A/N: Hello! Sorry that it took so long to update. I'm currently writing three fanfics at once so I might have forgotten about this one. But here it is! Chapter 3. Enjoy and PLZ review!
Btw I have corrected the mistakes in my previous chapters so they're more readable now.
*disclaimer* I do not own any of the characters :(
Rose woke up to the sound of laughter and giggles. She laid in an unfamiliar bed and forgot where she was for a second, but then she remembered that she was in Hogwarts. She climbed out of her four-poster bed and greeted her roommates. Rose sheared the room with four other girls: Sam (Short for Samirah.), Leah, Maddie and Sabrina. Sam, Leah and Maddie were muggleborns, but Rose didn't mind. That just meant that she had people to complain to about how much they missed TV. Sabrina, on the other hand, was a pureblood. It'll probably be fun to confuse her with muggle terms.
"What are you giggling about?" Rose asked. "Well," Sam said. "I just realized this: Sabrina the teenage witch." and they all started laughing again. All except Sabrina, who looked very confused and maybe a bit crossed. Seeing Sabrina's face, Rose started laughing as well. "I don't understand!" Sabrina said. "What's so funny?" After the laughter died down Rose said: "Sabrina the teenage witch is an old television show for muggles. It has nothing to do with you." "What's a television show?" Sabrina asked, still looking very confused, but at least not crossed anymore. "I'll explain it to you later Sabrina," Maddie said. "But let's get dressed first or we'll miss breakfast." "Good idea." Leah said and they all started to change into their robes.
As the five of them walked down the stairs towards the common room, Sam, Leah and Maddie were busy trying to explain what a television and a television show was to Sabrina. So when Rose spotted Albus in the common room, they didn't even noticed that she left. "Morning!" Rose said to Albus. "Good morning Rose," he said. "Ready for breakfast?" Rose asked. "I'm starving," he responded.
As the two of them walked towards the great hall, Rose told Albus what had happened in her room. At the time that Rose was done talking, Albus was laughing so hard that he snorted. "You're so lucky!" Albus said. "I'm sharing rooms with only half-bloods and purebloods. They didn't even knew what a DS was! I wish I shared a room with some muggleborns" "Oh come on Albus, half-bloods and purebloods are not so bad." Rose argued. "They are if they keep asking you questions about how your father defeated the dark lord or how your mother got into the Holyhead Harpies." Albus said in a whispering tone while looking down at the floor. Rose was taken aback by that comment, she hadn't realized that Albus would get so much attention because of his parentage. "I-I'm sorry," Rose said. "I hadn't realized that." "You don't need to apologize for anything," Albus said. "I'm just glad that at least you will always be honest with me. And not like the other who want to know me because my parents." Rose place an arm over Albus' shoulder and pulled him closer. "I'm sure you'll find a friend that likes you for who you are," she said. "Thanks," Albus said. "I wonder how James does it." "Well," Rose said. "James loves the attention, but he knows when a friend is real and not only trying to take advantage of him." "Yeah," Albus said. "That sounds like the James I know."
Rose sat next to Albus during breakfast, they were just starting to eat when James sat down next to Albus. "Man, I'm starving," he said while filling his plate with bacon and eggs. "tho, bwat dist guor steduwl?" "What?" Rose asked confused. "He said, what's your schedule?" Albus explained. "How did you know what he said?" Rose asked. "Well, after living with him for 11 years made me able to understand him in any circumstances," Albus said. "That explains it," Rose said. She opened her bag and took out the piece of parchment with her schedule on it. "First transfiguration with Hufflepuff, then double potions with Slytherin, then history with Ravenclaw and at last flying with Slytherin." "thouts iderssihg." James said, then he swallowed. "Sounds interesting." Then they continued eating their breakfast.
Professor McGonagall didn't at all seemed glad to have another Potter in her class, but when she found out that Albus wasn't at all like his brother or father, her mood seemed to lighten up. Professor McGonagall made them pair up and practice the Wingardium Leviosa spell, which Rose performed perfectly at the end of the class.
"Mister Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked as the class started to leave. Rose stayed with Albus "Yes, professor?" Albus said. "May I just say that I honestly did not look forward to having another Potter in my class, especially with my age. But you are by far the best Potter that I had in my career." Professor McGonagall said. "Uuh..." Albus said. "Thanks, I suppose?" "Now hurry up or you'll both be late for your next class." "Yes professor," the two of them said in unison. Once they were out of hearing distance of professor McGonagall, they looked at each other and started giggling.
Potions was a bore, the professor went on and on about precautions and the best temperature to brew a potion on. Instead of listening to the professor Rose found herself looking at the Slytherins. They all seemed to be whispering to each other instead of listening to the professor, which Rose could relay with. The Slytherins were all whispering with each other, all except one: Scorpius Malfoy. He sat at the back of the class, alone, staring at the wall. Rose wondered why that boy didn't try to interact with the others in his house. She thought of different reasons, but they all seemed illogical. By the end of the class, she still didn't know why and Rose thought of it as her mission to find out why.
History was a bit more interesting, but Rose's thoughts kept floating back to Scorpius. Until professor Binns asked her a question which she couldn't answer because she didn't pay attention. Luckily Albus managed to whisper the answer next to her. She thanked him under her breath. After that, she started to take notes and pay more attention.
Flying lessons, the one class where everyone seemed to look forward to. They started with calling their brooms, and eventually they got to fly around the training field. A lot of students had difficulties with calling their brooms, mounting their brooms and flying, but Albus and Rose did it perfectly thanks to Aunt Ginny's lessons. While Albus and Rose were goofing around on their brooms, they saw that Rose's roommates had troubles with flying steadily, so they decided to help them out. At the end of the class, her friends were able to fly a broom without losing their balances.
"What a day," Albus said as they walked back towards the castle. "And we have homework too." "The weather is so nice today," Rose said. "Maybe we could fly some more after we're done with our homework." "But we don't have brooms because first years aren't allowed to bring one," Albus said. "Who said something about our brooms," Rose said with a playful smile. "We can borrow one from James and Teddy. They'll allow it, I'm sure." "Good idea," Albus said. "But what if the teachers find out?" "Then we can say that we haven't technically broken any of the rules," Rose answered. "So if you'd hurry up, we can fly longer." And together they ran towards the Gryffindor common room and started on their homework.
After thirty minutes Rose laid down her quill and said: "No, no, I can't do it anymore." And she walked towards her room before Albus can say anything. After two minutes Rose came back and sat back down at the table. "What did you mean you couldn't do it anymore?" Albus asked. "What I meant," Rose said. "Is that I'm incapable of writing with that stupid quill that I have to refill every damn time I write a sentence. So I went upstairs and got this." Rose pulled out two pens from behind her back. "I don't care that the professor is a ghost, but that doesn't mean that we have to endure writing with a damn quill, like we live in the middle ages. And I don't think that he'll mind since that my handwriting will be WAY more readable now." "I agree," Albus said. "Those quills are driving me crazy! I can't understand how people write with them." He took one of the pens and they continued writing their homework.
I hope you liked it and I'll update soon!
Author out ;)