Chapter 2! We've made it this far, and if you are choosing to continue, I thank thee :)

Inspiration for this chapter is from the song A Place in this World, by Taylor Swift. (It was on my iPod, the lyrics fit).

Disclaimer- Don't own, don't sue. 'Kay?

Rose Quartz

New Beginnings

"We'd better find somewhere to sit," Albus said, as the train pulled away from Kings Cross.

"Oh, yeah," I replied half-heartedly, and followed him through the train.

There were no empty compartments, and James certainly wasn't going to let us sit with him. We did find somewhere to sit, though. With the one and only, you guessed it…

Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey, do you mind if we sit here?" Albus asked; his voice full of warmth.

"Go ahead," He looked up, and raised an eyebrow at who had asked to sit with him.

"Thanks, mate," Al replied, unaware of his confused expression. "I'm Al, and this is Rose."

"I know," he said. It came out a bit rough, but he didn't seem to mean what it implied. "I'm Scorpius."

"We know," Albus chuckled, with a friendly smile.

We sat down. Scorpius looked out the window at the passing countryside, and Albus fidgeted in his seat.

"So," I said, trying to initiate friendly conversation, "What house do you think you'll be put in?"

"Gryffindor, hopefully," Albus replied almost instantaneously. "Wouldn't want to disappoint Dad."

At the mention of their parents, the compartment became once again silent.

"I hope I'm in Gryffindor. But the other houses don't seem to be as bad as everyone thinks," I replied, struggling to keep delicate feelings aside. "What about you, Scorpius?"

"I'm not sure. I'll probably be in Slytherin, considering," He abandoned the sentence, because we all knew what he meant.

"Well, you never know," I said.

"I guess not," he replied.

I tried to keep up pleasant conversation, but after a while, it's hard to think of things to say to someone the rest of your family hates.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" asked the plump lady pushing the cart of sweets.

Albus and I each took a few sweets with the money our parents had given us.

"Do you want anything, Scorpius?" I asked politely.

"Oh, um, five chocolate frogs, please," he asked the lady.

He purchased his chocolate, and sat back down.

"What cards did you get?" Albus asked curiously.

"Nothing I don't already have," Scorpius replied.

"You collect?" Albus inquired. Al's chocolate frog cards were his pride and joy. He had nearly all of them, and showed them off to anyone who was willing to see.

"Uh, yeah," Scorpius replied. Albus began rambling eagerly, and somehow, managed to capture Scorpius's interest.

I sighed, and picked up one of my schoolbooks. I fingered my new necklace. I guess I'm more like my mum than I thought.

"Rose, we're here," Albus broke me out of my trance.

"Oh," I returned Hogwarts, a History to my bag. Albus dragged me off the train, a bit overzealous for his first glance at Hogwarts.

It was magnificent. The castle itself was situated on a small cliff, the rolling hills illuminated by the lamps that were tethered to the boats. It looked like something out of a book like the one's Mum read to me. But of course, with the books she read, Hogwarts was the castle in the tattered pages.

I stepped gingerly down the hillside with the other first years. I located an empty boat, and stepped in.

Suddenly, I lost my footing. I started to slip, down to the freezing waters of the Black Lake, but someone stopped my descent.

I turned to see my savior. It was Scorpius, a kind half-smile played on his lips, illustrated by the boat lamps.

"Thanks," I said gratefully.

"No problem," he replied, and sat in the boat with me. He was quickly followed by Albus, who made three.

We set off across the lake, to school, to new friends, to not-so-understanding-of-that-thing-one-calls-a-social-life professors, to new beginnings, to the next seven years of our life.

We were ushered into the castle by none other than Neville Longbottom, or as I had better start referring to him as, Professor Longbottom. He gave the usual first-year speech. When a small boy chasing a toad scurried to his feet, he simply chuckled at the blushing boy, and muttered about de-ja-vu.

At last, Nevi-Professor Longbottom opened the large, ornately carven doors open. We filed in, walking in pairs of two, gasping constantly at the awe-striking hall. The ceiling looked as if it were a gateway to the sky, though I knew better, Mum had told me a few times that it is enchanted to look that way.

The Sorting Hat sang its song enthusiastically, and the sorting began.

"Allert, Pierce!" Professor Longbottom called.

The sorting hat considered for a minute, then shouted

"Ravenclaw!"

The sorting continued in alphabetical order, until the most surprising sorting of the night was commenced.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!"

The hat sat on his head for no more than fifteen seconds before it had made it's choice.

"Gryffindor!"

The hall was consumed in whispers, mostly from the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. A crimson-faced Scorpius sat at the Gryffindor table, but was not welcomed like the other Gryffindor first-years. He sat a distance away, and kept to himself.

Albus was sorted into Gryffindor, and before I could figure out where the time had gone, my name rang throughout the hall.

I stepped cautiously up the few stairs that led to the stool. I sat, and Professor Longbottom placed the hat on my head.

Ahh, I see Weasleys are never in short supply. Miss Rose, you have a good heart, and a sharp mind, but your courageous nature trumps your other qualities. Better be…

"Gryffindor!"

I sighed with relief. The Hall filled with cheers. Albus, James, Teddy, Victorie, and all of my other relatives' cheering registered as the loudest. I smiled down at the crowd.

To my surprise, Scorpius was clapping with all of his might.

For reasons unknown to me at that time, instead of sitting with Albus and the other first years, I sat down across from Scorpius.

The Hall again filled with whispers, but I ignored them. I sat with the boy who was alone, the one who needed a friend.

I sat with Scorpius Malfoy, my father's arch-enemy's son. So sue me.

The prefects led us to the Gryffindor Common Room. The room was large and friendly. Now I see why my parents loved this room so much. It was heavily adorned with red and gold, with big, fluffy rugs and battered armchairs surrounding a magnificent stone fireplace.

"Hey," I was greeted by Teddy Lupin, Victorie trailing next to him, "Congrats on making Gryffindor."

"Thanks," I felt my face grow as red as my hair. Teddy never really much talked to me specifically. In all truth, I was a little star-struck by him.

Another older Gryffindor came up and asked Teddy about something.

"Sorry Rose, gotta take care of something," Teddy apologized, and followed the other boy off to whatever proved to be so important.

Oh well. I headed toward where the prefect had said my dorm was. I found that my belongings were already there.

I love magic, I thought, and promptly proceeded to fall asleep on my new bed.

Four and a bit more pages on Word, wow, impressive for me. I'll probably skip forward a few years in the next few chapters, just to get on to the plotline. I don't expect this to go over about twenty chapters, but hey, you never know.

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