Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I was JK Rowling! Alas, I am not, and therefore do not own any of the characters, settings etc. Unless stated otherwise, everything belongs to her!

Chapter 1 – The Warning

It was a wet and dreary day, which was odd considering it was June, but the weather in England was always unpredictable. Astoria Malfoy hurried into her house with the hood of her cloak pulled firmly over her head in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the weather. She slammed the door behind her in fury, startling her husband who had been sat reading the Daily Prophet.

"Everything alright, dear?" Draco asked, noticing the anger in his wife's motions.

She said nothing, just scowled, and made herself busy by shooting a jet of flames at the previously fireless fireplace. As she began pacing up and down by the fire, Draco set the newspaper down on a side table and came to stand by her side.

"What's that old bat said now?" he asked, referring to the weekly Seer that his wife had just returned from visiting. "Predicted another one of our deaths, has she?" he teased her. If looks could kill then Draco Malfoy would have received a thousand jagged daggers to his heart.

"This isn't funny," Astoria hissed at him. "It's about Scorpius."

Draco's teasing smile fell immediately. He was very protective of his son, even though he thought the Seer's prophecies were a load of nonsense. He wanted to give his son the security and love Draco felt he'd lacked from his own father.

He guided Astoria to the nearest armchair and sat her down softly, before sitting opposite her, a deep look of concern on his face.

"I know you think Madam Pompinelle talks a load of rubbish, but I've been seeing this woman for years, and even when she's been wrong in the past, I trust what she has to say. And I don't care what you think, this time I feel we should heed her warning," Astoria told him with narrowed eyes.

"Warning?" Draco asked nervously.

Astoria nodded curtly. "Beware your son's safety, or else danger will unfurl. Beware of the flower from a Weasley girl," she recited.

The name made Draco flinch. "Flower of a Weasley girl? Meaning...?"

"Rose Weasley," Astoria finished for him. She leant back, looking slightly smug for some unknown reason.

"Are you certain? I mean, it's just—"

"Of course I'm certain!" she snapped, deceptively vicious for such a beautiful woman. "The Weasleys have always been the sworn enemies of the Malfoys, or did that little detail slip your mind?" she demanded threateningly. "That lousy piece of rubbish, Ron Weasley, married the Mudblood girl who is now known as Hermione Weasley. Their eldest, and only daughter is named Rose—it was all over the Prophet, remember? Who else could it possibly be referring to? There are no other Weasley children with a flower for a name—it's obvious!" she shrieked at him.

Draco mulled this over in his mind, before answering in a much calmer voice than his wife had. "Lily Potter?" he suggested.

Astoria scowled. "Don't be a fool, Draco! Lily is a Potter, not a Weasley." She spat the name as though it represented vermin.

"Well, if you think about it, Lily comes from Ginny Weasley, and Rose comes from Hermione Granger," Draco explained in the same calm tone he'd used before.

Astoria hesitated for a moment, her mind whirring in a desperate attempt to prove that this theory was wrong and that she was correct. "That's ridiculous. You don't always have to make everything so difficult, you know. It's obviously referring to Rose Weasley, and you know that!" she accused.

Draco sighed, not wanting to contradict his wife further. "Well, if you're certain..." he said meekly.

"Of course I'm certain," Astoria snapped. "She's starting Hogwarts this year, as well as Scorpius—and also that Potter boy, Albus. We must immediately warn Scorpius to stay away from those horrid brats. Who knows what dangers they'll bring to him, and to us as well."

"Look, Tori, I think you're over exaggerating," Draco said in an attempt to calm her down. Astoria glared at him with the same deathly stare. He sighed. "Alright, Astoria, I just don't want my son to feel like he has enemies before he's even started school. I want him to be able to make his own friends and choose them whoever they may be, even if that includes becoming friends with this Weasley girl or the Potter boy," he finished in a quiet voice.

"How very touching," Astoria sneered. "I expect you also want him to become best friends with all the House-elves and Squibs, do you?" she mocked.

Draco could no longer meet his wife's gaze. "I'd be careful about what you say, Astoria. Times have changed, and there are laws and serious consequences for crimes of inequality between magical beings. Squibs and Muggle-borns are no different to pure-bloods in the eyes of the law now, and as for slavery of House-elves..." He trailed off, acknowledging Astoria's stony expression.

"I am perfectly aware, thank you, Draco. I know of these new laws, no thanks to that Mudblood Hermione," she muttered under her breath as Draco shot her a warning look. "We will warn Scorpius immediately of the dangers that this girl poses," she said with authority, rising from the armchair and watching the fire flicker and dance intently.

"And what are the dangers she poses, exactly?" Draco questioned.

"Beware your son's safety, or else danger will unfurl. Beware of the flower from a Weasley girl," Astoria repeated, avoiding the question. She continued to stare deeply into the fire.

Draco sighed to himself, knowing that he had lost this battle with her and that his son would enter Hogwarts with readily appointed enemies.

For the next two months, the message was drilled loud and clear into Scorpius' mind: Do whatever you must to avoid contact with Rose Weasley. No explanation was given to the curious boy, only the repeated warning from his mother, much more frequently than his father. He never asked why; he just accepted it. For whatever reasons, unknown to him, Rose Weasley was danger.

Author's Note: Thank you for choosing to read my fanfiction, I really hope you enjoy it :D

A few things you should know before reading:

The two main characters are Rose Weasley (the daughter of Ron and Hermione) and Scorpius Malfoy (the son of Draco and his wife Astoria) and it's all about their relationship throughout their years at Hogwarts. My story begins in the Malfoys' house in June 2017—the summer before Rose and Scorpius start Hogwarts, which is the year the 19 years later epilogue in Deathly Hallows is set.

Throughout the story, as JK hadn't at the time I wrote this really revealed much about the Next Generation, I've had to make a lot of OCs, obviously, so I hope you enjoy them. And while the main focus is the lives of Rose and Scorpius and their relationship, these side characters are of great importance to the story and play an integral role—so be warned that this story isn't purely about ScoRose, although it is centred around them.

Everybody has a muse, and music is mine. A lot of plot/character concepts were conceived whilst listening to music, so I credit a lot of this story as having been inspired by particular songs. I've credited the artists and songs used for inspiration in ANs for the chapter they've been incorporated, though, so look out for that :) It will become blindingly obvious to you the more you read the story, but Taylor Swift is my main musical inspiration, and you'll see a lot of her influence—just a warning if you're not a huge fan ;)

Perhaps the most important thing of all to note is that the entirety of this story was written BEFORE the publication of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child—before it was even announced, nor perhaps considered within JK Rowling's own mind! Obviously, bearing that in mind, this story cannot coexist canonically with Cursed Child. Everything from the characters' personalities, houses, age differences etc. differs from what has now been declared canon, and that isn't limited to just the Next-Gen characters. When it comes to the characters we know and love, tidbits of information about their careers, for example—and in the case of Astoria's personality—I had no indication of when writing this story, and therefore are now non-compliant with canon. SO, in order to read this story satisfyingly, I'm asking you to completely disregard Cursed Child and any other information JK Rowling may have released on the original characters since the publication of Deathly Hallows—as that's the context in which it was written.

And finally, I feel it fair to warn you, this is an incredibly long story, so be prepared! This has been a huge part of my life. I never intended to publish this story when I first began writing it—I just had a wild imagination, an idea for a story concept, and wrote it for my own enjoyment. It has been an honour to share it with you all, though. Chapters vastly vary in length throughout the story, certainly increasing in size as the story progresses. If I had to give an average chapter length I'd say 3,000 words perhaps?

But as you can see, there are 200 chapters. This is not a quick read—this is a huge, time-consuming story, so if that's not what you're looking for then retreat quickly! For those of you who are prepared to go on this journey with me, good luck ;) I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

Do please let me know your opinion on the story. I greatly encourage reviews, criticisms, suggestions, whatever :) Any questions or comments then you can always PM me too, and I'll happily respond.

All that's left to say is enjoy! :D

~ Ever