I realize I've never done a disclaimer so;

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books. That's all J.K. Rowling, only the plot is mine. If they belonged to me do you really think I'd be doing this?

Elodora Williams? Like/hate?

Also I promise the sorting next time! These chapters are rather short.

"Firs' years! C'mon, follow me- any more first' years?"

They hopped out onto the small dark platform, slick with rain. Rose shivered in the cold night air. Suddenly they were coated in a warm golden light from somewhere above his head. Scorpius glanced up, feeling the icy rain sting his face, and gasped. A giant of a man stood only a few paces away from them, bellowing loudly to the small meandering crowd of students still left on the platform. He was honestly a bit scary with his mangled gray beard and beady black eyes, not to mention that he was simply too big to be allowed. But when he turned towards Scorpius his face was full of warmth, maybe, he thought, the giant wasn't as fierce as he appeared to be.

Just then a voice behind him yelled;

"OY HAGRID!" Albus was grinning beside him, waving his arms to get someones attention. To Scorpius' surprise, the giant turned towards the trio and grinned.

"All right there, Rose Al. And who's yer friend?" Scorpius felt suddenly very shy, but he forced himself to meet the Hagrids gaze.

"Scorpius," he mumbled, rather self-consciously. Hagrid looked him up and down and suddenly frowned.

"Ye wouldn't be Draco Malfoys son Would ye?" Scorpius went very pink and muttered something like "mimblewimble." As if I need to be reminded he thought wearily. Suddenly Al gave him a shove, he glanced up to see the dark haired boy grinning. Al then turned to Hagrid.

"Yeah he is, but he's not a right git, in fact we've taken a bit of a liking to him." Scorpius snorted and nudged Albus back.

"Was that supposed to be a complement?" Albus frowned.

"I thought that was obvious." Rose laughed.

"What is it this time?"

Hagrid still looked a bit wary but he smiled.

"Well come on you lot don' want ter be late fer the feast. Mind yer step, now."

Al grabbed Roses hand and Rose grabbed Scorpius and the joined the nervous clump of first years gathered by the lake. Al made a beeline for a boat steering them towards one with a bit of mold on the side.

"Do they ever replace these?" Rose signed.

"Now what fun would that be?" Al replied wiggling his eyebrows. Scorpius could hear Hagrid in the background announcing that they were to go four to a boat. They were joined by a small girl with mousy brown hair, her hands were shaking. Rose and Al were still arguing are they always like this? Meanwhile Scorpius was looking at the other girl.

"Hello," he said kindly.

"Hi," she responded shyly, glancing up at him quickly and then back at her boots.'

"My names Scorpius," he said holding out his hand with a smile. She looked up at him again and shook his hand tentatively.

"Elodora." He smiled encouragingly.

"That's a nice name," he glanced up past Hagrid. "First view of hogwarts is coming up soon, my father said it's amazing." She winced a bit and Scorpius frowned. Elodora seemed to notice, her eyes widened and she blushed, looking down again.

"I'm sorry, it's just, well I'm muggle born." She flinched as though expecting him to hit her. His eyes softened.

"It's alright," and then with a crease of his eyebrows, "Being muggle born is nothing to be ashamed of you know." Elodora didn't looked relieved, in fact she seemed to droop. She looked up at him and mumbled,

"I bet I'm worst in the class." Scorpius started, that's not what he'd been expecting. Suddenly he felt a bit angry.

"My dad says the best in his year was a muggle born." He left out the big were his father had cursed her for being a mudblood and accused the teachers of favoritism. She seemed to brighten at this and Scorpius felt satisfied.

"What house do you think you'll be in, I asked around a bit on the train and I think I'd like Ravenclaw." if he was expecting anything it wasn't this, in fact he couldn't help but start at the question. Scorpius was about to say Slytherin, that's were his entire family had been for as long as anyone could remember, but for some reason he trusted Elodora.

"Gryffindor," he mumbled for Eldora's ears alone, and then with a grim expression, "But my whole family's been Slytherin, and I don't know what they'd say if I got anything else." And suddenly he was telling her everything, about his pureblood father and his old fashioned ideals, about not fitting in with his family, and being judged by his last name. Elodora was a very good listener nodding and laughing at all the right parts. Scorpius was just as fascinated when she told him about growing up in muggle london. She was in the middle of explaining a telephone,

"So you just talk into it-" when she was interrupted by a loud gasp from Rose.

"Ooooh look," she whispered, with something like longing in her voice. He glanced up were her finger was pointing and gasped. Perched atop the mountain was a giant black castle, it's towers and turrets illuminated by the full moon. It glowed with warm yellow light leaking from hundreds of slim windows. Scorpius couldn't help leaning forward, as if he could somehow get closer to the magnificent sight, and Elodora was mumbling something like "bloody hell" under her breath. Al, however, had yet to notice the castle and was still going on to Rose, who was no longer listening, about something.

"Come on Rosie it was just one acid pop are you ever going too- why are you lot so quiet?" Suddenly the whole group were shaken from there awestruck trances, and burst out laughing. Albus looked as though he'd been confunded.

"Wha- oh," he said looking up and staring at the sight before him. A bit of drool dripped out the corner of his wide open mouth.

"Be careful Potter a wide mouthed tree frog will be replacing you next," sneered a tall burly boy Scorpius recognized immediately as Arran Zambini. Suddenly all laughter ceased except for a few chuckles from an unpleasant looking lot in the same boat as Zambini. Al frowned and looked down, was he just gonna take this! All the sudden Scorpius felt anger surge through him, his vision going red and he blurted out,

"At least he's above you Zambini, I don't think you'd be smart enough to catch a fly!" Arran clenched his fists menacingly.

"I'd watch your mouth Malfoy, wouldn't want your father to hear you're hanging around Potters and mudbloods." It was pure instinct, Scorpius lunged forward. All the sudden he felt the flimsy wooden boat lurch forward and he toppled into the lake.

The biggest shock was the cold, it was like ice slipping down his spine. The second was that he couldn't in fact breath, obviously Scorpius your under water, how thick can you get? Despite it's simplicity this was becoming a bit of a problem, as Scorpius rather liked breathing. He opened his mouth and took in a great gulp of frigid water. He squinted his eyes, he could vaguely see a dim light at the top of the lake, but it was very dark outside. His vision was starting to go spotty if this was what it was like to die, Scorpius thought, it wasn't all that bad. In fact now he felt something warm around his waist. Suddenly he gasped and was startled to feel cool air fill his lungs, and even more so that the warm feeling around his middle was a thick black tentacle. Scorpius felt himself rise up, and suddenly he was plopped into his boat, his mouth still hanging open.

It took him about five seconds to get over the shock of the lake. He shivered and glanced around taking in the shocked expressions of all his fellow first years, Elodora was shuddering and Rose had her face buried into the shoulder of a shocked Al, it was very very quiet.

Suddenly someone too his left yelled,

"WICKED!" and everyone started to laugh again.

"Here," a kind voice whispered, Scorpius turned to see Hagrid had paddle up to their boat and was holding out his thick moleskine overcoat. It was then Scorpius noticed how cold he was. He stuttered a weak "thanks" as the giant draped the coat over his shoulders, trying for a weak smile, Scorpius grinned back at him.

"What the BLOODY HELL was that!" Albus screamed staring wide eyed at Hagrid, but before the man could answer he turned to Scorpius, "AND YOU MATE," he flinched ready for the blow, "THAT WAS BLOODY INCREDIBLE! HOW BIG WAS THAT THING!" Scorpius laughed but Rose looked horror struck.

"Al he could've been killed!" Before Scorpius could assure her he was perfectly alright Hagrid cut in.

"Nah, the giant squid might look showy but it wouldn't harm a fly." Rose still looked doubtful, she'd heard several stories from her parents about Hagrids "harmless" pets no doubt, Scorpius certainly had. He winced at that thought and put it aside turning to Rose.

"Honestly Rosie I'm fine," she looked incredulous but turned away, her hands raised in surrender, Scorpius couldn't help but smile, he'd liked the way the nickname felt on his tounge.

Hagrid was shaking his head.

"A Malfoy and A Potter," he muttered too quietly for anyone but Scorpius to hear, "Well I never."