A/N

Hey guys! So i've started a new writing project - a story that follows Albus, Rose, and Scorpius throughout their seven years at Hogwarts.

The chapters here are a little longer than my norm, and the story will obviously several chapters long.

I've always been fascinated with the next generation, so this is my perspective on what exactly happens then.

xoxo

Wren


Albus's POV

Waving to my parents for the last time, I turn my back to them and jump on to the train. Nerves filling my stomach, I start to walk through the long train corridor, looking for my cousin, and best friend, Rose. Finally I spot her; well I spot her bright red hair, chatting with one of my other many cousins. Gosh, Hogwarts must be at least 25% Weasley/Potter now.

"Hey Rose," I call out to her, tapping her on the shoulder. She says goodbye to whomever she was talking to, probably Victorie, and turns around to me with a swish of her robes. Of course she's already in her school robes, this is Rose we are talking about after all.

"Oh hey Al! There you are!" She chirps happily, but I can see how nervous she is in her eyes. Well, at least I'm not the only one.

"Come on, let's go find a compartment." I grumble. Grabbing her hand, I start to pull her along the corridor, momentarily stopping to see if a compartment is empty. Finally, we reach near the end of the train, and I see one that is. Sliding the door open I enter the compartment and sit on the bench in a huff. The bench then proceeds to groan after me, and looking down I realize that I am sitting on a boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I apologize, jumping up and offering the kid my hand. His face is turned away from me, so I cant tell who he is, except that he has white blond hair. "I didn't see you there, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm- umf – fine." The boy groans, and pulls himself up, still looking away from me.

"I'm Albus Potter by the way, but you can call me Al." I introduce myself, and then point to Rose who is still hovering by the compartment door. "And that's Rose Weasley, my cousin."

"Oh Hi," The boy replies, finally looking up at me. My insides freeze when I see his face. He offers me his hand. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

I turn to Rose before answering, hoping that she can give me some advice, but Rose is just as frozen as me. I mean, her dad did warn her not to talk to the boy. For a moment I just stand there stuck, weighing all the pros and cons of the situation, before making my decision. To the hell with my parents' prejudices, this is my life, not the continuation of theirs.

"Nice to meet you!" I smile, sitting on the bench across from him. I hear Rose gasp almost inaudibly beside me, but I ignore her. "Say, are you a fan of quidditch?"

Scorpious' eyes light up and we start talking animatedly about our favorite quidditch teams, equipment, and playing techniques in general. Eventually Rose also sits down and joins our conversation, and soon we are chatting like old friends.

"We will be reaching Hogwarts in ten minutes. Please change into your school robes, and leave your luggage on the train. It will be brought to the castle separately. Thank you." The overhead announcement booms, making us all jump.

"Well, since I was smart enough to change already," Rose teases. "I'll leave the compartment so you guys can have some privacy. I'll be back in five!" And with that Rose bounces out of the compartment, the door sliding shut behind her. I get my robes out of my bag, and take off my jacket.

"So, do you know what house you're going to be in?" I ask him as I get dressed.

"Well, my father and his whole family were Slytherins, but I just want to be put in the house that is right for me." He says uncertainly. "You know, I don't want to be sorted because of my family name, I want to be sorted by what's best for me."

"Yeah I get it," I agree as I slip on my robes and finish dressing. "My brother is always taunting that I'll be put in Slytherin, but my dad says that it is a great house, and that I shouldn't be scared."

"Ha, you have one smart dad. Mine said something more on the lines of: Not in Slytherin, you will be disowned." He laughs.

"Better disowned than put in the wrong house." I joke, and for some reason we find the comment extremely hilarious, causing us both to crack up. And that's how Rose finds us a few minutes later, laughing hysterically on the floor, tears in our eyes.

"Um, are you guys ok?" Rose asks attentively, not getting what is so funny.

"Yeah- we're – fine." I manage to wheeze out in between laughs, and slowly Scorpius and I start to calm down, our laughs turning into low chuckles.

"Uh, all right then." Rose says, obviously still confused. "Well, I just wanted to tell you boys that we are at Hogwarts, and that if you don't move your lazy arses we are going to get sent back to London along with the train."

"Woah Rosie Posie! Language much!" Scorpius teases, making Rose blush a furious red that matches her hair. "We're coming."

"Never, ever, call me Rosie Posie again!" Rose mutters angrily as we leave the compartment and hop out of the train into the cool evening air.

"Of course not Rosilinda!" I say, causing Scorpius and I to burst into another fit of laughter. Rose mumbles something about us under her breath that sounds a little like 'annoying ugly pricks," but we ignore her and continue laughing. Just then we spot Hagrid, a half giant and good friend of my father's, calling out to the first years.

"Firs' years over 'ere!" Hagrid bellows, and we slowly make our way towards him through the throng of excited students.

"'ey Albus is that you?" Hagrid asks when he spots us.

"Yes it is." I state, feeling special that Hagrid recognized me. "And I'm with Rose and Scorpius."

"Ah! The famous Rose Weasley! Daughte' of two thirds of the golde' trio! I haven't seen you since you wer' an eensy 'ittle baby!" He grins, and then waves us over to some boats that are floating on a massive lake. "And who 're yer parents Sco'pious?"

"Um, Draco and Astoria Malfoy." He mumbles, looking slightly ashamed. Hagrids grin falters for a second, but comes back just as quickly.

"Well it's a pleasur' meeting you." Hagrid smiles. "Send yer parents the best from me! Now hu'ry over to the boats, we have to start sailin' soon." Hagrid then ushers the three of us into one of the boats, and goes off to talk to some other first years.

"Well, he seems um definitely imposing." Rose giggles, and we all laugh.

"I can't believe that we are actually going to Hogwarts!" I say excitingly, the nerves having returned to my stomach.

"I know…it seems so surreal." Scorpius sighs, laying out on the small boat and gazing up at the stars. Rose and I look up to, the nerves causing all of us to cease speaking. A small voice interrupts our trance.

"Can I join your boat?" the voice squeaks, and looking down I see a petite girl with short brown mousy hair looking at us with big eyes.

"Of course you can!" Rose exclaims before I can say anything, and the girl hurriedly climbs on to the boat. As soon as she takes a seat, the boat lurches forwards and starts to glide across the silvery lake.

"I'm Rose Weasley." Rose introduces herself. "And this is Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy."

"Hi," the girl squeaks, as if we intimidate her. "I'm Alice Longbottom."

"Proffesor Longbottom's daughter?" I ask.

"Yeah," she mumbles. "I also have a twin brother names Connor but he went on a different boat."

"That's so cool!" Rose smiles, and I can see Alice relaxing a little. "My parents are good friends of your father, and so are Albus's!"

The girls start to chatter happily, but I can see Scorpius in the corner of the boat, obviously uncomfortable with himself. From stories that my Mom has told me, Draco Malfoy didn't exactly get along with Neville.

Suddenly the boat stops, and we get off, gaping at the view in front of us. Hogwarts is even more amazing than my parents described. The huge castle seems to glimmer with light in the black night, and has welcoming warmth to it. Hagrid starts trekking towards the huge wooden entrance doors, and all us first years hurry to catch up with his gigantic steps. As soon as we reach the front doors, they swing open basking us with warm light.

"Welcome first years!" Neville- sorry, Professor Longbottom- says as his silhouette appears in the door. "Hurry on in now!" Eagerly, all the first years jump up the steps and enter the school, our jaws dropping at what we see. We are in huge room, chandeliers and candles enchanted to hang and twinkle randomly throughout the ceiling, staircases and doors winding in and out of the walls.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Professor Longbottom says cheerily. "I am deputy Headmaster and Herbology Professor, Professor Longbottom. We are now in the entrance hall, and in a few minutes we will enter the Great Hall so that you can be sorted into houses. The four houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. Any questions?"

Silence.

"All right then," He continues, "Lets begin!" And with that, Professor Longbottom hurries through a set of open doors, and we follow quickly behind. Now, from what I've already seen, I'm sad to say that I don't think that Hogwarts can get any more magnificent, but fortunately, I am proved wrong. We enter an even grander room, with four long wooden tables set on the sides of it. Above each table is a house banner, and below all the students are chattering excitingly. Hundreds of candles have been enchanted to float around the room, and there are even ghosts hovering next to the students. They stop talking when the headmistress, an ancient woman who I presume is Professor McGonagall, claps her hands.

"Quite now!" She shushes them through a magically magnified voice, her razor blue eyes scanning the room. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! " The whole room starts to cheer, and once again she silences them.

"To the first years, I am your Headmistress McGonagall, and I also teach tranfiguration. You can refer to me as Professor or Headmistress McGonagall. And now the for the sorting!" She says, waving in Professor Longbottom, who without anyone noticing had left the room. Professor Longbottom brings in the sorting hat and a stool. The hat is even older and raggedy looking that I thought, but of course this does nothing to stop my nerves. Scorpius and Rose walk over to me, and I look at them, all of our eyes wide with fear. Before we know it, the hat has opened its mouth and starts to sing.

I am too much in shock to actually listen to what the hat is saying, but I pick up that its singing about the four houses. My Father never mentioned that the hat sang. Well, actually he didn't mention much about Hogwarts. Apparently I'll have to 'discover' it on my own. The hat finishes singling, bows, and everyone starts to clap. Professor Longbottom then conjures a list and reads out the first name, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Avery, Sarah!" He shouts, and a small black haired girl with watery brown eyes hurries over to the stool. She sits down, and the sorting hat is put on her head, and after about thirty seconds it opens its mouth and yells, "RAVENCLAW!"

All the Ravenclaws cheer as Sarah heads over to their table and sits down.

"Berman, Gordon!"

"HUFFLEPUFF"

"Boot, Henry!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Byram, Liam!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Clover, Jessica!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

As I watch 3 more kids be sorted into Hufflepuff (Alice is sorted into Hufflepuff along with her twin), four into Ravenclaw, and two into Slytherin, I hear Scorpius' name being called.

"Malfoy, Scorpius." The whole room becomes quite as they watch Draco Malfoy's son slowly make his way to the sorting hat. Surprisingly, the sorting hat barely touches his hair before yelling, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The whole room is now in a shocked silence, but as Scorpius walks over to the Gryffindor table, they start cheering and whooping for him louder than they did for anyone else. A huge grin breaks out on his face, and internally I relax a little. And then I realize that there are only two people ahead of me.

"Oliver, Anna!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Prewett, Halie!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Potter, Albus!" Again the whole crowd shushes, but this time for the famous Harry Potter's middle son. Rose takes my hand and gives me a reassuring squeeze, and I turn to smile at her weakly before stalking to the hat. Might as well get this over with. The only thing that calms my nerves a little as the sorting hat is lowered on to my head, is the fact that my Dad told me that the Sorting Hat takes your choice into account.

Oh! Look another Potter! A voice in my head squeals. Oh yes, you are much more interesting than your older brother.

"Um, excuse me?" I mumble under my breath, "Are you the Sorting Hat?"

Why of course I am! The hat says proudly. Now you don't have to speak out loud, I can hear your thought just as clearly.

"Okay." I think.

Perfect! Now to get started with your sorting…well you're definitely not a Hufflepuff. You're not a Ravenclaw either. Gryffindor would do you good, but so would Slytherin…hm…The hat ponders.

"But I don't want to be in Slytherin!" I scream inside my head.

Well why not? The hat asks, but before I can answer it continues. Oh, I see why! You're claustrophobic, and the Slytherin common room in practically under the lake. Well then, I guess it will have to be…."GRYFFINDOR!."

The sound of cheers and claps is deafening as I make my way over to the Gryffindor table, and seat myself next to Scorpius.

"You were sitting there for like five minutes!" Scorpius whispers into my ear.

"Really? Seemed like less…" I say, just as my brother James makes his way over to me and claps me on the back.

"See little Al-kins, we knew you'd end up with us! I'm sure the Sorting Hat didn't have a doubt to where you would be. Nope, that definitely isn't why it took it so long to decide!" He grins.

"Oh shut up." I grumble, and turn to face the sorting of the remaining students.

"Whatever you say little bro!" And with that James saunters off to his third year friends, leaving me in a foul mood.

"Hey, don't let him get to you!" Victorie, my oldest cousin and Head Girl, says, sliding on to the bench across from me. "He's just sour from a bet he lost to your cousin Fred."

I chuckle and look up at her. "Really? And what exactly was this bet?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know." She winks, before walking over to welcome another first year boy who had just been sorted into Gryffindor.

"Hey Al, Rose is about to be sorted." Scorpius points out, and I snap my attention to her.

"Weasley, Rose!" Professor Longbottom calls out, and the whole Weasley clan starts to clap and whistle. Rose blushes and walks over to the hat with as much confidence as she can muster. Gingerly she sits on the stool and Professor Longbottom places the hat on her head. Barely ten seconds pass before the hat opens its mouth and yells, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Scorpius and I start to cheer along with the whole table, and Rose who; if possible; is blushing even more now, hurries over to us and sits next to me on the bench.

Rose is the last name on the list, and as Professor Longbottom takes away the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall stands up to finish her welcoming speech.

"Now before we began our feast, I want to welcome our newest addition to the school. Professor Charles Vance!" Professor McGonagall says through her magically amplified voice. "He will be your new Potions Master. Now, let the feast begin!"

McGonagall claps her hands twice and suddenly golden platters heaped high with steaming hot food appear all along the table. I, along with all the other first years, stare in wonder at the magnificent show, before digging in to the food.

"The hat almost thought of putting me in Ravenclaw!" Rose exclaims in between bites of Sheppard's' pie.

"Lucky it didn't!" Scorpius pipes in from the other side of me. "Then we wouldn't of all been together."

"Yeah, its definitely good that we are all in Gryffindor." I say after a long sip of pumpkin juice.

"What took you so long with the sorting hat anyways?" Scorpius questions.

"Eh, nothing." I reassure him. "The hat was just debating between Slytherin and Gryffindor."

"And how did it decide?" Rose pushes further.

"Apparently, I'm too claustrophobic to be a Slytherin." I huff, pretending to be upset. The three of us burst into giggles over how ridiculous my answer sounds.

"Yes, Gryffindor really is the house of the Brave!" Rose teases.

"And the Daring!" Scorpius adds.

"And the claustrophobic!"


A/N

So did you like it?

I know its kind of ehh, but i swear it will get better and better. Obviously i don't own anything from the amazing Harry Potter world, thats all JKR's, but i do own all OC's and original plot lines throughout the story.

There is no main plot to this fic, every year will come with its own dramas and excitements, etc, but i promise that it won't be boring!

And for the name of the story- The Visionaries - that will be explained later on in the plot.

Please read and review!

The more reviews, the faster i post the next chapter!

xxx

Wren