The Silver Trio

Rose Weasley and Albus Potter are just as famous as their parents – for doing absolutely nothing. Scorpius Malfoy is just as famous – but for all the wrong reasons. So when the three are finally eleven and beginning Hogwarts, they're bound to be enemies, right?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I wish I did, because then there would be a book on the Next Generation too. Sadly, JK didn't agree with me

AN: I would love to reply to all the reviews I've received in the past 2/3 years since I've updated but I have a feeling it would be a chapter within itself! So firstly I'd like to start off by saying thank you to everyone who's taken the time to review anything I've ever written.

I'd like to apologise for not updated in so long, it's a bit ridiculous how long actually. It's easier to start at the beginning: 2/3 years ago I was diagnosed with something which changed my life, and I kept meaning to return, but with everything going on in my life it was really hard and I just wanted to focus on myself for a while. And even though my life will be very very busy over the next year (applying to universities is so hard!), I will gradually be starting to update all my fanfictions again because I do miss writing and I still have so many ideas and plots written out. Hopefully you can all support this decision and be patient with me!

If you were a reader of this fanfiction before I disappeared, I'd still recommend going back and reading, because I've added quite a lot here and there. It's funny how critical I am now of my writing 2/3 years ago.

This is the first new chapter, so please read and review!

Further disclaimer: I do not own the song Rocking Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee or the more traditional Christmas carol – Silent Night.

Italics is singing.

Chapter Six: Christmas with the Weasleys (Part One)

(Scorpius POV)

"Scor!"

I beamed at one of my best friends as she answered the front door of the Burrow, throwing her arms around me, her brown eyes sparkling. She was wearing a pale blue onesie, with white snowflakes across it, her long, red hair tied up in a ponytail, which swished side to side as she moved.

She pulled away and stepped aside, letting her father and I enter the Burrow after stepping up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. I couldn't help but smile as the warmth of the room washed over me, and I pulled the jumper Ron had given me over my head and handed it back to him. I'd spent the past two days in St Mungo's as the assessed me for mental and physical damage, and he'd dropped by a lot, just to check I was okay, explaining that Rose and Albus had wanted to come, but the Healers had put a no-underage visitors sign on his door. But I'd been discharged, and there were only a few minutes before it was officially Christmas. And yes, I was excited for what I hoped would be the first of many Christmases with the Weasley family.

Rose skipped over to the living room, pulling me along by my hand, and chattering excitedly to her father. "Decorating the tree when there are twenty nine of you fighting to put the ornaments on was a struggle. To no surprise, everyone's favourite had been the tiny little snitch, though there was chaos when Lily let go of it and we all had to run around after it before Ruby got her hands on it and tried to eat it."

"Scorpius!"
"Malfoy!"
"You're back!"

"Not looking too bad after time in St Mungo's!"
"You look better already!"

The rest of the Weasley family sat in the living room, beams on all of their faces as Rose tugged me into the room. Their grandma, Molly Weasley, was sat on the floor directly in front of the Christmas tree and all the presents, her knitting needles and fresh ball of wool on her lap. Sat beside her was little Ruby, her red curls ruffled as she leaned on her Grandma's side, her tiny body, clad in a tiny white fluffy dressing gown over her pink pyjamas, curled up. Lily Luna, Al's little sister, in a pale yellow nightgown, sat on the other side of their grandma, her ginger hair falling to her shoulders, chatting to Hugo next to her, who wore bright orange Chudley Cannons pyjamas.

Sat on one sofa were the older Weasley cousins: Victoire looked hopelessly elegant in a light pink babydoll nightgown, sat on the lap of her fiancée Teddy, who was wearing a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a thin white t-shirt, whilst Molly and Lucy next to them, wearing navy dressing gowns. Dominique sat at their feet in a ice-blue silk nightgown, her long hair tied up in some fancy updo.

Around the longer sofa, the younger cousins, the cousins I was more familiar with, seemed to form some sort of circle: James, Fred and Louis sat on the sofa, the three of them wearing different coloured tracksuit bottoms and knitted jumpers; there was a space in between them, that I knew was reserved for Rose, who they were all particularly fond of, despite being a year above her at school. According to Albus it had always been that way, and she was the cousin that everyone tended to confide in and come to for advice, and I didn't blame them. I was just fortunate to have Rose constantly by my side, so I didn't have to come to her.

In front of them sat Albus, my other best friend, wearing similar attire to his older brother, and Roxy, wearing an oversized Puddlemere United top (Albus had said she was the only family member to support them), waved and beckoned me over. The other adults: their Grandpa Arthur and the remaining Weasley uncles and aunts, alongside my great-aunt Andromeda, Teddy's legal guardian, sat and stood around the kitchen table all dressed in a variety of different-patterned dressing gowns over their pyjamas.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of me: the entire Weasley family gathered in the comfy living room and kitchen of the Burrow, the large Christmas tree which was completely covered with ornaments, the huge pile of presents that lay under the tree, the lightly-scented candles and lined around the room the only source of light. It looked like a Muggle postcard, of the perfect depiction of Christmas. This was what a true Christmas was, and this was the first time I was experiencing one: being surrounded by friends and family, a room full of people who cared about you, I didn't know all of the Weasley relatives well, but I already knew I was more accepted in their family than in my own.

"Come sit in my seat, Scor," Rose said, walking me over to the longer sofa, where the younger cousins nodded at my arrival. I lowered myself slowly onto the brown sofa, and Rose sat down on the floor, smiling up at me, her dimples prominent in her cheeks. As soon as I'd sat down, everyone broke out into their own individual conversations once again, Ron crossed the room and stood behind Hermione, sat around the kitchen table, planting a chaste kiss on her lips before joining in with the conversation they were having over there. Fred put an arm around the back of the sofa, and looked up at the top of my head, which had been bandaged under my hair. "How are you, Malfoy? Not in anymore pain, are you?"

I shook my head, trying not to wince at the mild pain that shot through my body at even the slightest of movements. "Doctors at St Mungo's gave me medication to deal with the pain, I have to take them for a week or two, after every meal. But I'll be fine sure enough, I hope I can take this bloody bandage off before we go back to school." Fred nodded understandingly, and patted me lightly on the back, gesturing to our surroundings. "Anyway, so what do you think of the décor? Don't think we did too badly this year."

"It's brilliant. Does it always look like this?"

"More or less," Louis drawled from the other side of Fred, running his hands through his silvery-blonde hair. "We always gather like this on Christmas Eve, counting down to midnight, then we open the presents under the tree – the presents from the uncles and aunts. We don't open the presents from the rest of our cousins until tomorrow morning." Albus laughed, nodding over at Lily, Hugo and Ruby by the tree. "That used to be us. We didn't hug anyone, or wish anyone else 'Merry Christmas', we'd just sit by the tree and pounce."

"Mum stopped that about five years ago though," James said, chuckling over at the sight of his mother, who was looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until midnight. "Aunt Hermione grabs a present at random now, and hands them out one by one. Slower that way, but stops less fights breaking out." He smirked as he lightly pulled on Rose's ponytail, and leaned across Fred and I to nudge Louis with his foot. "Who could forget the year Louis accidentally grabbed one of Rose's presents and she bit him for ruining the surprise?"

"James!" Rose groaned, burying her head in her hands as the rest of us burst out into laughter. She pulled away slightly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and she feebly kicked Albus' older brother. "I thought we'd all chosen to forget about that! It was one year, and I was three! What did you expect me to do? I was furious – I'd waited so long for my own copy of The Tales of Beetle the Bard and he'd only gone and damaged the corners while he was unwrapping it!"

"It's just so typical, isn't it?"
"What is?"
"That Rosie got angry because someone took one of her books."

"You have no idea. She practically hexed me when I took her diary last week."
"Rose –"

"Nymphadora –"

"Weasley –"
"Keeps –"

"A –"

"Diary?!"

I couldn't help but laugh myself as Rose's cheeks burned an even brighter red, her neck turning a similar colour. "I hate you, Albus," she groaned, though I could tell she was struggling not to laugh. I turned to Albus in surprise and he just laughed; he hadn't told me Rose kept a diary, and I genuinely hadn't thought it of her. "You realise, Rose," Fred chuckled, smirking at his younger cousin's clear embarrassment. "That our sole purpose in life will now be to find that diary and read it cover to cover." He winked at me, and nudged my side jokingly. "Might even recruit our pal Malfoy here to find it for us."

Rose opened her mouth to yell, either at Fred, or Albus and I, for our clear amusement, but Aunt Ginny stood up and beat her to it. "THIRTY SECONDS UNTIL CHRISTMAS, KIDS," she declared loudly, her voice ringing through the room, causing many of her family members to flinch slightly. She turned to Rose's mum and smiled at her. "As usual, your Hermione will grab a present at random and hand it to whoever's name is on it. And now – fifteen!"

"FOURTEEN!"

"THIRTEEN!"

"TWELVE!"

"ELEVEN!"

"This is mental," I whispered, leaning forwards so Rose could hear me clearly. The countdown was deafening, as every Weasley yelled out numbers at the tops of their voices. Rose giggled in reply, clearly forgetting her frustration at me seconds earlier, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Happens every year. Wait 'til midnight, when everyone whips the mistletoe out."

"TEN!"

"NINE!"
"EIGHT!"

As Rose had said, the elder Weasley relatives had stood up to join their partners, a sprig of mistletoe in at least one of their hands. Teddy was jokingly holding a piece over Victoire's head, and Molly, Lucy and Dominique groaned, covering their eyes at what was to happen at in a matter of seconds. The Weasley relatives I was sat with were rolling their eyes, but continued to cheer anyway.

"SEVEN!"
"SIX!"
"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

"Come down here, Scor," Albus said, gently grabbing onto the bottom of the pyjama bottoms Ron had presented me with at St Mungo's and pulling me down so I was sat between Rose and him, next to Roxy. I raised my eyebrows at him, and Albus rolled his emerald eyes at me, his cheeks flushing slightly at what I'd thought he was suggesting. "Don't be a prat, Scor. I just want to be with my two best friends on Christmas day, all day. Is that too much to ask?" I shook my head and grinned at him. "Of course not, Al."

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Chaos broke out as the entire room cheered in joy, James, Fred and Louis stood up on the sofa and drew their wands, releasing confetti from the tips and high-fiving one another. Lily and Hugo were hugging little Ruby, and their Grandma Molly had put her knitting down and was wrapping her arms lovingly around her youngest grandchildren. Rose and Albus each wrapped their arms around me, and Rose leaned forwards to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Merry Christmas, Scor," she whispered, the corners of her pink lips curling up into a smile. Albus lightly bumped his head against mine and winked at me. "Merry Christmas, Scor." "Merry Christmas," I repeated, pressing my forehead against Rose's and pulling Albus nearer to my side. "Thank you both."

My two best friends smiled at me, and I looked around the rest of the room. Fred had jumped down from the sofa, and was currently hugging his twin sister closely, while Louis and James hugged, still stood above us. The adults were all kissing their partners under the mistletoe, and on the other sofa, Victoire and Teddy were currently in the process of a steamy-looking make out session. The next five minutes were spent, slowly making my way around the room, as did the other Weasley cousins, as we greeted everyone else in the room 'Merry Christmas.' After we'd greeted every other person in the room, Hermione made her way to the tree and began to call out.

"Fred Weasley, a present from Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill."

"Sing for us, Rose!"
"Yeah, Rosie, sing!"

"Any song!"
"No, the song you started with last year!"

"Yes, something about a Christmas tree!"

"And mistletoe!"

I raised my eyebrows at Albus in confusion, and my dark-haired friend chuckled lightly. "Rose is an amazing singer. Every Christmas, the family get her to sing for us for a bit, while Hugo plays the piano. It puts everyone in the best mood," he said softly, as the rest of the Weasley brood persisted in their encouragement for Rose to stand up and sing. I nudged Rose, who was still sat next to me, her pile of opened presents in front of her as she munched on a Chocolate Frog. "Come on, Rose. I want to hear you sing."

Rose flushed slightly, but as I reached over and squeezed her hand encouragingly, she sighed and rose to her feet, at the applause and cheers of us sat around her, and Hugo got up and crossed the room, sitting on the stool of a piano I hadn't even noticed was there. As if sensing Rose's discomfort, Ruby toddled over to her older cousin, sticking a chubby palm out for Rose to hold. Rose accepted gratefully, and clutched the hand of her youngest cousin, and looking down at the floor, nodding at her little brother as she opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Rocking around the Christmas Tree,
at the Christmas party hop.
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Every couple tries to stop."

I felt my mouth part in shock, goosebumps breaking out across my pale skin, as Rose's voice rang through the room. Her family beamed proudly, Ron and Hermione looking particularly proud of their two children, swaying along to the catchy beat of the song. "Aunt Hermione had them both take piano lessons when they were younger," Roxy murmured as a sort of explanation. "Rose had more, so she's better, but she feels a lot better with Hugo performing with her."

I just stood staring at my best friend in shock, completely overwhelmed by this new information I'd learned; clearly Rose was modest about her musical abilities, I'd never heard her sing before in my life, but now I'd heard her voice, I wanted her to sing every second of the day. As she continued to sing, I couldn't even begin to compare her to any singer: she could sing huskily, she could sing angelically, and she had an extremely wide vocal range. Rose got more into the song as she continued to sing, looking up and swaying along to the music herself, Ruby imitating her as she mouthed the words.

"Rocking around the Christmas Tree,
Let the Christmas Spirit ring.
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie,
and we'll do some carolling.

You will get a sentimental feeling… when you hear… voices singing
"Let's be jolly; Deck the halls with boughs of holly."

Rocking around the Christmas Tree,
Have a happy holiday.
Everyone's dancing merrily in a new, old fashioned way."

Many of the Weasleys were now on their feet, grabbing a partner and attempting some sort of swing-dance to Rose's singing. Fred and Louis danced together, whilst the Potter brothers shrugged and grabbed one another, mouthing the words themselves as they danced along. Lily and Dominique simply gripped one another's hands, swinging one another in circles around the room. I held out a hand to Roxy, and she giggled and jumped to her feet, pulling me closer and playfully dancing with me. Rose grinned at the sight of us, her golden-brown eyes sparkling with happiness as she picked Ruby up and began swinging her around the room in time to her singing.

"Rocking around the Christmas Tree,
Let the Christmas Spirit ring.
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie,
and we'll do some carolling.

You will get a sentimental feeling… when you hear… voices singing
"Let's be jolly; Deck the halls with boughs of holly"
Rocking around the Christmas Tree,
Have a happy holiday.
Everyone's dancing merrily in a new, old fashioned way!"

The room broke into thunderous applause as Rose finished singing, and I heard my own cheers, louder than all others in the room. I made my way over to Rose and threw my arms around her neck, pulling her close to me in a hug. "Bloody brilliant, that was! I didn't know you could sing!" "I didn't really want to tell people at school!" she attempted to yell over the cheers, leaning her head next to mine. "Don't want to get roped into an impromptu performance. My stage fright is awful." I chuckled, shaking my head at her modesty. "There's no reason for it to be, Rose. You're amazing."

"And now, children!" Grandma Molly boomed, silencing the room effortlessly. Her temper was supposedly ten times worse than any of the other Weasley women, and I'm sure her family members were terrified of her screaming at them. "I think it's time to go to bed!"

"Nana Molly!"

"Grandma, not yet!"
"Please – I want to hear Rosie sing again!"

"Nana!"

Grandma Molly's face softened as Ruby clung to Rose's leg, looking determined not to be moved, and she looked up at Rose, as if asking for some sort of solution. Rose bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, before nodding and looking down at her little cousin. "I'll sing one more song, but after that everyone has to go to bed." Hugo raised his fingers, ready to sing again, but Rose shook her head at him. "Hugo, you just sit down over there with Lily, I don't need the piano for this one."

Hugo did as she told him to do, and from across the room, Albus and I exchanged confused glances, wondering where Rose was going with this. "You heard your cousin Rose!" Grandma Molly said, clapping her hands together and gesturing at the rest of the cousins and me. "Everyone, sit. Make yourself comfortable." I guessed by the twinkle in her eye that Rose's Grandma knew what her granddaughter was up to, but I simply obliged, sitting down on the floor next to Albus, Fred, James, Louis and Roxy.

Rose smiled, sitting down on the floor herself, Ruby curled up beside her and began to sing a gentle tune, completely different to the one she'd just sang.

"Silent night, holy night,
All is calm and all is bright.
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace."

Now, I could see where Rose was going. Over by the tree, I could see Hugo and Lily leaning against one another, sat beside one another, both their eyes shut as they drifted off to sleep, and Ruby had fallen asleep too, her fingers curled around Rose's pinky. With a wave of her wand, Grandma Molly gently moved her two grandchildren over by the tree, so they were lying flat on their backs, and with another wave of her wand, she'd covered them with a fleece blanket. Alina Weasley, Ruby's Romanian mother, did the same; flicking her wand so a smaller fleece blanket covered her daughter.

"Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from Heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing halleluia.
Christ the savior is born
Christ our savior is born."

To my surprise, I could see some of the older cousins falling asleep too, clearly worn out. Albus, James and Louis had fallen asleep around me, and so had Molly, Lucy and Dominique. To my right, Roxy's eyes were slowly flickering shut, and her twin brother's eyes snapped shut seconds before hers did. I felt overwhelming exhaustion consume my body, and felt my own eyes beginning to shut.

"Silent night, holy night,
Son of God,
Love's pure light.
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus Lord at thy birth
Jesus Lord at thy birth."