The red in the Rose

Okej, en next generation fanfic, RosexScorpius. Kommer skriva på engelska, och det kommer handla mest om sommaren till deras sjätte år, och sjätte året på Hogwarts, med typ flashbacks till deras tidigare år. Hope you likey

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Chapter One - A beginning and an end

Part 1
The smoke from the bright scarlet train lay heavy over the platform, where worried parents fussed over their children’s clothes and luggage, making sure they hadn’t forgotten anything or strictly instructing them on how to behave. At the end of the train stood a nervous-looking eleven year old girl with bushy red hair in brand new school robes, smiling uncertainly while listening tensely to her parents talking to her younger brother. Catching sight of her cousin, she smiled a little brighter, and got a nervous smile in return. It gave her some comfort, knowing that she wasn’t going alone. If everyone else decided to hate her, she would at least still have Albus to turn to.
‘Hi,’ Albus greeted her, sounding as relieved as she felt.
As their parents lifted on the children’s luggage, their younger siblings started discussing when they would finally get to go to school. Hearing his little sister eagerly talking about which house she’d prefer to be sorted into, Albus started feeling a bit queasy.
‘Rose,’ he murmured, and his redheaded cousin looked up at him. ‘Do you think they’ll be angry with us? If we’re not sorted into Gryffindor I mean?’
Rose looked at him in horror. She’d never even considered it, being sorted into another house than Gryffindor. Whenever she’d pictured herself at Hogwarts she’d always pictured herself as a Gryffindor. Whenever she’d talked to her father about joining the quidditch team, it had always been the Gryffindor team they’d talked about. That she might not be sorted into Gryffindor had never even occurred to her.
Seconds after Albus’s question their parents jump back onto the platform. As Rose’s father heard what his son was discussing with his cousin, he smiled.
‘If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,’ he said, ‘but no pressure.’
‘Ron!’ his wife shrieked angrily, and the younger children giggled. Rose on the other hand, started to panic.
‘He doesn’t mean it,’ her mother tried to assure her, but Rose wasn’t calmed. She glanced at Albus, who looked quite as worried as she did. Her father, however, did not notice the damage he’d done, but was looking at a small family of people standing some fifty yards away.
‘Look who it is.’ he muttered, and Rose turned to see who he was talking about. A tall, blond figure was standing to the side of the train, together with a thin, equally as blond woman and a young boy, who was almost an exact copy of his father, only younger and with a more worried look on his face. For a second, Rose met his light grey eyes, and felt them piercing through her as if the boy was gazing right into her very soul.
‘So that’s little Scorpius,’ said Ron with a hint of disgust in his voice, and Rose quickly looked away from the boy. ‘Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie.’ he continued, and she nodded, eager to make her father proud of her. ‘Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.’
Said mother shook her head.
‘Ron, for heaven’s sake, don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!’ she said, trying to sound stern, but ended up sounding amused instead. Ron smiled at her.
‘You’re right, sorry,’ he said. ‘Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood.’
Rose hurried to nod again, and made a mental note to stay away from the blond boy.
As the clock ticked closer to eleven, Rose grew more and more nervous. She blocked out the others conversation, focused on keeping her breathing even, trying not to freak out.
‘It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on board.’ her uncle Harry said finally, and Rose hurried to bid her parents good bye and jump on to the train. All around her parents kissed their children’s cheeks, shouting out last minute reminders and questions, and the children who where already on board the train waved to their parents. The doors along the scarlet train were slamming shut, and soon they began to move, gliding along the train tracks, leaving the platform behind, moving on towards a new year, a new beginning.