A/N: 'Allo! Hope you enjoy the story so far! So far, no reviews. :( But that's okay, I'm having fun writing this. I heart Scorpius! Haha. Disclaimer because I forgot to meniton it in the first chapter: Hogwarts and original characters copyright to J.K. Rowling. Yeppers. But I actually don't think I need to type this anyways, it's afterall on FanFiction where everything isn't ours! Well except for made up characters as there are a few in this one...BUT STILL.

"I see we have another Lestrange in our midst," the Bloody Baron said to Trinette as the first years followed the prefects to the Slytherin dorms in the dungeons. "It's a shame really," he continued, "what became of your parents, I mean. I hear your father died? He deserved it, after what he did. I know that I am the Slytherin ghost but at the same time, your parents were evil people, Miss Lestrange. I hope you do not end up that way."

Trinette looked up at the Bloody Baron, her eyes wide and unbelieving. 'They had been evil?' she thought, sadly, wishing to have any other parents than them at that point.

Suddenly there was a crash at the other end of the hallway followed by a snicker. The Bloody Baron stopped in his tracks—or really, air—and quickly flew back to where the noise was coming from. "PEEVES!"

"Peeves is a poltergeist, he pretty much does anything he wants around here—that is, unless the Baron has anything to do with it," Scorpius told Trinette quietly. "The Bloody Baron is the only one who can control him. Well, him and one of the previous Headmasters, Albus Dumbledore. But nobody cares about him. My father says he was a dreadful Headmaster and that we should all by glad he's dead."

"No, that's not true," a small voice said behind them. Trinette and Scorpius turned around to face Albus Severus, and angry glare upon his face. It made sense to Trinette, of course, for that Headmaster and he shared the same name.

"Well, of course, that's what you'd think. You're a Potter," Scorpius replied snidely. He turned back to Trinette. "The Potters are all lovers of Dumbledore, that's what my father says. Harry Potter was rumored to be having an affair with him. I'm not surprised. But I'm actually really proud of my father; he's the one that killed the old fart. He wouldn't tell me—OW!" Albus Severus had just punched Scorpius across the back of his head. "What the hell was that for?"

"Don't you dare insult my father!" he exclaimed, his fist still clenched. Trinette was surprised. Albus Severus had been quiet the whole entire time during dinner and up until then, for the long walk to the dungeons. She looked up the front; it seemed the prefect didn't care what was going on.

"I'll insult whoever I damn want!" Scorpius spat. Albus Severus pulled his wand out of his robes. "What are you going to do? Wave that at me? We can't do magic, you idiot, we haven't learned anything!"

"Levicorpus!" Albus Severus hollered and Scorpius was immediately suspended into the air by his foot.

"What the—? PUT ME DOWN!" Scorpius hollered, his face turning red from the blood rushing to it. "TRINETTE! HELP ME!" But Trinette couldn't. She didn't know the counter-spell and even if she did even she thought that Scorpius deserved it. Looking up at the front, she could see the prefect finally realizing he could not ignore the problem any longer.

"Take him down!" he ordered, although there was a look of surprise on his face.

"I would," Albus Severus began, "but I can't."

"Stop being silly, use the counter-spell!"

"I don't know the counter-spell! You'll have to get him down. Aren't you a wizard in, what, your fifth year? You'll have to do it. I can't do that kind of advanced magic."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Scorpius hollered, tears streaming down his forehead. "YOU JUST DID THAT BLOODY KIND OF ADVANCED MAGIC! REVERSE IT! REVERSE IT!"

"I should get Professor Bulstrode," the prefect said, frowning. "Malfoy, right? Wait here, I'll lead the others to their dorms and come right back for you."

Once all the first years had past by him (Albus Severus poking him in the stomach with his wand and Susanna Goyle standing by him, waiting) they entered the common room and were shown where the girls and boys' rooms were. Albus Severus and Trinette, however, stayed behind.

"I never imagined I'd end up here," Trinette said, looking around at the many Slytherin decorations all around them.

"Neither did I," Albus Severus said. "I really expected Gryffindor. I'd, truthfully, rather be there."

"Oh," Trinette said quietly. "Well, actually, I was talking about Hogwarts. I never knew I was a witch!"

"You…never knew?" he asked, astonished. "But, clearly you must have guessed. With the Daily Prophet giving weekly hints to where Bellatrix Lestrange is hiding?"

"The Daily Prophet?" said Trinette. "I grew up in a non-wizarding family, I don't know anything about the magic world." Albus Severus nodded, his eyes on hers. Trinette noticed that his eyes were a stiking shade of green.

"I hear that happens a lot with Muggle-borns," he said. "Although you're not a Muggle-born, you're a pure blood—with the brain of a Muggle-born." Trinette nodded, not entirely sure if he was insulting her or not. "Oh," he said, starting to turn toward the boys' rooms, "what was your name again?"

"Trinette," she said, slightly offended that he did not remember and then realizing that the only time her name was really said was during the sorting. "And what's yours?" she asked even though she already knew it.

"It's Albus Severus—but you can call me Al, it's a lot easier. I should get to bed now, we have classes tomorrow. Good night, Trinette."

"Oh, and Al?" Albus stopped and turned. "That bit of magic you did there," Trinette began, "it was brilliant!" He smiled and continued up the stairs.

Trinette walked into the first year girls' room to find five four-poster beds. Three of them were occupied—two of the three sleeping. The other girl sat on the end of hers and was painting her toe nails, looking up at Trinette when she entered. Trinette went to the unoccupied bed by the window to find her trunk already right beside it. She turned around and looked at the other bed without a person to it, knowing that it was Susanna Goyle's who had still not returned.

"So, is it true?" the girl, who had stopped painting her toe nails, asked. "Your parents are murderers?"

Trinette looked at her for a moment. People had been talking about it? So she decided to answer, "Yes, but I'm not." The girl looked at her suspiciously. "Look," Trinette explained further. "I don't even know them. Well, I just found out my father's dead at dinner and my mother is in hiding. I lived with non—er, Muggles. I'm just about as knowledgeable about the wizarding world as a Muggle-born."

"Hmph," the girl said, focusing her attention again on her nails. "My name's Eloise Harper. I'll be making sure you're asleep before I go to bed."

"Okay," Trinette rolled her eyes and dressed into her pajamas. When she slipped under her covers she took quick peak at Eloise who was still doing her nails but now painting serpents on them. When Trinette rolled to her side, she fell into a deep sleep.

"AH!"

Trinette shot up at the sound of a scream that echoed the girls' dormitories. The sun had already risen—she was late. Jumping out of bed Trinette threw her dressing robes on over her head, the Slytherin serpent sewn on it. She ran to the steps but, instead of running down, she fell and slid. The stairs had turned into a slide. She collided with Albus. The two yelled, "OW!" together. Realizing who it was, Trinette jumped over him and onto the ground.

"I'm sorry!" she said quickly.

"No, its fine," Albus said, getting up slowly, grabbing the bottom of Trinette's robes for support. "I guess no one woke you up. We should get going to the Great Hall for breakfast."

"Oh," Trinette replied softly. She was flattered that he had made an effort to get her. She also wondered why she hadn't woken up.

"Yeah, I didn't want to walk alone," Albus continued and Trinette's expression fell. She had been so flattered too. The pair walked out of the common room.

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!" a voice hollered in front of them. Albus jumped at his name and grimaced at the sight of who was in front of them. Trinette recognized who the girl was in front of them almost immediately. With flaming red, bushy hair that had been forced into a French braid down her back was the girl who kept looking at Albus when he had been sorted into Slytherin.

"Er, yes, Rosie?"

"Look at what I confiscated from your brother!" Rosie exclaimed, sticking out an old piece of parchment.

"What are you, a prefect?" Albus scoffed. "And it's not like that's anything bad, it's a piece of parchment. How did you find the Slytherin rooms anyways?"

"Oho, just a piece of parchment, you think?" Rosie said ignoring Albus' second question and pulling out her wand. "James was bragging to his friends about it and how you use it." She pointed her wand at the parchment and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And, as if by magic (coincidentally) ink appeared.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP"

The map of Hogwarts was drawn underneath it. There were moving dots all over it, each labeled with the name. Right in front of the area titled 'Slytherin Common Room' was three dots each labeled 'Albus Severus Potter', 'Trinette Lestrange' and 'Rose Weasley'.

"Cool!" Albus exclaimed. Trinette smiled but said nothing, unaware if Rosie approved of her. "Don't throw it out!"

Rosie gave Albus a bored stare and tapped the parchment with her wand again, now saying, "Mischief managed." She stuffed it into her bag and looked up at Albus again. "I dunno…"

"It'll be fun to use!" Trinette said unexpectedly. "I mean, if you'd let me…or, I mean, it'd be fun for you…or…"

Rosie looked at Trinette sideways and then looked back to Albus, "Of course I'm not throwing this out, Al. Do you think I'm that stupid?" She didn't hear Albus mutter, "Yes" under his breath. "Anyways, are you going to introduce me?"

"Introduce? Wha—Oh. Trinette, this is my cousin, Rosie. Rosie, Trinette" Trinette smiled at Rosie, thankful that she didn't act as everyone else had and given her a dirty look. But her smile faded at the next thing Rosie said.

"Well then, Trinette. I heard your parents worked for You-Know-Who. I'm just warning you not to try and kill me or Al at any time. Al's dad's head of the Auror's department at the Ministry and my dad works there too. And my mom's in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Rosie threatened.

"Rosie," Albus chuckled nervously. "Trinette grew up with Muggles…she had no idea about who her or what her parents were until just recently."

"Oh," Rosie said in a much softer voice. "I like Muggles. They're so naïve." Trinette nodded slowly, wondering if Rosie realized that she was partially insulting her. A yell echoed the hallways. The trio whipped around and ran toward the noise.

Malfoy was still suspended by his foot but it seemed that now both his hands and other leg were tied by ropes to the one that held him suspended. Albus exploded with laughter and Trinette muffled hers with her hand. Rosie looked from Albus to Malfoy and then frowned. "Albus you didn't."

"Oh, he did. Although, I do think the Crumple Volymed Schnorkles enjoy suspending people by their ankles. But no, I saw Al do it. Very advanced magic for a first year," Professor Loony said, coming from around the corner. "But it was me who added the ropes. I thought it'd make him more comfortable."

"YOU'RE A HORRIBLE HEADMASTER! GET ME DOWN! HELP ME, TRINETTE!" Malfoy hollered.

"Auntie Luna!" Rosie squealed.

"Auntie?" Trinette asked her laughter ceasing.

"She's not really our aunt, our parents are close," Albus whispered in Trinette's ear.

"Oh no, Rosie. You can't call me Auntie here, you know that. But I do believe that I should let him down," Professor Loony turned to Malfoy and flicked her wand at him. He immediately fell to the ground and started struggling with the ropes. Professor Loony flicked her wand once again and the ropes around Malfoy's leg and arms disappeared. He scrambled to his feet and slowed down his breath.

"Come on, Trinette," he said calmly, as if nothing had happened, which made the situation seem even more funny and even more embarrassing on his part. "You're my cousin, we have to stick together. I'll forgive you for not keeping me company last night but you might want to keep a good bond with me."

"You don't have to stick together because you're cousins," Professor Loony said dreamily. "But, of course, that would mean that Trinette could always stay with Rosie and Al anyways, as they're her other cousins."

All four of them turned to her and screamed, "What?" A playful smile stamped itself on Professor Loony's face and then she began to explain.