Hi! I was chatting with some friends and we all agree that JK Rowling was foreshadowing a relationship between Rose and Scorpius (God… that name…) in the epilogue of Deathly Hallows. Now, if that idea repells you, I'm thinking my story won't be one of your favourites.

I haven't completely planned out this story yet, but since there isn't much you can really do relationship-wise with eleven-year-olds, expect this story to take about a six year leap sometime soon. In fact, it will most likely happen right after the Prologue.

Now, Rose I imagine being both very similar and very different to her mother. Scorpius, on the other hand, only takes after Draco physically. If there's anything I really think you should know, I'll place it in an Author's Note, okay?

And, the disclaimer: I solemnly swear I own nothing to do with Harry Potter.


"James! Slow down, James, I have this stupid trunk," called Rose, attempting to maneuver her possessions and catch up with her elusive cousin at the same time. James shrugged apologetically and disappeared into a compartment near the front of the train, likely joining his second-year friends. Sighing heavily, Rose gave up and turned to look for Albus, who had been beside her the last time she checked.

"Al?" she said. "Seriously, Al, if you ditch me too I will write to Aunt Ginny."

"I'm right here, Rosie!" he replied. "Just checking out some of the features."

"Such as the bathroom?" she said.

"Maybe," he replied defensively.

Shaking her head, Rose grabbed his arm and led him down the corridor. "You'll be sorry you had so much pumpkin juice if all the compartments are full," she informed him. She peered through the window of the nearest one and motioned toward it.

"How about this one?" she asked.

Albus looked in, but jumped back as if he had bitten. "No way! Dora Finnigan's in there!" he hissed.

"So what? She's nice!" said Rose.

"Rosie," said Albus in long-suffering tones. "Don't you remember my birthday party? She tried to kiss me."

"Al, that was your sixth birthday party," his cousin reminded him. "Have you honestly not moved past that?"

"Please?" he begged.

"Al," said Rosie exasperatedly, "We don't exactly have much choice."

"I know," he said, "But, come on - I'll look down this way and you can go that way. I'll tell you if I see anything."

A few compartments down, Rose said, "Space here, Al."

Albus drew near and asked, "Is there anyone in there?"

"Just Scorpius Malfoy." she said. "And I'd suggest you come in, because it's either here or on Victoire's lap."

Albus saw the sense in his cousin's words. "She's so gooey over Teddy these days," he grumbled.

"I think it's sweet," opined Rose.

"You would. You're a girl."

"Do you have to say that like it's a disease?" she said, opening the door to the compartment.

The blond boy, Scorpius, looked up.

"Oh, hi!" said Rose brightly. "You don't mind if we join you, do you? The train's rather full. All my cousins took off, too. Well, they'll regret it soon enough. I can't wait to learn more magic so I can get them all back properly. Do you know any magic yet? Come on in, Al."

"You know magic already?" asked Scorpius, sounding slightly awed.

"Yes. Well, no. Not really," she said, taking a seat beside the window. Albus slid beside her.

"I can illuminate my wand," she explained. "Mum taught me. She said technically I'm not supposed to do magic yet, so I'm supposed to keep it quiet."

"Nice job, Rosie," said Albus.

"Well, sorry!" she exclaimed. "It's just so exciting! I've been waiting ages to come to Hogwarts. Since Victoire came, at least. What about you, Scorpius?"

Scorpius was confused. He was positive he had never met the girl, Rosie, before. "How do you-"

"Right. Sorry. I heard my dad talking," she said. "I'm Rose Weasley, and this is my cousin, Albus Potter."

Albus winced and said, "Al. It's Al."

"Scorpius Malfoy," the boy said. He offered a shy smile to the cousins.

"Can't have many nicknames," remarked Rosie. "Still, interesting name. Scorpius is one of my favourite constellations. I can't wait 'til I'm old enough to take Astrology. Or is it Astronomy? I can't remember. Either way, don't you think it sounds amazing? There are so many classes I wish I could take. Hey, do you think they'll teach us how to fly soon?" She looked at Scorpius, hoping he knew.

"I, I don't know," he stammered, once he realised Rose was expecting an answer.

"Hmm. Well," she said, "I was just wondering. I'm not too anxious to break all my bones playing Quidditch."

Albus shuddered. "Me neither. But the way James goes on about it!"

"I know," agreed Rose. "I bet Hugo'll be the same way, don't you?"

"Don't worry, Rosie," said Albus. "They can be the brawny ones and we'll be the brains."

"If you say so, Al," smiled Rose, feeling too kind to inquire about his sudden academic ambitions. "What about you, Scorpius; do you have any siblings?"

Scorpius shook his head. "There's just me."

"Boy! You must be lonely," said Rose. "I wouldn't know what to do without all my relatives."

Scorpius merely shrugged.

"You don't talk much, do you?" asked Rose. She ignored Albus kicking her pointedly.

At her words, Scorpius' pale cheeks lightly flushed. Rose instantly regretted making him uncomfortable.

"No, it's not a big deal!" she said quickly, to try and make amends. "Teddy's kind of quiet too, and Victoire seems to like it. She's really, really pretty. Maybe someday a really pretty girl will like you, too!"

"Stop making it worse, Rosie!" hissed Albus, earning himself a glare.

"You know it's only a matter of time before I learn how to hex people, Al," she warned him, eyes narrowed.

"Hah!" he said. "We'll see!"

Scorpius, watching the exchange, was looking nothing short of alarmed. In an attempt to put him more at ease, Rose became pleasant once more and asked, "Which house do you want to be in, Scorpius?"

"Uh," said Scorpius, who had not previously put much thought into the subject, "Gryffindor, I think. Maybe Ravenclaw."

Rose nodded approvingly. "Same here. Al says he only wants Gryffindor, but I'm torn between that and Ravenclaw. Just think, in a few more hours we'll be Sorted! I was wondering whether or not the…"

The afternoon seemed to pass quickly, at least for Rose, who took supreme pleasure in chattering away to Scorpius. To his credit, he politely submitted to her relentless interrogation, which spanned every subject from how nervous he was about exams to whether or not he had any pets. Albus having dozed off hours ago, Scorpius was very much on his own.

"…so Mum said I can get a pet next year if I want, and obviously, my first choice was an owl, but now I'm starting to think maybe I'd like a little kitten instead. Aren't kittens just adorable?"

"They are cute," agreed Scorpius.

"I know!" said Rose. "But James has an owl already and he said they're really useful. I don't know if I'll be able to pick. Owl or kitten… oh, it's so hard to decide! On one hand, an owl could deliver my letters to Mum and Dad. But then it would be away a lot. A kitten would be able to keep me company. Somehow I don't get the feeling that James and Victoire will be that keen to hang out with Al and I, so company would be important."

"Rose?" said Scorpius timidly, not wanting to interrupt.

"Mmhm?"

"It's… getting kind of dark outside," he pointed out. "Maybe we should change?"

Rose, who had completely missed the gradual darkening of the skies, saw that he was correct. "Oh! You're right. Time really flies when you're having fun," she beamed. She prodded Albus none too gently before ducking under her seat to retrieve two sets of dark robes.

"Wha-a?" said Albus sleepily. He removed the robes his cousin had tossed into his face and yawned.

"We have to change, Al," said Rose as she buttoned up her own robes over the uniform she had already been wearing. "It's getting dark; we must be nearly there. D'you think I'd better go warn James, too? He always falls asleep on long trips."

"If you want, Rosie," said Albus mildly. Rose took this as confirmation that her services were desperately required. She bounded out of the compartment, assuring the two boys that she would be right back, singling out Scorpius to let him know that they could continue their fascinating discussion later.

The moment his cousin was out of sight, Albus turned to Scorpius and demanded, "Has she been talking all this time?"

Scorpius nodded solemnly.

Overcome with sympathy, Albus merely shook his head and said, "I am so sorry."

"No, it was fine," said Scorpius. He smiled hesitantly. "I like listening to her. She's nice."

Albus opened his mouth to do his duty as a cousin and protest, but was promptly distracted: the Hogwarts Express had screeched to an abrupt stop.

Rose's voice came from around the corner. "James, that liar, I kept telling Dad that he had a girlfriend but he just laughed. And what do you think I find when I walk into his compartment? Darling James surrounded by half-a-dozen girls!" She re-entered the compartment, looking both slightly indignant and sorely tempted to laugh. "So, Scorpius," she said, turning her attention to him with a smile, "Want to share a boat?"


Okay, feel free to tell me what you think! I promise to try to not let it hurt my feelings. Unless you insult my spelling or grammar. In that case, I really can't make any promises. :)