Disclaimer: I'm a thirteen year old girl from NY, not J.K. Rowling. Put two and two together. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

Rose POV:

Rose grinned as she ran through the barrier and saw the old steam engine labeled The Hogwarts Express.

She remembered her first time here like it had just happened. In fact, she remembered the entire day. How could she forget? It was the she had met the best friend ever, Allyson Dixie. It was also the day Albus had changed.

Rose dragged her cousin Albus through the narrow corridors of The Hogwarts Express, looking for compartment. She finally found one that was empty, save a tall, pale boy with white blond hair and a slightly pointy nose, but was handsome nonetheless. Scorpius Malfoy. Her father told her to beat him in every test, and she planned to do just that. But the redhead didn't see any harm in becoming friends with him.

"Hi!" she had smiled at him brightly, "It's Scorpius, right? Can we sit here?"

The Malfoy boy had glared at her, then said snidely, "You can't. He can."

Rose had been stunned and hurt, and turned around to leave. At that moment, she had figured maybe he'd just been having a bad day or something. He didn't necessarily hate her, did he? But the years following had proved otherwise.

As she flounced out into the hall, Rose had run into a girl who was obviously in her First Year, too. She was very pretty, with straight, silky, shoulder-length auburn hair and kind blue eyes.

"Oh, sorry," she murmured, looking up.

They gasped and at the exact same time they had both exclaimed, "We have the same color hair and eyes! We could be sisters!"

They stared at each for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

Finally, Rose had recovered herself enough to stick out a hand and say, "I'm Rose Weasley.'

The girl had taken her hand and shaken firmly, before saying, "I'm Allyson Dixie, but all my friends call me Ally. That is, if we are friends."

"Of course we're friends, Ally!"

The girls had chatted with each other, until Rose eventually found the compartment the rest of her family was occupying.

"Oooh," James Sirius Potter, Albus's older brother and resident ladies' man, had said, wiggling his eyebrows at Ally, "Who's this?"

"Stay away from her, James," Rose warned, "She's my friend."

Later, at the boats to Hogwarts, Ally had leaned over, pointing at someone, and whispered to Rose, "Who's that?"

She was pointing at Albus.

"Oh, that's my cousin, Albus Potter," Rose answered, knitting an eye in confusion.

"Well, he's handsome," Ally had giggled.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Ew, Ally. I don't need to hear that about my cousin."

She noticed that Albus was watching them darkly, scowling.

You could imagine Rose had been extremely surprised when the Sorting Hat had bellowed SLYTHERIN two minutes after touching Albus Potter's head. But both she and Allyson had been Sorted into Gryffindor, so she was happy.

During the feast, Rose had taken Ally to meet Albus. When they had reached the Slytherin table, she saw who he was sitting next to. Scorpius Malfoy.

"Hey, Al!" she grinned at her favorite cousin, "This is my new friend, Allyson Dixie! Ally, this is my cousin Albus."

"Hi," Ally giggled nervously, tucking a lock of silky hair behind her ear, "Hey, if we wanted, we could have the same nickname! Al could be short for Allyson or Albus!"

"As if I'd want to have anything in common with you," Albus scoffed.

Ally stepped back as if stung. Rose shot him an angry look, before turning to Scorpius.

"Hello," she said, trying to be polite, "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Rose Weasley. Are you happy with where you were Sorted? I am. I really-"

"I don't care," Scorpius cut her off, his voice bored.

Ally's blue eyes narrowed, then she grabbed Rose's arm and dragged her off.

"C'mon, Rose," she said, loud enough that Albus and Scorpius could hear, "I don't think we're wanted there."

From then on, Rose Weasley and Allyson Dixie had been the best of friends. They were inseparable. Ally's shy, kind personality went perfectly with Rose's loud, outgoing one.

"Rose! Rose!" a shout brought her out of her reminiscing.

Rose turned around and grinned, "Ally!"

Over the years, both girls had become visibly more attractive. Ally had let her shiny hair grow to mid-back, while Rose had cut her bouncy ringlets to just below her shoulders.

Allyson ran up and hugged her best friend.

"It's great to see you!" she exclaimed.

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Allyson POV:

"Well, well," came a sneering voice from behind them, "Looks like someone's happy to see my cousin. Something you're hiding from us, Lady Allyson?"

Only one person called her Lady Allyson, just to annoy her.

She sighed and turned around, "What do you want, Potter?"

Albus Potter grinned slyly, "Well, Lady Allyson, I just came to greet my favorite girl in the entire school."

For some reason, Ally's heart thudded painfully loud at that statement, and she felt disappointed when he reached out to hug his cousin.

But why would she be disappointed because Albus Potter didn't hug her? He hated her! And, well, she didn't hate him, but she certainly didn't like him.

"I'm going barmy," Ally muttered, when Rose dragged her off to find a compartment.