Star-Crossed Rivals

Rose and Scorpius were destined to hate each other. She was a Weasley, he was a Malfoy. Children of the longest-rivalling families in the Wizarding World. And when they're both at Hogwarts, it's bound to lead to chaos. Right? Definitely. And when both are sorted into their family houses, it's the same old story - Gryffindor vs Slytherin. But with Rose and Scorpius involved, things can never be so normal.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. If I did, I would be rich and famous and blonde, meeting famous people. But sadly, it wasn't to be.


Chapter One: Sorting

"Get yourselves into alphabetical order, will you now?"

The first-years scrambled to follow the Deputy Head – and Head of Gryffindor –'s orders. Rose waved to her cousin Albus as he moved to the middle of the line.

Darn my surname being Weasley, Rose thought. In all honesty, she didn't mind her last name being Weasley. It was just that she hated having to be at the end of the line. She couldn't wait to be sorted!

"Applebee, Gabriella!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Rose clapped as the blonde girl at the front of the line walked over to the Hufflepuff table. The boy behind her gasped. "Wow! That hat can decide what house you're in?" Rose turned around and beamed at him. "You're a Muggleborn?" The boy nodded. "Yes, I am. But I have heard of you. You're Rose Weasley, daughter of Hermione and Ron Weasley and niece of Harry Potter! It's great to meet you!" Rose laughed. "Ah, a Muggleborn who's done his homework!" she joked. "D'you have a name?"

"I'm Ethan. Ethan Williams."
"Rose Weasley," the redhead said, holding her hand out for him to shake, which he did so graciously.

"Bell, Zona!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherins began to cheer and the rest of the students stayed silent. Ethan looked at Rose confusedly, scrunching up his nose. "Is there something wrong with that house? No one's cheering..."

"It's just... Slytherin... it has a bad reputation..." Rose explained cautiously. "... Voldemort was from there... and his Death Eaters were Slytherins too..." "Voldemort?" Ethan asked, suddenly very pale. "Is he... the one who wanted to kill your Uncle... and hated Muggleborns...?" Rose nodded and Ethan nodded, biting his lip anxiously.

"Bones, Sarah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Issac!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Branstone, Bradley!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Carter, Maya!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Cauldwell, Tiffany!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Clarke, Annabel!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

Rose cheered as the brunette girl got sorted into her family house. "That's the house where everyone in your family is and was, huh?" Ethan said, smiling slightly. "I bet you can't wait to get in there." Rose nodded, a dreamy smile on her face as she imagined seven years in Gryffindor.

"Corner, Terrence!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Davies, Anthony!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Dixon, Celina!"
"SLYTHERIN!"

"Entwhistle, Kevin!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Fawcett, Daniel!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Finch-Fletchley, Dorothy!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnegan, Rochelle!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"That's my friend!" Rose yelled over the clapping. "Her parents and my parents were friends too."

"Fleet, Jack!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Goyle, Vincent!"
"SLYTHERIN!"

"Hart, Cara!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Hopkins, Hilary!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Jackson, Raymond!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Jones, Daniel!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Li, Jessica!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Longbottom, Alice!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Longbottom, Frank!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Those are my friends too. Their dad's Neville Longbottom, the Head of Gryffindoor!"

"Malfoy, Scorpius!"
"SLYTHERIN!"

"Are you alright?" Ethan said, noticing the scowl on Rose's pretty face. "Do you know him?" "Yeah," Rose replied. "Our families have kinda been enemies since like, ever." "Oh."

"Page, Veronica!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Potter, Albus!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

Rose was the loudest clapping in the Great Hall when her jet-haired cousin sat down next to her cousins. "I told him he'd be in Gryffindor!"

"Preece, Taylor!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Rickett, Camilla!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Rosso, Heath!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Scamander, Lorcan!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Scamander, Lysander!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

"They're my Aunt Luna's sons. She's not really my Aunt – just my parents' friends."

"Smith, Jason!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Stretton, Elizabeth!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Thomas, Alexis!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Thomas, Michael!"
"RAVENCLAW!"

"Wow!" Ethan said in surprise. "I thought twins were always sorted in the same house!" Rose smiled and shook her head. "It makes sense, them being in different houses. Their mother, Padma, was a Ravenclaw and their father, Dean, was a Gryffindor – like my parents!"

"Valentini, Gino!"
"SLYTHERIN!"

"Weasley, Rose!"

"Good luck!" Ethan whispered as his friend walked onto the platform. Rose smiled thankfully before sitting on the stool.

Another Weasley, eh? Ah, but you're different. You have... so much potential, the hat said. You would make it in any house. You're brave, determined, wise, loyal... ah! But you have a fear of disownment? Your silly father Ronald, planting these ideas into your head! Anyway, I hope you'll have a good seven years in...

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

Rose's cousins and the Gryffindor house cheered wildly as their cousin sat down at the Gryffindor table with them. They all smiled at the boy Rose had befriended who was going up next.

"Williams, Ethan!"

The hat took much longer to search Rose's friend. When it had been on his head for five minutes, it suddenly yelled.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Ethan looked shocked, and slightly scared – but instead he fixed a smile on his face and waved sadly at Rose as he sat down at the Slytherin table.

"Zabini, Angelo!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Zeller, Pansy!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"

As the final round of applause died out, Professor McGonagall stood up and gave her annual speech. Louis, Fred and James, who were the pranksters of the school, mimed it with her, despite only being there a year. Everyone knew Professor McGonagall's speech.

As the speech finished, a feast appeared on the tables, surprising some, but not all of the first-years were surprised. This was Rose, of course. She'd had her parents fill her in on every single detail about Hogwarts. And she loved it.

But not everyone in the Great Hall was very happy. In fact, if you looked over at the Slytherin table, you would see one very miserable brunette boy...