A/N: Thanks to my friend, who's now my storybeta

'What's our first class today?' Matthew asked curiously. Matthew and Albus stood by the entrance of the Slytherin common room. 'Potions.' Albus answered and he give the timetable a closer look. 'Yes, we've Potions with Ravenclaw! So we'll see Rosie. And our teacher is professor Forbes, have you ever heard of her?' Matthew thought. 'Err, no. Although, I remember dad has mentioned her name once. I can't remember when.' 'Well, let's go. I don't want to be late at our first class. Luckily Potions is somewhere in the dungeons too.' Albus picked up his bag and walked through the exit. 'Have your parents answered your letter?' He asked. 'Yep, they were proud at me for being the first Slytherin ever known in my family. That wasn't really hard though, as we only know the houses of my father's family. They send me a box of Every Flavour Beans. I can't wait to test them. And how reacted your parents?' Matthew chattered fast sometimes, and long. Albus chuckled. 'They were proud too. My father said that I was braver then he was as kid.' Albus smiled dreamily. Matthew patted him on his shoulder. 'So it doesn't bother you anymore that you're in Slytherin?' He asked. 'No, I'm happy here.' Albus answered with a big smile on his face.

'Shall we have to go right or left?' Albus sighed. They were lost. The Potions classroom wasn't far away from their dorm, but they simply couldn't find it. 'Hey, have we seen this portrait before?' Matthew asked, while studying a portrait. There was a gaunt man on it, with a long grey beard and pale grey eyes. He looked severe. Matthew didn't like the portrait, it seems like the man was whispering things to him. 'That's Salazar Slytherin, the founder of our house.' Albus said. 'He's creepy.' Matthew give the picture a closer look. 'Can you understand what he's saying?' He asked to Albus. 'What? I don't hear anything.' Albus studied Matthew. 'You hear him speaking?' He asked and he looked Matthew in the eye. 'I think I've imagined it.' Matthew answered, but he looked a bit uncertain to the portrait. 'I don't like it here, shall we go left?' 'No, left is never right.' Albus said dryly and Matthew chuckled. They walked away from the scary portrait of Salazar Slytherin, trying to find their classroom.

'Potter, Jones. You're late.' A woman with brown hair and light blue eyes stood in front of the class. She tried to look angry but her eyes had a bright twinkling in it, which made her look friendly and warm. 'Go and take your seats, I want to continue' The two boys hurried to the empty places in the room and sat down. 'Welcome for the latecomers, I'm professor Forbes and I teach Potions. I've already told what we're going to do this year so I want you all to read page three to ten in your textbook. That's about the general instructions for potion brewing.' Professor Forbes smiled and flicked with her wand. The task appeared on the blackboard.

Matthew looked around and saw Albus sitting with Scorpius. That's going to be a nice hour for him, he thought. Rose was talking animatedly with a black-haired girl from Ravenclaw. Next to Matthew sat a Slytherin girl with red hair, a small face and blue eyes. 'Hi, I'm Amy Parker.' She said and she held out his hand. 'Matthew Jones, pleasure.' He smiled friendly and they shook hands.
Matthew opened his book, he was already late, he couldn't afford not paying attention anymore. Behind him he heard Albus discussing with Scorpius. 'Potter, why aren't you reading? Are you too good for it, is the fame rising to your head?' 'Shut up Malfoy, why should I be famous?' 'Ahw, didn't your daddy tell you? I think he's smart, you're too little to know it.' Matthew already knew that Albus didn't like comments about his height, so he was expecting a sneer back. 'And you're so afraid that you've already aged. I mean, how else could you get such white hair.' 'Potter, how dare you! I'll..' What Scorpius would do to his best friend Matthew would know, because Forbes had heard it. 'Malfoy and Potter, I'll see you after class.' She said and she looked around. 'And now silence everybody, I expect you to read, not to talk. You're good enough in that.'

Albus sat between Matthew and Rose in the Herbology classroom. Herbology was a bit odd, because all the students were sitting together on one long table. Because of that, it was the ultimate place to chat with Rose, Matthew and Rose's new friends, Kimberley and Paula, all at the same time. Professor Longbottom was explaining everything about dittany in an enthusiastic tone. It was brilliant to hear Longbottom talking about plants, he was a great narrator. 'Dittany is famous for its medical uses. If you eat fresh dittany, all your shallow wounds will heal immediately. Deeper wounds will also help you recover from fresh deep wounds, because after consumption they will look as if they're a few days old. Does somebody know which powerful heal potion is made of dittany?' Two hands raised in the air, belonging to Rose and Matthew. 'Yes mr. Jones.' Professor Longbottom smiled, those two students were brilliant. 'It's called the Essence of Dittany, sir, a brown liquid which will heal small wounds in a few seconds.' Matthew answered and he threw a small smile to Rose, they were always competing to be the best of the year. 'Correct, that answer is worth five points for Slytherin.' Professor Longbottom said and he continued to explain how you could prepare dittany. '

Al.' Kimberley was leaning towards him and whispered. 'Yes?' Albus replied whispering. 'Don't you feel stupid when you sit between Rose and Matthew?' She asked. Albus chuckled. 'Yeah, they are too smart.' 'I should be smart too, I'm a Ravenclaw and I'm beaten by a Slytherin.' She said sarcastically. Albus rolled his eyes and smiled. 'Poor Ravenclaw and you didn't even know how to enter your tower' He said grinning. Kim flushed, she had answered the question wrong yesterday and had to wait for others. And let the others just be Albus and Matthew, who were going to play chess in the Ravenclaw Tower. It was embarrassing.

Kim wanted to sneer something back, but professor Longbottom interrupted her. 'Potter and Finnigan, I'm the one that's talking, not you. Well, where was I? Oh, dittany is also used as a wand core in the past and it was strong in countercurses, cooking, healing and repairing. Earlier were dittany cores less powerful then other cores, like dragon heartstring and unicorn hair. Now, however, is it possible to use dittany soaked in potion for wands. The wands with a dittany core are famous for their desire to do good, but they're incredible difficult to make so it's now unusual if you've got a dittany core. That's it for today, I want from all of you an essay about all the uses of dittany next lesson, you've half an hour left to make a start.'

'Sir, err, Neville?' Albus asked when his classmates were working. 'Remind Albus, at school is my name Longbottom. Yes?' 'How was my father at school. He did things other children didn't, did he?' Neville sighed. 'Not now, Albus. If you want to know you'd better ask Harry or Ginny, not me.' Albus's smile faded. 'Yes sir.' He said and he continued on his essay, but he thought about the things he had heard about his father. Harry seemed to have played an important role in the second wizarding war during his period at Hogwarts and Albus wanted to know what. Neville was, and is, one of his best friends. Too bad he won't answer his questions.

'Professor Forbes?' Albus asked shyly. It had been weeks after the first unsuccessful lesson with Malfoy in Potions, and each lesson afterwards that stupid boy had said something about his dad and the war. Potion classes were horrible, because he had to listen to insults he simply didn't understand. He hated Malfoy. 'Yes Albus. What's your question?' Albus looked up to see Forbes smiling to him. 'Err, professor, what do you know about the war?' He said softly, now looking to his feet. 'That's not really my expertise, Albus. You should better ask professor Binns.' She answered in a friendly tone and Albus sighed. 'However, as I suppose you won't ask him because the answer will take hours, I'll tell you the main idea. Please sit down.' She pointed to two seats in the corner of the room, around a little fire. Albus did so and looked curious the teacher.

'There once was a dark but powerful wizard, named Voldemort. He had terrified our world during the first war until he was almost killed. However, about ten years later he came back. Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters, judged people by their blood status. They hated muggleborns, they called them mudbloods and thought they weren't worth being magical. In order to clean the world from their filth, they...' She stopped and stared to the fire.
'So those Death Eaters killed people like aunt Hermione.' Albus said with a crack in his voice. 'Yes, they did.' There was a long silence, before Forbes continued. 'Finally, there came a great battle at Hogwarts and Voldemort was finally destroyed after years of terror and fear.' She finished fast, apparently she didn't like talking about it. 'Thanks, professor.' Albus said, though his real question wasn't answered yet. 'But, why do people always associate my father with that war?' He continued. Forbes sighed. 'He has fought bravely, Albus. More I can't say.' She looked to him and smiled cautious. 'Some other questions?' She asked. 'No professor, thanks.' Albus returned her smile and took his bag. 'Bye professor Forbes.' 'Bye Albus.' Albus walked quickly back to his dorm to discuss everything he had heard with Matthew.

It was the 25th of November, the birthday of Matthew, and the two young Slytherins were playing Gobstones in their dorm. 'How does it feel, being twelve?' Albus asked chuckling. 'Not any different.' Matthew smiled and he took another Chocolate Frog. 'Although, I like the fact you get presents.' He studied the cart and exclaimed: 'Albus, I've got your uncle!' Albus's eyes widened. 'Really, which one and why? I've never seen any of my uncles on those cards' Matthew cleared his throat and read the cart. 'Ronald Weasley. For aiding Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in destroying the Horcruxes and subsequent defeat of Voldemort. Also for revolutionising the Ministry of Magic along with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.' He looked to Albus, who gasped. 'So Uncle Ron helped dad and Aunt Hermione with defeating Voldemort? What? How? Why didn't they tell me?' Matthew shrugged. 'I don't know mate, we never talk about it at home.' Albus was still in shock. 'It's impossible.' He whispered to himself, while staring at the smiling face of Uncle Ron on the Chocolate Card. 'And they didn't tell me.'

Matthew didn't know how to answer and in the silence he heard someone sobbing. 'Al, are you okay?' He asked, slightly worried. 'That isn't me.' Albus answered, still staring at the card and whispering to himself. 'And they didn't tell me.' Matthew looked around in the dorm and saw nobody else. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. 'Someone, are you okay?' He asked. 'Go away.' The someone said husky, but there was a sharp tone in the voice. Matthew opened the door and saw Scorpius standing before the sink, crying. 'What's wrong?' He asked. Scorpius sniffed. 'Nothing, just go away.' 'Scorpius, I may don't like you but I can't leave you here when you are crying. Tell me what's wrong, we may can help you.' Matthew walked towards Scorpius and looked him in the eye. 'Please tell me.' Scorpius stepped backwards with suddenly a furious look on his face. 'IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW I FEEL. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I THINK. I'M JUST AN ARROGANT STUPID KID, NOT WORTH LISTENING TO. YOU'VE TOLD ME SO OFTEN. WHY DO YOU CARE ASKING ME NOW, YOU HATE ME!' He screamed, tears streaming down on his face. 'Scorpius, calm down. I know we were unfriendly to you, and you were unfriendly to us, but we didn't mean to make you cry. Come, sit with us and eat some chocolate.' He put his arm around him and guided him to their dormitory. Scorpius sighed, still crying, and walked with him.

He sat down on his bed and stared to the floor. 'So, why do you think we hate you, Scorpius?' Matthew asked, trying to sound friendly. 'It's obvious you do, and everybody else also.' Scorpius answered with a husky voice. 'Why?' Albus asked. 'Why would everybody hate you?' Scorpius smiled sadly, wiping a tear away. 'My father was a Death Eater, he almost killed a headmaster of Hogwarts. My grandfather is even worse, he was one of Voldemort's best followers. He killed many people himself, did horrible things and could still go away with it. He wasn't even locked up in Azkaban, although everybody knew he was and is guilty. People think that I'm like them.' Scorpius said, another tear blinking in his left eye. 'Now you really hate me, don't you?' Albus sighed and looked to Scorpius. 'Scorpius, people don't hate you because of your surname, people don't like you because you're mean to them. If you're friendly towards them, they'll be friendly too.' Scorpius looked up. 'Really?' He asked unsure. 'Really.' Matthew said and he smiled. Scorpius smiled slightly, staring to his fingernails. 'So you don't hate me?' 'No, we don't hate you. I'm starting to like you now.' Albus answered and he grinned. 'Do you want a Chocolate Frog? We've enough.'
Scorpius smiled and took the frog.

'Who's on the card?' Matthew asked. Scorpius sighed and became paler. 'Albus Dumbledore, the one my father had to kill when he was sixteen.' He studied the blankets of the bed. 'Your father had the task to kill Dumbledore?' Albus squeaked, but he was immediately ashamed of his reaction. Scorpius nodded. 'I said my father did things wrong in the past, although he couldn't murder him. I'm glad he didn't.' Matthew smiled to him. 'Your father wasn't that bad, he just made the wrong choices. And you're going to make the good ones.' 'I hope you're right.' Scorpius said and he studied the card. He sighed'My father worked the whole school year on a way to let the Death Eaters in. He finally succeeded in repairing a Vanishing Cabinet with a link to another one. The Death Eaters entered Hogwarts and..' Scorpius stopped and looked around. 'I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you with it. It just slipped out, I s'pose.' He said and he bit his lip. 'Just continue, if you want to. It's no problem.' Albus said and he put an arm around him. 'Well, the Death Eaters entered Hogwarts and my father disarmed Dumbledore. They were together in the Astronomy Tower, with father's wand pointing to Dumbledore. Father cried and lowered his wand, but Snape stepped forwards and killed him instead.' A tear came down on Scorpius's face. Albus's eyes widened. 'Snape?' He whispered, looking bewildered. 'Severus Snape? I'M NAMED AFTER A MURDERER?'

A/N: chapter three already :) The story is building up and Scorp, Al and Matt are finally friends. Hope you like it and review!