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Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling.

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains," my dad said in an undertone, while attempting to subtly look at Malfoy's son.

I watched as my mother started to reprimand my father on his comment.

"Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood," my dad said, slightly serious. Okay, maybe he was totally serious. My mother laughed and rolled her eyes. I made a face. Married?

I zoned out as James started talking about Victoire and Teddy snogging (Didn't he know about that already? Honestly, they've been at it for months.), and turned my gaze upon the Scorpius boy that my parents were talking about.

Squinting through the smoky haze, I was startled to see Scorpius staring straight back at me. He looked me and my Hogwarts robes up and down, all the way from my shoes to the top of my hair. As his grey eyes made the journey back to my face, his pointed nose was already raised in an air of smugness. He smirked at me.

I blushed in anger, feeling my ears go hot. Who did he think he was, looking at me like that? Why, he was absolutely rude, he didn't even have a reason f—

"Rosie, have a good trip and say hello to the headmistress and Neville for me," my mother kissed me on the head.

"Don't get attacked my any trolls, don't be a know-it-all, don't talk about Hogwarts, A History in front of your classmates, and it's okay to be a little scared during the sorting, really, it's not a big deal, in fact it might help you fit in a bit, because your mother—"

"Ron. Stop it. It'll be fine. Rosie, write to us, alright? And don't let James give you any trouble. If he does I'll just talk to his mother about that, she'll give him some sense,"

"Alright mum, see you at Christmas," I grinned, hugging her. I boarded the Hogwarts Express, and waved to Aunt Ginny while waiting for Albus to get into the carriage with me. When he did, he immediately noticed all the children staring our way and asked why, absolutely bewildered. I sighed, it was obviously because of—

"Don't let it worry you. It's me. I'm extremely famous." My dad said.

For the first time that day I laughed, and I suddenly felt a jolt as the train started to move. I watched my parents and waved, as Uncle Harry walked alongside the train, until, suddenly, the train turned and they disappeared. I swiveled around, surveying Albus.

"Come on, let's go find a compartment," I beckoned him over, and we walked through the train's narrow hallway. Albus's look of excitement had started to fade, and was replaced by nervousness again. As we walked, everyone stared at us—or rather, Albus—from their own compartments. I rolled my eyes.

"You're going to have to get used to this, you know," I mumbled, as I led the way.

"Get used to what?" he asked back.

"The staring, of course! Look at all these people, acting like they've never seen a Potter before. James has been here long enough, hasn't he? It's absolutely bizarre, you're just like the rest of them,"

Albus looked nonchalant. "James told me it would go away after a while. He said it was like this for him, too,"

"Well I really do hope so, this would make me be horrible at concentrating on anything. I'd get such bad marks—oh, is this good Albus?" I pointed to the empty compartment we finally found at the very end of the train. As I reached out to open the sliding door, a pale hand suddenly clasped the door's edge as well.

I looked up and saw the familiar pointed face.

"Oh, er, would you like to sh—"

"Oh, it's you,"

I looked at the blonde, a bit taken aback. I was starting to like this boy less and less. "Excuse me? Would you like to kindly accept my generous offer to let you share this compartment with me, or am I going to have to ask you to sod off?" I said fiercely, my Weasley-Granger hair puffing up considerably.

He smoothed his blonde hair out of his face before speaking, trying to regain composure. I suspected he wasn't expecting my outburst. "Why thanks, but no, sodding off doesn't sound that good to me," he said back, rather calmly.

"Alright, I'm going to assume you're agreeing to the former then," I slid the compartment door open roughly, stepping inside with a slightly dumbfounded Albus trailing behind me. I suddenly noticed the olive-skinned girl standing behind the Malfoy boy. She had wavy dark hair and high cheekbones that matched well with her aristocratically narrow, disdainful eyes.

We sat down, me on one side with Albus, and the tall girl and Malfoy opposite us.

"Are you really Albus Potter?" the girl said, looking at us with blue eyes, searching for deception.

"Um. Yes. I—I am." Albus stuttered. I stared at him. Could he please try to be a little more composed? Really.

"See, Scorpius? I told you Harry Potter's other son would be going to Hogwarts with us this year," she said, smirking in his direction. Malfoy just stared at her with a bored look on his face.

"Sorry, but who are you?" I asked the girl, absolutely confused. She gazed back at me with a look that said it all. That I was, already, like, supposed to know or something. I stared back.

"My name's Elise Zabini. This is my first year here. And you?" she extended a graceful hand. I stared at her long fingers. Was it even allowed to be so composed at only eleven? I shook it with my own freckled hand. "Why are you wearing your Hogwarts robes already, anyways?" she looked at my clothes.

"Just to, er, be prepared, I guess. I'm Rose. Rose W—"

"Really, Elise, you don't know? This is the daughter of the famed Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. I don't know how you get around not knowing these things. I thought your father had connections with all the old wizarding families?" he leaned back with a knowing gleam in his eye. I blushed. I didn't think he'd know my parents' names.

Albus looked confused. Elise opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"But—But my mum's a muggleborn. My dad's full, though," I finished, quite lamely.

"Really? Oh. Well, isn't that…very interesting, then," she shifted a bit in her seat. Just as I was about to ask what she meant, though, the blonde boy started to speak.

"What? But, isn't your mum Hermione Granger? She's a muggleborn? The girl who was top of our parents' grade? How is that possible then? Well, next to my father of course, she came second to him, obviously—"

"Wait a minute, what does it matter if she's muggleborn?!" I said angrily, my voice crescendoing to a loud yell "And she wasn't second best to your father, of all people, she was first, she even went back to school after the war, she didn't have to, that's more than your lying scum of a father could have said for himself! I bet your father felt disgraced being beaten by a mudblood girl, huh, Malfoy? Your name's Malfoy, isn't it? Well, I've heard all about your family, all of you are blonde, pretentious, and have more money than they deserve—" I was standing up now, I don't know when I stood up—I was just sitting down a minute ago wasn't I? But wait, he was standing up too—

Malfoy's pale cheeks were suddenly tinged with pink. I almost laughed at his frazzled state. "My father is not a liar! And, I've heard all about your father's side of the family too! Red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford, that's what my grandfather told me—"

"Take that back!" I shouted, taking out my new wand (twelve-and-a-half inches, ash with dragon heartstring core, if you must know. Mr. Ollivander told me it was quite the catch, and I must say I agree.)

"Please, you don't even know how to use a wand yet, let alone a single spell!" he snickered, not even bothering to take out his own wand.

Well, he was rather mistaken, actually. I had read all my school books cover to cover over the summer (Four times. Each. While taking notes. ) and I was pretty sure (Okay, I was a little more than "pretty sure".) I could say one of the couple dozen spells I memorized and have a particularly pleasing (read: incredibly awesome) outcome. Just as I was about to raise my wand, though, Albus reached for my hand.

"Don't, Rose. It's not worth it. You don't want to get in trouble on your first day," he looked at me with his emerald-green eyes. I lowered my wand, feeling myself calm down a bit.

I stared at I finally replied, "You're right Albus. We don't need to sit with these pureblood fanatics. Come on," I got up, pulling Albus with me. Just as I was about to shut the door, though, I heard Elise say "I suppose that's to be expected of filth like that," I could practically see her rolling her eyes. "I could have taken her, if I had to," I heard Malfoy drawl. I saw Albus suppress a laugh at his comment. "What?" I asked as we made our way down the narrow hall again. Albus just looked at me, and I felt like I was suddenly the stupid one. "He was right about your name, but he'll never be right about that," he said, while walking ahead of me.

I turned back and looked at the last compartment, smirking in a prideful way that, I noted duly, was much too similar to Malfoy's sneer.