Intro: Narrator's POV

The Weasley-Potter family easily filled the whole of platform 9 ¾. Rose was actually amazed to find that they fit, and equally surprised that the other families in the platform had room to wave goodbye to their sons and daughters. She was currently squished between Albus, her cousin, and Hugo, her younger brother, both of whom looked just as pleased about this arrangement as she did. Hugo had deemed Rose as one of Satan's spawn the day she accidentally mixed up his sippy cup with their father, Ron's, fire whisky. Hugo, being only four at the time, had gotten his first taste of alcohol that day, and was promptly named the youngest underage drinker known to London. Albus was Rose's favorite cousin, and he shared the same affection for her. However, at this moment, he was in a slightly pissed off mood because of his mother kissing him goodbye in front of his friends Collin Finnegan and Finley Thomas. He held his trunk in one hand, his wand tightly gripped in the other, a scowl gracing his face that was tinged pink partly because of embarrassment and partly because of Ginny's lipstick.

Anyway, Rose was in the middle of heaving her particularly heavy trunk to the train, while at the same time trying to find breathable air in the crowded space filled with witches and wizards. Finally, she managed to make her way to the train, throw her trunk onto a luggage rack and snake her way back to her family.

Her Mother and Father were standing with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, laughing about something so hard that her mother was actually crying. She picked out choice words like "Hogwarts", "fireworks" and "Fred and George". Almost too afraid to ask, she interrupted them in time to get a kiss from her mother and father, and hugs from her aunt and uncle. Just as she was about to turn away, her father caught her by the shoulder.

"See that boy over there, Rosie?" He asked, pointing to a boy who looked to be about her age standing next to a man who was his spitting image. He had almost white-blond hair, a pointed nose, cool blue eyes, and a sneer that could curdle dairy. She nodded, wondering where her father was going with this.

"That's Scorpius Malfoy, and I just wanted to let you know, that if you ever become associated with him in any way, shape, or form, I will promptly disown you from the family." He said with a very serious look. She wasn't quite sure what to make of what he had just said. Surely no one could be that bad of a person. She cocked her head slightly to the side in confusion.

"Ron!" Her mother said from the side.

"What? I'm only teasing, and besides, he's no good anyway." Her father turned his attention back to Rose.

"Beat him in every test you take Rosie, thank merlin you inherited your mother's brains."

"That's enough of that." Hermione said from above. She leaned down to kiss Rose's cheek again, and smiled.

"Have a wonderful school year, dear."

"Will you write to me?" Rose asked hurriedly. The train was smoking now, and she feared if she didn't leave soon, she was going to miss it. However, missing the train didn't seem like such a bad idea anyway. The way she viewed it, if she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor like the rest of her family, she would be disowned just as fast as Ron could say Scorpius Malfoy.

"Every weekend if you'd like." Hermione said smiling.

"Do well Rosie, we know you will be the best at everything you do." Ron said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I'll try," she joked. "I love you!" She shouted as she began to make her way to the train. The last she saw of her parents before boarding the scarlet express was Ron's abnormally long arm waving, extended above everyone else's. She smiled slightly, before turning and hurrying down the hallways to find the platform with the rest of her family.

She was walking so quickly, that she bumped into something that felt a lot like a person. Stumbling to the ground, she sat up quickly, mumbling an apology. However, when she looked up properly and saw whom she had run into, she felt a wave of fear run over her.

Scorpius Malfoy was sitting opposite her, rubbing his nose, which had collided with one of the compartment doors during the run in. He looked so menacing, and even without saying one word to her, he already scared the living daylights out of her.

"Watch where you're going!" He shouted, standing up and dusting imaginary dust off his black sweatshirt. He gave her a deadly stare that seemed to frown down upon her, considering she was still on the ground.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to…" She trailed off when his eyes lost that cold glare, and turned into something else, something else that reminded her of the sky on a warm summer day.

Was that, regret, in his eyes? She couldn't be sure, all she knew was that he was quickly walking away. She turned and saw his striking hair disappear down the crowded hallways. Without another word, she picked herself up off the floor, and then took a slower pace to her family's compartment. Whether or not she would remember most of her first year of Hogwarts in the years to come, she knew she would remember one thing. Scorpius Malfoy and his eyes.