First Year: The SortingAs the train came to a halt at Hogsmeade Station, Rose Weasley brushed the last few crumbs from her grey skirt and pulled her coal-black robe more closely around her. Scorpius stood up too, and Rose frowned as she saw he was taller than her. She was taller than all the boys her age, and she didn't like change that much.
She hustled Spider back in his cage, much to his protest, and shuffled out into the busy corridor. Scorpius followed and tightened his cloak as the cold air bit into his skin. They both hobbled out into the station, and Rose watched in slight disgust as she saw all the different people walk past. There were Gryffindor boys with their red-and-gold ties around their heads running around, there were Slytherin girls tying their ties into bows around their necks and adjusting their jumpers so they looked good. There were also the quieter people, like the Hufflepuff's who jovially walked by talking animatedly to their colleagues. Ravenclaw residents were also quieter but- fra
First Year: The First MeetingRose Weasley gave a final wave to her parents and set off down the rattling corridor of the Hogwarts Express. Her trunk, filled with all her new school books, was heavy, and coupled with her yowling cat, christened Spider by her younger brother Hugo, having a hissing fit in his cage, she was having a bit of trouble. Pushing her flaming red curls out of her eyes she spoke to the boy in front of her. "Hey James, could you-"First Year: The First Meeting5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sorry Rose, gotta go! C'mon Albus!" and James Potter raced away down the train, his little brother Albus huffing and puffing in tow, as he too dragged a new trunk. Rose scowled after them. "Boys." She growled. She struggled with her trunk down the train corridor, but everywhere was already full. Finally, just when Spider was reaching a crescendo, she spotted a remarkably empty compartment. Rose whooped under her breathe and struggled towards it. Once inside she shut the door and heaved her trunk in after her, and, after a struggle, hauled her trunk into the ha
First Year: Classes and ChristmasRose was bored. It was her third week at Hogwarts, and she had already mastered what petty spells her teachers made her learn. They were in Charms class now, writing down the correct way to perform a fanning charm. Rose had already attempted this particular spell, and was quite pleased when the curtains in the Gryffindor Common room had rustled.First Year: Classes and Christmas4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why do the make us do this?" Verity asked from beside her. Verity, like Rose, was mastering her classes with ease. They both dragged their hands across the page sadly and only stopped complaining when the Hufflepuff sitting behind them told them to shut up because, apparently, it wasn't as easy for the rest of the class. Verity huffed and glared over her new red and gold scarf at the Hufflepuff, but sighed in defeat.
When Rose had finished copying it down, she started fiddling with her tie. It was red and gold, like a lot of her presents that her parents had sent over, and was already fraying at the bottom because she played with it so
First Year: Redemption"It's not that bad," Rose tried coaxing Poppy to eat her shepherd's pie for dinner since she hadn't had breakfast nor lunch, but Poppy just felt sick with anxiety. As far as she knew, no first year Hufflepuff had yet to lose fifteen points from their house, let alone twenty. And all in one shot! She was terrified of facing the common room tonight, especially alone, away from her friends.First Year: Redemption3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's just... I felt as if I've disappointed everyone. And I'm only a muggleborn! How could I have caused so much trouble!" She took a deep breath. "No. No more crying."
Just then, Professor Shrup came to the Slytherin table, where they were sitting. He coughed to announce himself than started a speech that sounded severely rehearsed. "Poppy Lindle, it seems I was mistaken when I gave you a detention this morning, and took those points from your house; Hufflepuff. Someone came to speak to me around second period, when they saw you go to the Hospital Wing. It's all been taken care of and you do not have
First Year: FramedAl thumped his head on the desk and almost upset his ink. He was in the library surrounded by books trying to finish his essay on the properties of monkswood, but he was struggling. Poppy was helping old professor Sprout, who was about a billion years old now, take her books up to the staff room, and then will probably be rewarded with a cup of tea and a chat. Rose and Verity were doing something in the Gryffindor common room, where Al could not get a message to them, probably chatting about their girly habits and Scorpius- Al checked his Chudley Cannons wristwatch- was ten minutes late to this study fiesta.First Year: Framed3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked back to his book- One thousand magical herbs and fungi- and sighed as the words seemed to float off the page and swim before his eyes. He never knew how Rose and Aunt Hermione could just sit and read; it was just so boring to him. Sure, he enjoyed some books, but he wondered if comic books counted. They were much more fun to read.
He scratched in a few more lines t
First Year: Poppy"And that's what happened. Strange, huh? And then he treated me like normal for the rest of the holiday!" Al explained to Rose, as they found an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. The train was already moving, and they were surprised that they found this empty compartment, though it must have been the last one because, only a few minutes after they had gotten settled, a girl in their year who was vaguely familiar opened the compartment door.First Year: Poppy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can I sit here with you? Some lunatic's showing off in my old compartment and I had to move, he was so annoying." She said. She had long blond hair, brown eyes and a freckly complexion. She seemed to be bursting with energy and was already changed into her Hufflepuff robes.
"Ah, sure!" Rose said, startled by the girl's big smile and frequently moving hands. Al had his thinking face on and had narrowed his eyes.
"Did the lunatic have brown hair and eyes?" Al asked shrewdly.
The Hufflepuff girl's eyes widened. "Yeah?"
"About ye high?" he ges
After the epilogue, part 1.It was all he could do to stop his hands from shaking as he gingerly stepped into the empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. No matter what his father had said, his brothers words still haunted him, and Albus Severus Potter wanted nothing more than to run back into Ginnys arms and go back home. Make Lily take his place on the train. Shed love that.After the epilogue, part 1.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But before he could come to a conclusive decision, the compartment door slammed open again and a boy with longish white-blond hair scrambled in, shutting it quickly behind him.
They stood for a moment in near-silence: the newcomer, who was panting visibly, and Albus, who merely gaped.
Oi! Potter, is it? You look exactly like your old dad! the boy smiled cheerfully, and Albus could see that he had a slightly pointed face, which could have made him look very haughty if it wasnt accompanied by a dazzling white grin.
And you are ? Albus searched the other boys features, and in moment