Well I'm not sure how good this is going to turn out, or how many chapter's it'll have, but we'll just see what happens. This is more a prologue kind of thing, setting the scene.

Written in Blood

Summary: Rose Weasley had never understood her cousin's friendship with Scorpius Malfoy. But could she possibly see beyond his surname, and distance the boy from his blood?

Chapter 1

Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter were the most unlikely friends Hogwarts School had ever seen. One was a Slytherin, one was a Gryffindor. One was the son of a Death Eater. One was the son of Voldemort's worst enemy and defeater.

And yet, if anyone had stopped to think about it, they would see that it did make sense, after all.

Scorpius was quiet, Albus was quiet. Scorpius was judged because of his father's actions. Albus was judged because of his father's actions.

One tried hard to prove he wasn't his father. The other tried hard to live up to his father's name.

But while their dads had been enemies, they trusted each other beyond all else.

"It'll all end in tears." Rose Weasley announced, every time someone mentioned her cousin and his friend to her. "Malfoy has bad blood. It's a simple as that."

She didn't like the boy. She knew all about his family, all about what his dad had done to hers, and to her mother and the rest of her family. She hated the way Al would rush off to meet Scorpius, instead of staying with her.

They were best friends, as well as cousins. Practically brother and sister. But while Rose had made lots of friends since starting school three months ago, Al had made only one.

Malfoy.

She'd tried to show Albus what nice people all her friends were. And they'd been nice to him. But while he would talk to them in the common room, or at the table during meals, or any lessons they didn't have with the Slytherins, Albus seemed content to have one close friend outside his family. Malfoy.

And did Malfoy make any effort with her, the way her friends made effort with Al? No. He'd stop talking abruptly when she approached him and her cousin. He was silent around her. Even if she spoke directly to him - she was a fair person, willing to give him a chance - he'd nod, shake his head, or shrug. She didn't even know what his voice sounded like. When the two of them sat with Al during classes, he'd talk in whispers to Al.

As if she was that interested in their conversation.

And from what she'd heard about Scorpius' spineless father, it was probably just some stupid plan to humiliate Al.

And when all her talks with Al hadn't worked, she'd gone to James. And had Al's big brother jumped in to protect him? No. James had shrugged and said Al was old enough to choose his own friends, and that the "Malfoy kid" hadn't done anything.

She'd even written home, to both her own parents and to Al's. But no one had even mentioned it. She was annoyed about this; until it occurred to her that they were probably just waiting until the holidays, when they could have a face-to-face conversation with Albus.

And then everything would be how it should be.

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Five years brought several changes to Hogwarts School. Many students reached their final year and left; one teacher retired; new faces came.

But some things remained the same. Snow still came in winter, burning sun came in summer. Students were piled with homework, were taught the same lessons, and took exams. Gryffindor continued to win the Quidditch cup.

Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy were still best friends.

Albus Potter, however, no longer tried to prove himself worthy of his father. It had been James who'd told him that he wasn't Harry Potter, and people who expected him to be so would just have to be disappointed. All Al could be, he'd told him, was himself, and it didn't matter if people wanted more from him.

So Al stopped worrying that he wasn't a good Quidditch player, and instead was happy to watch his brother, sister and Hugo play on the Gryffindor team. Al stopped worrying that he didn't have James' easy humour, or Lily's confidence.

Scorpius, however, didn't have it so easy. While most of his year group - barring, of course, Rose Weasley - had accepted that he wasn't as like they'd been told his father was, and barely paid attention to him anymore, the younger year groups had little contact with him and so didn't accept him. Some even feared him. And while Al had more confidence by now, Scorpius reached his fifth year with the same shy, awkwardness that he'd possessed in his first year.

Rose Weasley was the only fifth year who wouldn't accept that Scorpius and Albus were friends, and would remain so. She'd been bitterly disappointed when, returning home for Christmas, her first year, no one else seemed concerned about the friendship. Surprised, yes. Ginny had, after talking with her son, told Rose that as long as Al was happy, so was she. Ron had been slightly more on her side, saying he'd never trust a Malfoy, but he'd also said that if Al wanted to be friends with Scorpius, that was up to him. Hermione had reminded her that you couldn't judge a person on their background or family, telling Rose gently not to interfere.

Harry, who she had expected - after everything Draco had done to him - to put a stop to them, had reminded her about Sirius, the black sheep of his family - and, incidentally, a relation of Malfoy himself - who had, despite his family's values, been a great man and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Which was all very well, but it wasn't the same.

She'd had to be content, however, with just showing her disproval at every opportunity, and biding her time. Because, eventually, she was sure Scorpius would reveal his true colours, and then she'd be the one to pick up the pieces. And say I told you so.