Chapter 1 : Strange Beginnings
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I gazed in wonder at the enormity of the station and the brilliant red engine of the Hogwarts express. Then I started to have a tingling feeling on the back of my neck, as if I could feel someone staring at me. There were so many people on the platform, it should have been impossible to notice any one person acting odd, but as I looked around, I caught the eye of a thin boy with platinum blonde hair. He grinned and quickly looked away.
“Dad?” I asked, tugging on his sleeve. “Why’s that boy staring at me?” I pointed in the direction of the blonde boy.
“Rosie, it’s not nice to point,” he scolded, but looked anyway. When he saw who I was talking about, he frowned and turned back to me. “Rose, that boy is Scorpius Malfoy. He’s not very nice, so I want you to avoid him, ok sweetheart?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Just then, the engine let out a long, shrill whistle, exciting the butterflies in my stomach.
“Looks like it’s time for you to get on the train, Rosie. Be a good girl!” I hugged him tightly, trying to ignore the butterflies.
I hugged Mum next. “I’ll owl you as soon as I can, Mum.”
“I know, sweetheart,” she said into my hair. “Don’t forget to study, but have fun too!”
I gave Hugo a quick squeeze, grabbed my trunk, and boarded the train. Finding an empty compartment, I lifted my trunk onto the shelf and slid onto the seat next to the window. Peering out the window, I could see my family. Merlin, Mum wasn’t crying, was she?? I smiled at her and waved, hoping to catch their attention. Sure enough, Hugo pointed at me and I could see that he was saying something. Mum waved back, and Dad blew me a kiss. Just then, the train lurched forward. I could see Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny waving too, then the rest of my big messy family. Huffing and puffing, the train picked up speed and soon they were out of sight.
At the door, someone cleared their throat. I spun around, startled, and found myself face to face with the blonde boy. “Hey,” he said, “you’re Rose, right?”
“Who wants to know? It’s certainly none of your business.” I scowled and flipped my red hair over my shoulder. “Besides, I’m not supposed to talk to you.”
“Really?” He looked delighted. “I’m not supposed to talk to you either! Want to be friends?”
What a weird kid. “Um… I guess so?” I wasn’t sure how to take him.
“Great!” He grinned and sat down in the seat across from me. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy. Want to see something?”
Before I could answer, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black object, which I quickly recognized as one of Uncle George’s decoy detonators. “What are you…” I started to ask.
Cutting me off, he whispered, “Watch this!” He silently slid open the compartment door and crept down the narrow passage while I tried to follow as quietly as I could manage. Finding one compartment door left slightly ajar, he ducked down, and guided the detonator into the crack. Through the opening, I watched it waddle under the row of seats until it settled down behind a familiar looking pair of trainers. Scorpius grinned devilishly. “Now look through the window. But don’t let them see you!”
I peeked in the window and was startled to see that the decoy detonator had settled under the seat of none other than my dear cousin James Potter. He and two of his mates and Albus were deep in conversation, probably about the perpetually useless Chudley Canons. “Malfoy, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I worried.
“Just watch! It’ll be hilarious!”
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a loud pop erupted from the compartment. Albus jumped up, and when he came back down, he slid off the seat and landed ungracefully on the floor, paler than usual and looking furiously around the compartment for the source of the noise.
I never got to see the others’ reactions. Scorpius grabbed my hand and dragged me back to our compartment. “Come on, Weasley!” he scolded. “You don’t want them to catch us, do you?” With that, he took off running and it was all I could do to keep up. The gentle rocking of the train made it difficult to keep my balance. We arrived back at our compartment to find it occupied by another first-year.
She startled as we slid open the door. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was using this one, I just saw it was empty and I thought it would be a nice place to sit and I –”
I was afraid she’s keep on going if we didn’t do something quick. “It’s alright,” I interrupted. “We just had to step out for a moment.” I paused to glare at Scorpius. “I’m Rose Weasley. What’s your name?”
She smiled. “Hi, Rose. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maya Jordan. Is it alright if I sit in here with you?”
I was surprised she thought she actually had to ask. “Of course!” I slid into the seat next to her. “I don’t bite. He on the other hand might.” I pointed to Scorpius and sighed.
“Hey!” He scowled. “You hardly even know me! I’m Scorpius, but Red over here just calls me Malfoy.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. Before I could say anything more, James slid open the door to our compartment. “Hello there,” he said with a grin. “Say, you wouldn’t know anything about this would you?” He held up the still-smoking detonator with one hand.
Scorpius feigned innocence. “Course not,” he scoffed, “why would I want anything to do with such distasteful pastimes?”
“Well played, mate,” James laughed, “but next time, don’t let Rosie peek. Our little Red here is kind of hard to miss.”
I rolled my eyes. It looked like Red was going to stick. “James, this is Maya, and Blondie here is Scorpius,” I pointed to each of them. “And this is my dear cousin James. Don’t mind him; he usually thinks he’s funnier than he really is.”
“Back at ya, Red,” replied James, smirking. “So Scorpius, tell me more about this decoy detonator of yours…” He flopped onto the bench next to Scorpius and launched into a deep conversation about Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes and general mischief.
I turned back to Maya, “My family is gigantic. Wherever I go, I’m related to half the people there.”
She smiled again. “It must be nice though, knowing someone always has your back. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, or even cousins my age. They’re loads older and totally boring.”
I thought about that for a while. She was right, in a way. No matter where I went, I would have someone to count on. Thankfully, before I got too lost in my thoughts, the train whistle blew again.
“Well, I better go change,” announced James, standing and stretching. “The whistle means we’re getting close to Hogwarts, so you might want to put your robes on,” he added. “See you at dinner!”
I reached up and fished around in my trunk for a while until I felt the smooth fabric of my school robes. I pulled them out and scurried down the hall to the lav to change. My butterflies were quickly reappearing.
When I returned to our compartment, Scorpius was already there. Sliding onto the bench opposite him, I was thankful that he wasn’t awful like Dad claimed. Maybe we really could be friends. I heard Maya come in to sit down beside me, and together we stared out the window in comfortable silence. Soon enough, the castle came into view. I’d been there a few times before with my parents, but there was something special about seeing it for the first time through the window of the Hogwarts Express.
Scorpius turned to me a grinned. “We’re gonna have a good time,” he decided.
Six years later:
“Mum, I really don’t need you to take me school shopping,” I sighed, “I’m nearly seventeen, I think I’ve got this.”
“But Rosie! It’s your last year at Hogwarts! Is it too much to ask for a teeny-tiny bit of mother-daughter bonding time before you go back to school?” my mother pleaded. “Besides, Dad already took Hugo.”
We’d been having this argument all week, and since I was leaving the next day, it was now or never. I just wanted the first of September to hurry up and get here, but my dear mother, Hermione Granger Weasley herself, couldn’t bear the thought that I was nearly through my Hogwarts education. Dad kept telling me to take it easy on her, that she just wanted to do something for me that her mother was never able to do for her. I guess that’s what finally convinced me.
“Alright, Mum, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Oh, Rosie, I knew you’d come around! I hope someday you see how special this is.”
Two hours, four new textbooks, and a new set of robes later, we had all but finished our shopping.
“For goodness sake Rose, how on earth did you grow again?” wondered my mother in amazement.
At every bit of 1.8 metres, I know I look like a giraffe. But hearing that from my mother did little to aid my already-dwindling self-confidence.
“Mum, you’re really not helping…”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, dear. I think you look marvelous the way you are. Don’t ever let someone tell you otherwise!”
“Aren’t mothers required to say that?”
“I mean it!” We stepped outside Madame Malkin’s, and she gazed up at the sign for the Leaky Cauldron with a far-off look, “Why don’t you go look around for a while, I think I’m going to go visit the Leaky Cauldron. I wonder who’s running it now…”
I shrugged. “I can find something to do, I’m sure.” Once in a while, Mum would get that look, and we all knew it was best to simply let her be for a while. Aunt Ginny says it’s because certain things remind her of everything that happened to her and Dad and Uncle Harry when they were in school. They don’t like to talk about it much, so most of what I know about the second Wizarding War is from school. It was strange because at first all my schoolmates expected Hugo and my cousins and I to brag about having famous relatives. But in reality, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
I wandered off, lost in thought about the strange ways my family tended to act. I found myself in front of the latest display at Quality Quidditch Supplies. Call me boastful or call me vain, but I am truly ace at quidditch. Now that James has graduated, I’m hoping to be named the new Gryffindor captain.
In the middle of a lovely daydream of saving the day to win the quidditch cup, I heard an unnatural commotion around the corner. I thought about investigating, maybe having a little adventure today. “No, Rose,” I corrected myself, “Give it a rest. Goodness knows you can’t seem to stay out of trouble at Hogwarts. At least be good one more day.”
I resigned myself to this boring fate and turn back to the display. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something black roaring at me like a freight train. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped for the best.
When I opened my eyes again, my head was pounding and all I could see was Scorpius Malfoy’s unnaturally blonde head hovering over mine. I quickly shut them again, hoping that when I opened them, the scene would change. He was my best friend, but I was not up for his antics today. Unfortunately, the universe was not on my side.
“Malfoy, what the hell is going on?” I demanded.
“Rose! Are you alright?”
“I feel like I got run over by a hippogriff, no thanks to you.”
“Are you calling me a hippogriff?”
I giggled at the mental image this conjured; he’d hit a growth spurt in our fifth year and finally surpassed me in height, but was still as lanky as ever. Not much like a hippogriff at all. He reached down; I suppose to apologize by helping me to my feet. When I was vertical once more, he asked again if I was alright, but still hadn’t let go of my hand.
“Dude, I’m just fine, but if you wouldn’t mind telling me why you’re holding my hand and why –”
“Great, let’s go!” Instead of dropping my hand like a normal bloke would, he held on and took off running again, dragging me along with him. Then again, nothing about him was normal.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm new to this so any advice you could give me would be much appreciated! This is the second version of this chapter; I wanted to explain how Rose and Scorpius meet. I'm thinking of doing a prequel of sorts about their first year. What do you all think? Also, the next chapter will be posted soon! It is already written, just needs validated.
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