Author's note: Thanks for continuing to read past chapter 1! :) Please Remember that reviews make my day, and the more reviews I get, the faster I update. Please note, the Headmistress is not McGonagall who just happened to get married. She is my OC from one of my other stories, The Slytherin Headmistress, just so you're aware.

Chapter 2: The Train Ride

(Rose's pov)

I was sitting in a near-empty compartment, pointing something out to my cousin, Albus, in Hogwarts: A History when he came and ruined the train ride for me. Al and I were just sitting there, minding our own business, when all of a sudden, a boy with light blonde, almost white hair, and grey eyes stopped right in front of our seats and asked shyly, "May I sit here?"

I looked up at the boy and frowned. It was the exact same boy that my dad had warned me about earlier, and because I always take my parents' advice, I didn't really want him to sit with us. Before I had a chance to say anything though, Albus smiled at the boy, and said, "Sure." The boy beamed, and quickly slid in the seat next to Albus.

"Al, I don't think –" I began, but Albus ignored me.

"Is something wrong, Rosie?" He asked.

"No." I muttered, and Al dropped the subject, and turned to the boy sitting next to him.

"I'm Albus Potter, and this is my cousin, Rose Weasley." Albus said, reaching out to shake the boy's hand. "Are you a first year, too?"

The boy nodded, and shook Albus's hand. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy, and yes, I'm a first year. Are you related to Harry Potter?"

Albus smiled. "Yep, he's my dad. I always knew he was famous, but I didn't think he was this famous."

"That's so cool!" Scorpius exclaimed. "My dad was just a death eater, but I think he regretted it all after the war. What house do you guys want to be in?"

"Gryffindor." Albus said without hesitation. "Most of our family members are Gryffindors. I don't know if I'll be one, though. I'm kind of worried that I'll be a Slytherin. What about you?"

Scorpius hesitated. "Well, all my family has been in Slytherin for generations, but honestly, I'm not sure I want to be in Slytherin. I don't know where I belong, but I don't think it's there."

I frowned. "I thought all family member of death eaters were supposed to be evil, selfish, cowardly Slytherins. Why should you be any different?" I knew I was being rude, but I couldn't help it. My father had warned me about Scorpius, and therefore, I didn't trust him.

Scorpius looked uncomfortable. "I don't think that's necessarily true." He muttered. "I'm not like the rest of my family."

Albus stared at me in disbelief. "What's up with you, Rose? You're not usually like this."

"Nothing's up." I snapped at him. "I just like to listen to my father, that's all." With that I opened my copy of Hogwarts: A History, and furiously began to read, trying to tune the boys out.

(Scorpius's pov)

The boy I was sitting with, Albus Potter, was really nice. We talked about our families, and how mine was really small, and his was extremely big. We found out that, Teddy Lupin, Albus's father's godson, and I were related somehow – his mum and my dad were cousins. I'm not sure what that makes Teddy and me - which I found to be really weird. Albus's family was really close, while mine, well, not so much, because even though I loved my parents very much, I saw my extended family about twice a year, while Albus saw his at least once a month.

Albus's cousin Rose, on the other hand, wasn't too friendly with me, though I'm not sure why. I think it has something to do with me being a Malfoy, but I couldn't figure out how to explain to her that I didn't think the same way the rest of my family did. After getting in a small argument with Albus about something that had to do with listening to her father, she buried her head in her book and ignored us for the rest of the train ride.

As soon as we got off the train, a huge man called us over to a line of boats. All the first years got in them, and we headed towards Hogwarts. As we came closer to the castle, I saw that it was bigger than I could have ever imagined. It was so big, that I wondered how one could not get lost inside of it.

Once inside the castle, we were greeted by a man with dark curly hair and blue eyes, who I assumed to be the Deputy Headmaster. The man explained that he was Professor Clearton, Hogwarts's Deputy Headmaster, Head of Gryffindor house, and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. He also said he was the husband of the new Headmistress, and in order to not be confused, he was to be referred to as Professor Clearton, while his wife wished to be called Headmistress Clearton. I was a little surprised to find that the Headmistress and Deputy Headmaster were married, but then again, a lot of things about Hogwarts were surprising to me.

Professor Clearton led us into the Great Hall, which was filled with too many students to count. Anxiously, I waited for my turn to be sorted, and when it was finally time to sit on the stool, my anxiety still hadn't gotten any better.

Well, well, well, the sorting hat chuckled. What have we got here? Another Malfoy, I see.

You can talk? I asked silently. And how do you know my name?

The sorting hat chuckled. You'd be surprised on how much I know. For starters, I know that your entire family has been in Slytherin…

But I'm not like them… I interrupted.

Yes, yes, I can see that. The sorting hat replied. Sure, you're as ambitious as a Slytherin, but you also have the intelligence of a Ravenclaw, are as loyal to you friends and family as a Hufflepuff, and are as brave as a Gryffindor. I'm not sure how your family's going to react, but what does that matter? I'm going to say…

"GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouted. The Great Hall was silent, but I knew what they were thinking. A Malfoy in Gryffindor? Impossible! But it was possible. I was in Gryffindor, and I was actually happy about it. The Gryffindors suddenly applauded as I walked toward their table, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw followed their lead. Slytherin however, had sour looks upon their faces as I sat down at my new place at the Gryffindor table. All I could do now was sit and wait for my first real friend to be sorted.

(Albus's pov)

When my newly-made friend, Scorpius Malfoy, was sorting into Gryffindor, everyone was shocked. I suppose it was the fact that Malfoys had been in Slytherin for practically as long as Hogwarts has been open that made it so surprising. Even though Scorpius was a Gryffindor, it didn't ease my anxiety. In fact, I think it made everything worse.

Finally, Professor Clearton, the Deputy Headmaster, called my name. I anxiously sat on the stool and waited for the hat to be placed on my head and decide my fate.

So, the sorting hat said as it was placed on my head, another, Potter. You are so much like your father, I can see that already. And just like he would have, I'm sure you'll do fine in Slytherin…

My eyes grew wide. This was exactly what I had feared. No! I begged. Please, not Slytherin!

The sorting hat laughed. Forget what I said earlier. You are exactly like your father. He said the same thing when I attempted to place him in Slytherin, and placing him in Gryffindor was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Therefore, I'll put you in…

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed, and I happily got up to head towards the Gryffindor table to join my brother, three of my older cousins, and Scorpius. As I made my way there, I smiled at Rose, and she smiled encouragingly back. Whatever she was mad about before, she seemed to be over it now.

"Hi." Said Scorpius cheerfully. "Isn't it great that we're in the same house?"

I nodded enthusiastically. Before I got a chance to reply, someone slapped me playfully on the back. I spun around to find my older brother, James, and my cousin, Fred, grinning at me. "Congratulations, Al." James said. "And you do know that I was joking in the car, right? I didn't really think you'd be a Slytherin."

"I know." I lied. I didn't want James to know that I had at first thought he was serious, and how much it had upset me. James was my older brother, and although he got on my nerves with all his teasing a lot, I wanted him, along with my parents, to be proud of me.

James smiled. "Good. Well, I'll see you later, Al."

"See you." I replied, and turned back to my fellow Gryffindor first years while James and Fred went back to sit with their friends.

"Albus, this is Luke Phillips, a muggleborn." Scorpius introduced to me.

"Hi, Luke, I'm Albus Potter." I said with a smile.

Luke smiled back. "Nice to meet you." he replied.

Just then, Professor Clearton called, "Weasley, Rose," and Scorpius, Luke and I began silent.

(Rose's pov)

Albus was sorted into Gryffindor, and I was extremely happy for him. Unfortunately, Malfoy – I refuse to call him by his first name – was sorted into Gryffindor, too. When it was my turn to be sorted, to say that I was nervous was an understatement.

How many Weasleys are there? was the first thing the sorting hat said when it was placed on my head.

Eight others besides me, plus three Potters. I answered without hesitation.

You have your mother's bravery, intelligence, and stubbornness, so this decision is not difficult. You most definitely belong in…

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I beamed. Sure, I would Malfoy in my house, but at least I had Albus. That is, if he didn't turn on me to be on the Gryffindor-who-should-have-been-a-Slytherin's side. But I will not let that happen. There's no way I will.

Author's note: Unfortunately, I have driver's ed. (not behind the wheel, yet, though) Mon. through Thurs. starting next Tues. for the next three weeks, so updates will probably be a little slow, but be patient with me, and please continue to R and R. Thanks!