astoria's spawn?" Daphne said. "I don't care whatever that wretched family has produced. I don't want to see him."

How dare she talk about her that way, Rose thought.

Where does this woman get off on thinking about her that way, the voice thought at the same time.

Rose took a step back in shock. Her and the voice were both thinking at the same time. It was an indescribably weird feeling. She felt like she had two minds in her head at the same time, both working separately and having their own unique thoughts.

I know it's pretty weird isn't it, the voice thought.

The only caveat to that being that everything one half thought could be heard and understood by the other half.

This is going to give me a headache, the voice thought.

Was something wrong with her? Was she going crazy? Where did this voice come from? How long had she been hearing this voice?

"Scorpius?" Rose said, taking a guess at what the voice in her head was.

Uhh, yeah? The voice answered.

"Scorpius."

What do you want, strange voice in my head?

Rose took off running, not sparing a glance for her family around her. She had only one thought in her head, and that was to see if the voice in her head was actually real.

She shouldn't have known what compartment Scorpius was in, but it was like she knew it anyway. If she thought about it, she had memories of trying to find a compartment that was empty. She had tried one compartment but had found that some Hufflepuff upper years had angrily told him to get out.

Wait. Those weren't her memories. Those were Scorpius's.

But soon enough she found herself standing in front of the compartment that she knew would have Scorpius inside of it. If the voice was real, then Scorpius would be sitting in the compartment, already in his school robes. Rose opened the door to the compartment.

Inside, Scorpius was sitting on a seat with his school robes already on. He was staring at her with wide eyes and a wide open mouth. Some memories came back to Rose at that moment.

Watching an unfair scene of getting kicked off of a playground even though she had done nothing wrong. Imagining going to a funeral for her whole family while she morosely sat on a tire swing. Strange pains on parts of her body that had no reason to be happening.

"That girl was you," Scorpius said quietly. His voice was so quiet that it sounded like he was still in shock. "That day I ran away from home. You were the one that was in that house. You were the one that made me so mad."

"What are you talking about!" She said, but even as he mentioned it, the memory was coming back to her. It was when she had been playing on the playground and a half blood had kicked her off for no reason. Then they called her father to pick her up and she yelled at him all throughout the manor.

NO!

That was not one of her memories. That was one of Scorpius's.

"That was you at the funeral too," Scorpius said. Rose already remembered this.

She had been sitting on the tire swing outside of her house when her imagination had transported her elsewhere. She had been brought to a funeral, where a small blond haired boy was staring down at five graves, completely alone. She had stood next to him and he had turned his head to look at her. They had looked at each other for a while until she had been distracted by Hugo getting her attention.

"How long have we been having these things?" Rose asked numbly.

Even as she said that her mind casted back to other occasions. During family dinners at The Burrow, she could remember the slightest glimpses of a blonde boy standing off to the side. She could remember the boy sitting next to her bed as her father told her fairy tales to go to sleep to. She could remember the boy next to her when she went to the movie theaters with her mother.

And, with a sense of shock, she started to remember the times she had been looking into his life. His father had told him about the history of wizards. His grandmother had told him the tragic story of her family. Peter Parkinson was a little runt that she wanted to punt across the yard.

Scorpius snorted. "You can say that again.'

Rose realized that she had always had this connection to Scorpius. So many unexplained feelings inside of her were starting to make sense. Unexplained periods of sadness or anger. Times when she couldn't sleep no matter how much she tried or times when she slept for long periods of time despite not even being tired.

Even tiny, little, inconsequential moments. Sometimes she would get the sensation of brushing her teeth when she had forgotten and remember to go and brush them. Times when she could have sworn that she had forgotten something but she couldn't ever find what it was that she had forgotten. These moments and others had been happening to her every day of her life.

And now the answer to all of her questions sat right before her on the couch.

Scorpius.

Rose sat down on the same couch and stared right into his eyes.

I don't even know what to say, she thought.

"I don't even know what to say," she said.

Woah that's weird, Scorpius thought. I heard her think what she was going to say before she said it.

I heard that, Rose thought.

"I heard that."

Ok let me show you, Scorpius thought. I don't like macaroni.

"I don't like macaroni."

Woah that is weird, Rose thought.

I told you so.

Rose didn't know what to say even more now. She just stared into Scorpius's eyes and tried to hear what he was thinking.

It's somehow surprising how much faster a person can think than they can talk. So much brain power is spent trying to condense disjointed feelings and notions into comprehensible words that the brain can be severely limited in its processing power. And trying to condense your thoughts into words could create a perpetual cycle in your mind of realizing you are thinking about thoughts you had already thought about just trying to make sure they made sense in the confined and smothering rules of syntax. Even describing this sensation into words bastardizes the phenomenon.

So, to say that Rose was having the most existential experience in her life would be an understatement. She would try to think of something, condense it into English, say it again in her mind, but then Scorpius would read what she had thought and start his own thoughts. But Rose could not always realize where her thoughts and Scorpius's thoughts were split. It would take her a second before realizing that Scorpius was thinking novel thoughts and it wasn't just her.

Trying to explain the feeling in words was making Rose's head swim with complicated English. Perhaps some analogies would work better.

Their thoughts were like two people stacking their hands on top of eachother, where the hand on the bottom would be put on the top. Then rinse and repeat where each time the speed at which the relationship happened increased slightly until they were a mess of hands swatting at each other. That was what their thoughts were like right now.

Or, Scorpius cut in, their thoughts were like Matryoshka dolls. Where they would take turns stacking their thoughts on top of the other one.

Before Rose realized, the two of them were fighting for dominance of their thoughts. Faster and faster, they were trying to swallow over what the other one was thinking about. Each time they thought faster, and took over faster. They were moving in a spiral until their thoughts came to a singular point and they both mentally tripped. Their brains could no longer handle the levels of abstraction they were trying to operate under and they were both brought back to the real world.

Rose was staring straight into Scorpius's eyes. She could see Scorpius staring at her too. Their two visions were overlaid over each other and she saw out of four eyes. She blinked and the feeling went away.

Woah, Rose thought. I don't even know how to describe that.

That, Scorpius thought. That… That was amazing. What was that. We were like thought fighting! What the hell!

Scorpius stood up and started pacing around the room.

I can see now that we've been like this for at least most of our lives, Scorpius thought. In our thought fight I think I saw a lot of our interactions.

Yeah, Rose thought. I think I remember times we're you've been there for as far back as I can.

It's amazing, Scorpius thought.

Just then, the door slammed open and Albus walked in.

"There you are, Rose," he said. "I've been looking for you everywhere. We've already been gone for half an hour. Where have you been?"

"Get out Albus," Rose and Scorpius said at the same exact time. That caused them to look at eachother. They both burst out laughing.

Albus quietly left the room.

Want to do it again? Scorpius asked.

Rose didn't know what she thought about the whole situation. But right now, it felt like she had finally found another half of herself that had been empty beforehand. It felt like she had been only operating on half power and meeting Scorpius was the push that she needed to finally go full power.

It was strange. She was both meeting Scorpius for the first time in her life while simultaneously having known him since the moment she was born.

She hoped her dad wasn't too upset with her when she brought a boy home for Christmas.