Rose Weasley's Story

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King's Cross was as loud as ever. Albus was part the age of waiting for his parents, and instead, he ploughed through the crowd, constantly searching for his friends as he did so. Some over-eager first years had come in their uniforms, and were getting strange looks from the Muggles around the station. Albus rolled his eyes and headed straight for the platform. He was planning on going straight through the barrier, but the calls of his mother caused him to stop. "Al, I told you to wait for your sister!"

"Mom, James doesn't have to!"
"Yes, well, that's James, darling. Now, all together..."

They passed through the barrier, and Albus was gone again, heading straight for his usual compartment on the train. It was only once he was sure that he'd secured their compartment that he went back to his parents to say goodbye. There was the usual lecture, telling him to look out for his siblings, not to get into too much trouble (which Albus always thought was rich- Uncle Ron had told them the stories of what they'd all gotten up to when they were in school) and to write home plenty.

Once the whistle blew for the train, Albus climbed back on and headed straight for the compartment. He and his friends were instantly engaged in conversation, catching up on what they'd all done.

By the time they'd reached the school, Albus's stomach was growling with hunger. He stared intently at the Sorting, attempting to speed it up through sheer willpower alone. However, it didn't work. It took as long as ever, and Albus only grew hungrier. He knew it was due to his growth spurts, but it didn't change the fact that he was almost constantly hungry. He had to resist the temptation to groan as the Headmaster started to speak- but, thankfully, he kept it brief, and the food appeared in front of them.

He laughed a little at Rose's comment. "The food's only just appeared, Rose, give me time!" He replied as he piled his plate high. "Well, you know how my summer was, we saw each other like every other day," he joked. He leaned in as she made the comment about Quidditch. "Aw yeah. Slytherin's going down for sure this year."

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"Scorpius, I want you to be careful this year."

The youngest Malfoy almost laughed. Ever since he realized that being in Slytherin was dangerous, he had always been careful. With enemies on all sides, from his own house to the other three, it would have been hard not to.

"Something is coming, son, and I want you to be ready. There is a room on the seventh floor. Ask the house elves."

Ask the house elves? Interesting. Useful creatures. Most of them annoying and insane if treated poorly. Malfoy house elves were cultured and well-mannered. His father was quite intelligent for treating them better.

"I will be careful, Father. Goodbye, Father."

Scorpius turned on his heel and walked to the door of his father's study. "Scorpius, dark days are coming. I need you to be safe. Now, go. Say goodbye to your mother."

"Yes, Father. Goodbye, Father."

And with that, Scorpius left his father's study and walked the halls of Malfoy Manor. He gazed across the walls, admiring the paintings, and the portraits. Above a mantel piece was a portrait of Abraxas Malfoy, Scorpius' great-grandfather. He nodded, and the painting nodded back.

When his back was to the painting, Scorpius frowned. The Malfoy name used to be noble and respected, even though through the years they practiced dark magic. But due to his father's and grandfather's choices over the return of Tom Riddle, the Malfoy name was blackened with distrust and hate. Abraxas and he had talks about the reasons and the "what ifs." Political talk, and interesting history.

Sooner, rather than later, Scorpius had made his way to the sitting room, where his mother was reading the Daily Prophet. "Good morning Scorpius," she said as he made his presence known with a knock.

"Good morning Mother. I will be leaving for Hogwarts soon," Scorpius stated with a pleasant tone in his voice.

Astoria smiled at him, "Well, have fun at school. Learn lots."

He smiled back, "Of course Mother. Goodbye, Mother."

She waved him off and went back to reading the Prophet. Scorpius nodded to himself and left the sitting room. "Tink!" he said, summoning his personal house elf.

The elf appeared in silence, bowing, "Yes, Young Master Malfoy?"

"Could you take me to the platform?"

"Of course, Young Master." The elf took a hold of Scorpius' arm and they disappeared.



Scorpius did not think about the train ride to Hogwarts. Of course, sitting by yourself is always a sobering experience. Scorpius also did not see the point of thinking about the train ride, when it was like every other train ride he had: alone.

Scorpius walked through the doors to the Great Hall, looking towards the back to see if there were any new professors. There were none, so he raised his head in acknowledgement to the Headmaster, who gave a cheery wave back. He kept walking and took a seat at the Slytherin table, waiting for returning students and the first years. He noticed Rose Weasley look at him with a barely noticeable frown on her face. He shook his head, not able to think why she would have a frown.

Then Alexander Remus came by, sitting down at the table. Scorpius moved to the seat in front of Alexander. While they were not friends (you cannot have friends in Slytherin), they were, at least, on good terms. "Good evening, Alexander. I hoper your summer was pleasant?" Scorpius' voice was smooth and articulate, showing the significance of his upbringing. Before Alexander could reply, the first years started to get sorted. Then, there was the Headmasters speech. Scorpius might take a gander over to the Unicorn.

When the food appeared, Scorpius noticed that Alexander was eying it. "You are in your seventh year, Alexander," Scorpius began, not at all condescending, "and yet you still have that look on your face. Do not worry, house elves make the food."

Then Scorpius began eating, quite enjoying the food.