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It was Scorpius. What does he want? Al nods in his direction and Scorpius comes in. He shuts the door and turns round, his face red, I see him trembling slightly.

"C-can I sit with you?" He asks quietly, staring at his feet.

"Sure." Al answered, Scorpius looked up at him in disbelief,

"Really?"

"Really. Do you mind Rose?" He asked, I shake my head and Scorpius sits next to Al gratefully.

"I'm Scorpius Malfoy." He said beaming at us.

"I'm Albus Potter, and this is my cousin Rose." Al replied. Scorpius' eyes grew as big as a football pitch.

"P-Potter?!" He stuttered utterly bewildered, he turned to me "You...red hair, freckles...You must be a Weasley!" I frown slightly.

"What's wrong with red hair? And how come you knew my last name?"

Scorpius ducks his head, becoming nervous once again,

"N-nothing wrong with red hair...but the Potters! And the Weasleys!" I glance between us "Your famous!"

"What?!" Al and I chorus, staring at him with similar wide eyes, I continue,

"We're not famous!" I put stubbornly, "How are we famous?"

Scorpius frowns at me

"It was your family who defeated Voldemort wasn't it?"

Al's frown deepens

"Who's Voldemort?"

Scorpius stares at us, taking turns like watching a tennis ball in a match.

"You don't know who he is? Why he was-"

The compartment door slides open. Two of my cousins walk in. The first is Roxanne, she's in her third year now, her dark hair newly streaked purple, tied into a ponytail, she's in her jeans and orange shirt which looks lovely with her mocha skin. She grins.

"Hey guys!" She says cheerfully

Al and I smile at her and chorus "Hi Roxy!" Then in comes James twirling his wand in his fingers and leans against then door. His grin matches Roxy's.

"Guess what we did?!" James said hurriedly, Roxy bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"I'm telling them!" She cries, James rolls his eyes,

"Get on with it then!"

Roxy clears her throat,

"We jinxed the trolley!"

"The sweet trolley?" Al asks,

"The very one!" Roxy says crashing next to me, brining me into a quick hug before reclining her long legs on the spare part of the sofa. We all giggle.

"What will happen?" Scorpius asks

"Just wait!" James pipes up "You'll see!"

James then sits next to boys and they are soon in deep conversation about football. Roxy rolls her eyes and crosses her legs and turns to me.

"Are you nervous?" She asks softly, no matter how cheeky she was, she really did care about me. I shrug.

"I guess..."

"Don't worry. Once the sorting is over, everything will calm down!"

I smile gratefully,

"Thanks Roxy."

She opens her mouth to ask something, but suddenly we hear a POP! and then a scream,

"INSECTS! INSECTS EVERYWHERE!" I see an older lady then dash past our compartment, the trolley lady. James jumps to his feet.

"Gotta go!" He dashes out in the opposite direction to where the lady is, quickly followed by a giggling Roxy.

We burst out laughing. Then I know that this year is going to be so much fun.

When the train stops, it's pitch black as far as I can see. When I look at the window, all I see is my reflection, tall, lean and big front teeth. I tug on my new robes and debt on wearing the hat, finally deciding against it, because I will have to put the sorting hat on. The boys are ready in the robes, exploring the many pockets and pretending to duel with their wands.

I fiddle with my own, nine inches, kneazle hair, hazel wood. I'm proud of it. Olivander chose this one for me straight away. Though I don't think Midnight likes it much. She's a kneazle and I think she was quite offended...

Scorpius shuffles in his robe, I can't help but smile, I'm taller than both of the boys, I like it that way.

Just then, Molly walks past. She's in her sixth year now, and her brown hair is currently scraped tightly in a neat bun. Clutching a thick green book against her chest, she glances into our compartment and does a double take before smiling and coming in.

"Rose! Albus! It's so good to see you!" She says bringing us into a hug "And who's your friend?"

Scorpius holds out his hand,

"Scorpius Malfoy."

Molly frowns, not accepting his hand,

"Malfoy? Huh."

Scorpius' hand falls limply to his side, his confidence visibly knocked, Molly turns to us.

"Come on. Follow me."

We three trail behind as she takes us out of the train. That's when I hear a loud voice.

"Firs' years! Firs' years come to me!"

Molly stops at a halt, making me stop, and Al and Scorpius bump into me. Molly turns to us swiftly.

"Go join the big man over there. He likes to be called Hagrid, by the way"

At that she disappears into the crowd. The boys and I walk towards the booming voice, trying not to get lost in the sea of bigger, taller, stronger kids.

When we finally see the origin of the noise, I am very surprised. In front of us, is a giant of a man. Long grey hair and beard, black beetle eyes that meet ours lovingly, hands the size of dustbin lids...he was Hogwarts staff.

"He works here?!" Whispered Scorpius, speaking my thought.

"Dad told me lots about!" Piped up Albus, "He's really cool!"

I trust Al, so we approach the giant man. He was already surrounded by other first years, who were staring up at him in awe. The man looks down to us and his eyes widen when he looks at Al. He parts the crowd and walks up to him. He smiles like a child at Christmas.

"It's you! Finally! So long, I have waited for you to come!" He wipes a tear from his eye, "You look jus' like your father y'know. Jus' like 'im...I 'aven't talked to 'im in a while now, we exchange the odd letters. I miss 'im"

Al smiles nervously, at that the giant must know how weird that sounds and he quickly recovers.

"Rubeus Hagrid, call me Hagrid, a great friend of ya father's"

Al nods

"Dad told me about you."

"He mentioned me?!"

"Yeah..."

Hagrid looked at him grinning ear to ear, then a loud clear of the throat cut through the comfortable silence. I turn to see a girl with long curly hair.

"Can we go now?" She said impatiently, raising her eyebrows. Hagrid turns red and mutters something and turns and starts walking. We all follow him to a large lake.

"In the boats!" Hagrid cries and he steps into a boat "Four of ya can fit into one!"

I turn to find myself separated from my cousin and Scorpius, a surge of panic runs through me, I calm myself quickly muttering to myself.

"It's okay. You'll find them at the school"

I end up in a boat with the girl with the curly hair, a tall, lanky boy with glasses and another boy with a very generous amount of freckles on his face. The boy with the freckles introduces himself as Jack and the boy with glasses is called Thomas. The curly hair girl, who was at the front of the boat turns.

"I'm Vicky." She says superiorly, I stare down at my feet,

"Rose."

She looks down,

"What are you staring at?" She asks curiously, I blush,

"Nothing in particular..." I drift off, but Vicky doesn't seem to notice, she turns round again and looks up at the night.

The boat surges forward and the boats takes an arrow formation as we sail across the lake. Then I see it. Hogwarts. It's beautiful.

The full moon shines through the gap in the turrets, thousands of little windows light up. The moon beams reflecting off the water. It's amazing.

When we get inside, we are taken up a wide staircase. I finally find Al and Scorpius, who walk in front of me. At the top, dresses in an emerald robe and sleek black hat, is a younger woman. Her auburn hair scraped into a bun (I couldn't help noticing it was in the same style as Molly's). She looked up at us.

"I am Professor Silsbury."

She had a very authoritative and powerful voice, though she looked no older than thirty, I could straight away that she was a very influential teacher. Her piercing green eyes scanned us.

"You shall shortly be entering the Great hall. This is where you shall be sorted into houses. Hufflepuff."

There was a murmur in the crowd, a few nods.

"Ravenclaw."

Vicky nodded.

"Gryffindor."

Albus stiffened. He so badly wants to get in...

"And Slytherin."

At that Scorpius stiffened, I hope not for the same reason.

Professor Silsbury scans us one more time.

"Which ever house you are in...honour it. You are destined to be in the house. So don't come complaining. Now, in your lessons, if you do something good. You earn your house points. Do something bad, points shall be deducted. At the end of the year the points are totalled and the house with the most points win the house cup. So work hard. We also have a Quidditch cup. This is less important. It's just a game where they send you up in the sky to try and make you fall off your brooms. It doesn't concern you anyway, first years cannot play."

At that she takes us in.

Everyone's head turn to watch us. I feel rather uncomfortable, I stare at my feet, not wanting to trip over anything. As far as I could tell, from my brief glances up, there where four tables, one four each house.

We come to a sudden halt. I finally look up, to find on a stone platform is a long table, facing the others, where all the teachers were sitting. In the middle in front of the table was simple wooden stool and a ragged, fraying old hat was placed on top of it. Professor Silsbury walked up the stairs and drew out a scroll of parchment. The hall went silent.

Suddenly the hat opens to small flaps and looked at us all. It could see?! Then a mouth appeared and it burst into song.

"Hello there little and scrawny one,

The house you are put in shall be done,

I shall decided where to put you,

It's done fairly through and through,

There's Hufflepuff for the kind,

Ravenclaw for the mind,

Gryffindor for the brave,

And Slytherin for those who don't behave,

So come on up, try your luck,

Please, don't be to schmuck,

I'll seen in your mind,

What I can find,

Sit down! We'll have a chat,

Because I am the sorting hat!"

These is a round of applause for the five tables. Professor Silsbury cleared her throat and the silence took over again.

"Artley Carly."

A girl with light brown hair walked up swiftly. She sat on the stool and the hat was placed on her head. After a few moments of silence...

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second to the right exploded with cheers and Carly went down to join them.

"Baker Gladys"

A small blonde girl dashed up. It only a second before...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The table second from the left cheered loudly, Gladys grinned and joined them quickly.

"Barnard Danielle"

A girl with superior smirk walked up, the hat instantly cried out...

"SLYTHERIN!" The house on the left cheered and she went down to join them.

Then

"Darwin Victoria."

Vicky stiffened and parted the crowd. Professor placed the hat on her head,

"RAVENCLAW!"

Soon it was

"Lovegood Lorcan"

A tall boy with dirty blonde hair and a cheeky face went up

"RAVENCLAW!"

Lorcan looked suprised, but happy at the same time, his brother Lysander was next and he was put in Ravenclaw as well.

"Malfoy Scorpius"

There was a low mutter from the crowd. Why? Scorpius climbs up to the stage, visibly shaking. The hat was placed on his head. It took about ten seconds before,

"GRFFINDOR!"

There was a few gasps of suprise, but the Grffindor table cheered.

"Potter Albus"

There was a few gasps and the mutters of older students

"Wait, Potter? The Potter?"

"She said Potter!"

"I can't see him! Where is he?"

"Think he has a scar as well?!"

Albus went up shaking, his eyes wide with fear, the hat was placed on him, it took about a minute before it said...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I felt a pang of jealousy, Al and Scorpius were in the same house. I had to get into Gryffindor!

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, none were as loud as my cousins though. Out of the whole Weasley family, there were four Gryffindors: Dominique; Fred; Roxy and James. Albus, who looked like he was going to burst with pride, practically ran to the Gryffindor table, and then he ran back again and put the hat back the stool.

After Turpin Helen was placed in Hufflepuff it was...

"Weasley Rose"

I got the same reaction as Al did. I shakily walk up to the stood and sit on it. Silsbury placed the hat on my head, and suddenly it started talking to me.

"Well, well, well...Another Weasley..."

I grip the rim of the chair,

"Where to put you? You're brave...kind...very smart...Miss Granger's daughter? Well, I knew you haven't got your brains from your father...Lord, help you if you did..."

He's stalling now.

"Where to put you, eh? Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? Slytherin, no, I know what your father has in store for me if I did...it better be...RAVENCLAW!"

AN: I hope you like it! I wrote the hat's song myself! Review please?