Hogwarts: Start Of The Next Generation

Chapter 1

Scorpius's POV

I walked on the train with my head held high even though my hands wee shaking nervously. I walked down the train corridors in search of an open compartment.  It was my first day on the Hogwarts Express and my first trip of a long line of trips to Hogwarts.

I opened a compartment door that I assumed was empty seeing as it was the final compartment in the hall but frozen when I saw two other kids inside who both happened to be around my age.

The boy wore a nervous smile. He had black hair and bright green eyes. The girl had wild short red hair and her nose stuck in a book. They both looked up when I knocked.

"Do you have room for one more? All the other compartments are taken," I asked my voice portraying confidence I didn't feel. The boy smiled a bit wider and nodded.

"Yeah sure! Come on in!"

I smiled slightly and closed the compartment door behind me before sitting beside the boy.

"I'm Albus Potter. Thats my cousin, Rose," the boy spoke as he pointed over to the girl. She looked up from her book and gave a polite nod.

"Rose Weasley," she said. Dear lord. I am talking to a Potter and a Weasley...what would my grandfather say.

'Scorpius, you little blood traitor! How dare you consort with a Potter! Much less a Weasley!'

I shivered at the thought and closed my eyes shaking away an image.

"Hello? Boy!!" I jumped in my seat as I felt the Potter poke me in the ribs. I looked at him sighing in slight relief.

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" Albus asked.

"Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy," I smirked and held my hand out to Albus.

"You're a Malfoy? I should've known," the Weasley girl spoke up. I looked at her with hard eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"You wear the same smirk my father says your father does. Plus he pointed you out before you got onto the train. Same hair as your father. My father says all Malfoy's are pompous arses," the Weasley spoke confidently. I glared at her.

"Well your father is wrong, Weaslette," I said using the nickname I hear my father and grandfather refer to Harry Potter's wife as.

"Well so far from your first impression, I say he's right," Rose glared right back at me. I frowned slightly but quickly covered it with a smirk.

We continued to glare at each other until our concentration was broken by Albus's laughter. We looked over at him to see he was doubled over clutching his stomach.

Soon Rose too, was laughing and after a few seconds I couldn't help but join in.

When the laughter died down we all took deep breaths and sat back in our seats.

"You guys remind me of Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione when they first met. My dad says Uncle Ron absolutely despised her because she was a 'know-it-all' but they soon became best friends! Then eventually married. Hopefully we can all be best friends!" Albus grinned. Rose and I exchanged looks and came to a silent agreement.

We wouldn't kill each other...at least not at the moment.

I smiled falsely as a thought rushed to my mind. I was now friend with a Potter and civil with a Weasley. I replayed the words my grandfather said to me at the manor before I left for King's Cross. He had pulled me aside away from my mother and father to tell...

"You must get into Slytherin. If you do not you will shame our family name. Don't consort anyone of  Weasley blood, nasty little blood traitors that lot. Stay far away from mudbloods. Don't want to be known as a blood traitor, yourself. And lastly stay away from ALL of Potter's children. Do not befriend them. Do this and I am sure you will make Draco Proud."

So far I broke two of his rules. I befriended a Potter and I just agreed to be civil with a Weasley. I shivered at the thought of what curse my grandfather would throw my way.

I looked over at the two conversing cousins and shrugged internally. I will just have to keep it from my Grandfather. That should be easy.