JK Rowling was definitely writing that epilogue so people would write fanfics!!! So now I'm just responding to that...it's really bad because I wrote it during class when I was bored but anyway...critiques are welcome and invited...enjoy!
Rosie watched as her parents disappeared from view in the leftover smoke of the Hogwarts Express. Although she felt rather lonely in the emptiness of her compartment and scared of being so far from her home, Rosie was excited for the magic and adventures awaiting her at Hogwarts.
“May I join you?”
Rosie jumped, having been lost in thought, her focus on the landscapes emerging out the window. She turned to see a pale boy her age, tall and thin, his fine light-brown hair almost covering his intense blue eyes.
“If you wish,” Rosie said casually, though inside her heart pounded wildly; she had always been strange and shy and had never found friends in her Muggle school who could accept her for her unique magical abilities. The boy sat down across from her and took his wand out from its hidden place within his newly-made robes, twirling it in his fingers. When he noticed Rosie watching him, he hastily shoved the stick back into his robes, blushed slightly, and looked away.
“What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?” the boy asked, rubbing around his face gingerly. Rosie rolled her eyes and looked away.
“Who are you anyway?” the boy asked, furrowing his brows.
“Rosie,” Rosie said, still not looking at him. “You’re the Malfoy boy, right? Smith or something?” the boy nodded, his eyes still on her face. “I’m not supposed to talk to you, so if you would please…”
“Why not?” the boy asked defensively, “I won’t hurt you! How can you know you don’t like me when you don’t even know my name?!” The boy ran his fingers through his hair, which quickly took its original neat form on top of his head after contact. “It’s Scorpio; does no one know my name?! I’m not my father, you now,” he added quickly, hoping to reassure her.
“Please, I shouldn’t be—”
“But you are, aren’t you?” Scorpio interjected quickly. “Come now, your dad may not like me because I’m a Malfoy, but your mum isn’t like that, is she? And besides, our dads aren’t here now, are they?”
“I guess not…”
“Good,” Scorpio said quickly, “Have you thought about which house you’ll be in? I’m guessing you want to be in Gryffindor like your mum and dad—”
“Cousin! There you are!” Albus exclaimed entering the cabin, happy at having discovered a friendly face, though freezing at the sight of Scorpio. “Who’re you?”
Scorpio looked up serenely at him, relief expressed in his eyes at not having been called “Draco Malfoy’s son” or “the Malfoy boy” as he usually was at the cost of his father’s celebrity at having been Harry Potter’s enemy in their Hogwarts years.
“Al, this is Scorpio Malfo, Draco’s son,” Rosie said before Scorpio could get a word in. Scorpio blushed furiously, looking out the window so as to hide his flushed face from Albus.
“Oh. Alright,” Albus said casually, sitting down beside Rosie. Rosie’s eyes widened at Albus in disbelief of her cousin’s ignorance that Scorpio was his father’s enemy, grandson of the hated Death Eater Lucius Malfoy. Scorpio composed himself and smiled over at Albus.
“D’you reckon we’ll be in the same House, erm…what’s your name?” Scorpio asked, his face still lightly blotched with color.
“Albus Severus Potter,” Albus said with a grin, “Dunno ‘bout you, mate, but I want to be in Gryffindor.” Scorpio just stared for a moment; Potter’s son, son of “The Boy Who Lived”, who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort. He forced his eyes off this boy who so resembled his hero father except for, of course, the lightning-shaped scar Albus’ father Harry bore as a symbol of the loss he had experienced soon after his first birthday from Lord Voldemort as well as a symbol of he who had saved the wizarding world from the evil of Voldemort and his famous Death Eaters. Awkward silence passed through the compartment. Scorpio pulled out the new September edition of Quiddich Today and pretended to be reading.
