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— Prologue — 

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Rose Weasley never knew what to expect of first day school times. She expected first days as exciting— where everything was new and a new life begins. She thought of them as nostalgic— where you forget about everything that happened the previous year, and ready to leave everything behind.

But, she knew what to feel, regardless of the two, since this one was unavoidable. She felt nervous.

However, there was the unexplainable loud beating of her heart in her chest. She felt scared, and lonely, and nervous… But, she felt more nervous now than how she felt last year.

She felt the familiar short of breath experience, that panicky eye- wide time, and that loud banging inside of her body, as if her legendary Uncle Fred and George’s fireworks were inside her, spreading tingles throughout her whole body.

She only felt this when she knew something will happen; and, Rose Weasley was smart. She knew this fact, all along, and the warning terrified her.

Prepare yourself, Rose. Prepare.

But, then, what would an eleven-year- old kid would have against Fate, right?

She may have a wand, her mother’s brain, and her beforehand knowledge of the past, but those were never enough of how bloody insane her life would turn into when she saw Scorpius Malfoy for the fifth time, and loved him for the second time.

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— 1 — 

Year of The Platforms, Thestrals, Train Journeys and Arrogants

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She
never thought she’d feel so lonely in a room filled with people.

Although
she was used to the idea of being left alone, at least she had her friends that
time in kindergarten; but now that she was in an actual school filled with
wizards and witches who can be better at everything than her, even making
friends with strangers, she wasn’t quite sure.

But
the thing was, she was indeed better
than everyone. Unless you rule out the friendship part, then yes, she was good
at everything.

Her
parents, Hermione Weasley and Ron Weasley were infamous for being friends with
the legendary Harry Potter, who also happened to be her uncle. She was from a
line of renowned heroes, who fought against the Dark Lord, Voldemort, the wizard
that started the second war with an attempt to kill Harry Potter, and ended the
war by accidentally killing himself when the Elder wand turned from him…

She
had to be best at everything.

—  Twenty-five hours earlier —

As
she walked to platform 9 ¾, her mother turned to her and gave her a kiss on the
cheek. Hermione also gave Rose the copy of her Hogwarts, A History — because, Rose was the only child in the
family who would really appreciate
it. Hugo was smart, however, he was more of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley rolled
into one boy with brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. This happened because
Hugo was James Potter’s— Harry’s first son— best friend. And, James Potter had
been famous in the family for his mischievous tricks and charming smiles that could
even hypnotize Molly Weasley— his grandmother on the mother’s side, and Rose’s
grandmother on the father’s side— into thinking that he could slip away in
every stunt he does. 

Rose
was, however, the opposite. Although she never ruined the fun for the two cons
and sometimes helps create the plan for smaller pranks (she’s always the brain
when she’s around) she concentrated more on her studies and on the higher
stakes— aka expectations.

Hugo
and James went to the other side of Ron, her father, and started picking on
Albus Severus Potter, whom she was very close with, chanting— “Al’s in Slytherin! Al’s in Slytherin,”— in
a singsong voice.

“I
won’t! I won’t be in Slytherin!” Albus defended—his knuckles white while he
gripped the handle of his trunk solidly.

Ginny
looked at Hermione with exasperation over the boys, and Hermione gave her an
amused look.

“James,
give it a rest!” Ginny reprimanded.

“I
only said he might be,” James gave a
crooked smile, and Rose could swear half the girls who were around staring
shamelessly at James, blushed. James’s hair fell on his eyes as he stared at
his little brother lovingly and lightheartedly. “ There’s nothing wrong with
that. He might be in Slyth—”

Ginny
chose that time to glare at her, the way Molly glared at her Uncle George
whenever Molly caught him helping James and Hugo. James, also, chose that time
to notice his mother and decided wisely to stop stalking.  

Albus
noticed Rose giving him an entertained/ pity stare. Finally catching her
favorite cousin’s eye, she beamed at him and went beside the boy.

“Hi,”
Albus said, relieved that he was finally around someone he can tolerate.

“The
two teasing you, again?” Rose cheekily asked, nudging Al’s shoulder lightly
using her elbow.

“Could
be worse. I’d never thought Hugo would idolize James, though. Hugo’s a year
younger than you, and yet, he knows more things about fooling people than
anyone around his age.”

“What
do you expect from him?” Rose replied thoughtfully, searching the cobwebs above
her with any signs of a spider. “The first spell he learnt was Confundo. And James was recruiting him
as his sidekick since he started to walk.”

Albus
looked at his redheaded cousin, attentively.

“But,
you can outsmart him of you want to,”

Rose
warily left her eyes from the cobwebs and finally looked at Al and smiled,
“Yes. I can definitely outsmart him
if I want to.”

The
two fell silent in a comfortable silence, studying everything around them.

Observing
was always the favorite hobby of the two. Together, the two studies about the
whole lot. And, together, they learn everything.

Rose
noticed his uncle with an expression she knew. Although, Hugo wouldn’t notice
this, she knew it too well to doubt.

Melancholy.

She
turned away before his uncle could see her staring.

Her
father, Hugo, and Lily— The Potter’s youngest member of the family— were having
an animated debate about the Hogwarts houses.

“If
you’re not in the Gryffindor House, we’ll disinherit
you,” stated Ron in a mocking-teasing tone, to Hugo, “but, no
pressure.” 

“Ron!” Hermione scolded with a point of
her finger. Apparently, Hugo and Lily found this funny while Rose and Albus
looked serious— thinking how their parents would react if they were, indeed,
directed to the Slytherin house.

The
two mothers caught the expressions of their child, and declared in unison, “He
doesn’t mean it.”

Rose
and Hugo’s father shifted his gaze to James, Albus, and Lily’s father, and
nodded to the family of three fifty feet away from them. 

“Look
who it is,” Ron muttered.

The
fog shifted and the picture became clear. The family had silvery white hair,
and the boy who stood in the middle almost looked like the exact replica of his
father, except that his face looked kinder and he was three decades younger.

The
father, whom Rose thought was Draco Malfoy (James told her everything he knew
about him. Depending on the facts, he wasn’t as nice as his face implied)
caught sight of Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny staring and stiffly nodded. He
cut his gaze to his son, and talked to him.

“So,
that’s little Scorpius,” Ron addressed to Rose. Scorpius... I wouldn’t want to call my son with that name, Rose
thought, unconsciously studying the blond boy who was scowling. “Make sure you
beat him on every test, Rosie. Thank
God, you inherited your mother’s brains.”

“Ron,
for heaven’s sake,” chewed out Hermione, half amused half forbidding. “Don’t
try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”

Scorpius… Where did I hear that, again? Rose contemplative thought. I may have heard that from one of the monster names…

“You’re
right, sorry,” Ron sheepishly said, but he still looked pleased. “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie.
Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”

Albus
and Rose stared at each other and thought about Ron’s words. Were they a joke?

Draco Malfoy… Why does father dislike them,
anyway?

Rose
was about to ask this when James came rushing, his hair wild and his eyes wide
with astonishment.

“HEY!”
James shouted, “Teddy’s back there—” He pointed at his back where the train
blew out steam. He supported his hands on his knees, and panted. “— just seen
him! — gasp— And guess what he’s— gasp — doing! — gasp— Snogging Victoire! — GASP!”

Ron,
Hermione, Harry and Ginny blinked in silent wonder.

Unfortunately,
James Potter had always expected something extravagant. He expected the grown-ups
to screamed (“What!”) Or, perhaps
their mouths wide open. Or, maybe something like storming at Teddy and
Victoire, ripping them apart from each other in the process.

But,
all he got were blinking.

James
thought that, perhaps, the grownups thought of some other Teddy and other
Victoire, or never even heard him talking, at all. 

“Our Teddy! — GASP— Teddy Lupin!
Snogging — gasp—our Victoire! Our cousin!
And I asked Teddy what he was doing—”

Ginny,
whose arms were folded on her chest, and her face amused said, “You interrupted
them? You are so like Ron—”

“—
and he said he’d come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He’s
snogging her!” James insisted, his eyes were pleading for some reaction.

Instead
of the grownups speaking, Lily began jumping up and down and whispered out
excitedly, “Oh, it would be lovely if they got married! Teddy would really be
part of the family then!”

Rose
and Albus nodded and their expressions were the same as Lily’s.

“He
already comes round for dinner about four times a week,” said Harry, a smile
tainting his lips. “Why don’t we just invite him to live with us and have done
with it?”

“Yeah!”
said James, his eyes twinkling excitedly. “I don’t mind sharing with Al — Teddy
could have my room!”

“No,”
Harry said sternly, his eyebrows furrowed; perhaps worried about the thought of
being homeless because of two little children. “You and Al will share a room
only when I want the house demolished.”

James
smirked. Albus, however, frowned.

It
was true, though. James influenced Albus easily. Sooner or later, Albus would
either turn into mini-James, or turn into a giant and wreck the house whenever
he became fed up because of his older brother’s banters.

Rose’s
uncle glanced at his watch and called, “It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on
board.”

At
this cue, Ginny rushed to James and gave him a hug while saying, “Don’t forget
to give Neville our love!”

James
looked sick at the place. “Mum! I can’t give a professor love!”

“But,
you know Neville —”

The
boy sighed in relief and resorted to rolling his eyes. “Outside, yeah, but at
school, he’s Professor Longbottom, isn’t he? I can’t walk into Herbology and
give him love …”

Rose
rolled her eyes, and slung her arm around Albus’s right arm.

“He’s
as bad as Hugo,” Rose muttered.

“Oh,
come on,” Albus replied with a smile. “He can’t be—”

Out
of nowhere, James kicked Albus in his calf.

“Yes.
Yes, you’re right.” Albus grimaced and massaged his calf. Rose, in turn, glared
at James, who was smirking devilishly.

“See
you later, Al. Watch out for the thestrals.”

“I
thought they were invisible? You said
they were invisible!” Albus replied, his eyes wide with disbelief. All
these years, he thought such creatures were invisible…

James
laughed; his right hand ran through his messy hair, earning another sigh from
girls. Ginny gave him a kiss on the cheek, his father giving him a hug, and
James glanced at Rose with a raised eyebrow.

With
James questioning, Rose turned to Albus and gave said to him, “I should go. See
you, yeah?”

Albus
merely nodded, his attention shifted to somewhere else. She easily read his
expression.

Rose
was nervous. It will be her first time to wake up in the morning without his
parents’ comforting greetings; without James paying their house a visit and
ruining her sleep; without Bimmy the house elf brushing her hair and muttering
out praises.

Rose
Weasley was nervous, but Albus Potter was panicking.

Rose
thoughtfully hugged her cousin sideways, and fell into step besides James, who
was eyeing a girl five feet away from them.

“Thestrals
are nothing to worry about,” Harry told Albus. “They’re gentle things, there’s
nothing scary about them. Anyway, you won’t be going up to school in the
carriages, you’ll be going in the boats.”

Thestrals
were invisible, and yet, his parents can see them. And yet, his uncles and
aunts and grandparents can see them.

And
he knew why.

“But, I thought Thestrals are invisible?” Albus
questioned. “It must’ve been very cool to see them, though, isn’t it? Mum and
Dad can see them, and so was granddad and grandmum. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione
can see them, too, the last time we went to the museum near Hogwarts, right?”

“Yeah,” James nodded absentmindedly. “Look here,
Al. I gotta see that Nimbus 2040! Tell Dad, okay?”

James never heard the answer for he already
sprinted up to the window and marveled at the broomstick.

Albus stared at his pack of fifteen galleons,
fourteen sickles and twenty-three knuts. His parents gave him the money to buy
whatever he wanted, for money has always been something easy for the Potters—
with the family line centuries old and with Harry and Ginny working as Aurors.

Albus didn’t know what to do with them. He didn’t
want anything from Diagon Alley, and the book he and Rose has been waiting for
will only be released on the last week of November.

So, Albus waited. And, Harry came, questioning
where James was. Albus replied with a point of his finger and Harry saw him,
his smile lighting up his face.

“Dad?” Albus stared at his father, studying him.
Harry was relaxed, and he even looked excited. Albus didn’t know about the fact
that Harry could cry at the moment, for he always wished to see the day where
his children would go to Diagon Alley and buy for things they needed.

Harry looked down at Albus’s green eyes, and saw
the curiosity filled inside them.

“Hmm?”

“Why can you see thestrals?” Albus asked. The
father’s eyebrows furrowed. He wasn’t expecting these kinds of questions from
an eleven year old kid, but then, Harry had asked odder questions when he was
eleven.

“Seeing thestrals means… a grave thing.” Harry
tried to tell the truth to his child, not even noticing the unintended pun.

“But, you can see them, right?”

“Yes. Yes, I can, Al.”

“Please tell me why,” Albus pleaded. Harry
sighed. Sometimes, his son being cousins and best friends with Rose can have
their cons.

“Seeing them means seeing death,” Harry said quietly.
He studied Albus’s face.

The moment he was born, he saw how much Albus
looked a lot like him.

The boy had the same black messy hair, the same
green expressive eyes. Albus also had Harry’s eyebrows, but he got his mother’s
lips and cheekbones. Because of their similarities, Harry can easily read Albus’s
expressions.

Albus was stunned, curious, and sad at the same
time. In the family, Albus really was the child who understood the cons of wars
were, while James understood the pros.

James had the tendency to brag about Harry and
the wars and the challenges he overcame. Meanwhile, Albus had seen the results
of wars. There were deaths of innocent people, of loved ones, of strangers who
had fought for the truth and the good.

While Harry can see his father on James,
regardless of the name, Harry can see himself on Albus.

Albus
remembered that time in the Diagon Alley. Yes,
there was nothing scary about thestrals, he thought. But, there was terrible about the reason behind why you can see them.

His
mother approached him and kissed him on the cheek, while Lily tucked a little
piece of parchment into his right hand. His little sister gave him a hug and a
kiss, too.

“See
you at Christmas,” Ginny smiled.

“Bye,
Al,” Harry smiled as he hugged his son. “Don’t forget Hagrid’s invited you to
tea next Friday. Don’t mess with Peeves. Don’t duel anyone till you’ve learned
how. And don’t let James wind you up.”

“What
if I was in Slytherin?” Albus felt his father released him from the hug, and
the pair of scared green eyes stared at the other pair of comforting and
understanding green eyes.

The
whisper seemed like it was shouted by thousand of Quidditch fans.

Harry
rested his right knee on the floor, and rested his hands on Albus’s shoulders.

—  • —

The two children
trudged into the train, looking for compartments that weren’t occupied by a
teacher or a student. Each time they stuck their heads into the compartment and
scanned the faces— looking for familiar ones, but to no avail— the two went
from train car to train car until James heard his name called out from the
third compartment in the fifth train car.

“James!” James
stopped to a halt and made a face to Rose. Rose, however, found the situation
amusing for James wore the kind of expression that only showed if he’s really
annoyed and embarrassed at the same time.

“Jame— oh! Who’s
this little thing?” Despite of James’s tall structure, Rose still saw the girl
that was behind James, whom apparently oblivious of James’s unwillingness. The
girl had silky brown hair, in shades varying from dark brown to dishwater blonde-
brunette. She was also tall, her face shaped like a delicate heart, and her
eyes sparkling with happiness.

“This ‘little thing’
you’re talking about,” James inquired, his teeth gritting. “is my cousin.”

Rose eyed the girl,
assessing her more so. The brunette noticed Rose’s eyes on her, and even if the
Rose was around the age of 11 or 12, she can’t help but to feel uneasy.

“Sure,” Brunette
laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world besides her name and
her certain attraction to a guy who was beyond annoyed. “Cute little thing, are
you?”

“I am not a thing.” Rose glared her left eyebrow
raised.

What
is with this girl, anyway? She thought.
Who does she reckons she is? Calling me a
‘little thing’! I am not that small,
am I?

“I’m not that small, am I?” Rose asked out loud,
and James eyes were wide open with laughter. He shook his head and opened his
mouth to speak, but brunette cut him off.

“Of course, you are!” Brunette (which was
what she decided to call her, because she rudely didn’t introduce herself, yet)
looked at James, her eyes were filled with mirth (‘Evil mirth, I shall say,’ thought Rose) but covered her smile with
the back of her hand when she saw James, now glaring openly at Brunette. “Er,
what I mean is, is that I’m just extremely
tall, yeah? Don’t you agree, Jamie?”

“Of course you’re
tall, Ms-you-didn’t-even-tell-me-your-name-yet. You must have been so proud
that others mistaken you as the Big Ben, eh?” Rose seethed. She decided that
she didn’t like the girl. Brunette— whom she now called ‘Ms Eifel’— was
extremely above anyone else, or whatever Ms Eifel thought.

James snorted and
laughed, highly amused. His annoyance reduced considerably to the fact that he
felt proud of himself for teaching Rose Weasley, the daughter of Ron Weasley
and Hermione Weasley, the formidable lady-know-it-all, the art of sarcasm.

Ms Eifel smiled, but
it looked more of a rubber squeezed. Her mouth was pressed into a fat little
pout.

“Of course, you
must’ve known me. I’m Bellatrix Nightwood!” Bellatrix flipped her hair to the
side. “But, if you don’t, which is obviously why you don’t know my name—”

“How smart of you,” Rose muttered. James
smirked and bit his tongue to keep himself from laughing.

“— then, I am
Bellatrix, and you can call me Trix, and not anything else. Although, James can
call me anything he wants starting from ‘Darling’ to ‘Baby’.”

It was now Rose’s
turn to look amused as James stopped smirking, his face fell and he paled very
much.

When Rose turned to
James and expected him to smile at her, instead all she saw was a shadow of
some emotion in James’s face.

“Why would they name
you that?” James asked carefully, his eyes focused on Bellatrix.

Bellatrix smirked,
her teeth tainted with lipstick.

“Got you intrigued,
did I, James Potter?” She tossed her
hair to her back and winked. “Won’t you be a dear and go out with me?”

“Ridiculous,” Rose
muttered.

James’s suspicious
stare turned into a full-out fiery glare, and opened his mouth to speak when a
boy with long hair tied in a ponytail called out.

“JAMES! MY
JAMESIE-BOY!” The boy swerved around two blonde girls laughing at each other,
and gave them a wink that made them giggle.

“See ya later,
ladies,” he smirked and twirled a girl around…

“How can he do that?
Twirling her around when everything’s so cramped up?” Rose questioned.

James warily took a
step away from Bellatrix, while Bellatrix complained.

“Why are you
stepping away from me?”

“I— don’t like being
around you, that’s all. Who knows, I might get some cooties.”

“Really, cooties for
all—” James elbowed the boy who in return glared at James. “Yes, I love you,
too.”

“Whatever,”
Bellatrix said. “You guys go ahead without me. Perhaps, my friends are right all along!”

“All along? And what
were they saying about us, m’lady?”

“You insolent
dickw—”

“LANGUAGE!” Roared
James, before he looked at Rose and winked. Rose simply looked amused at the
exchange.

“Bellatrix the Slut!”
The boy screamed.

“Manwhore!” While
Bellatrix retorted, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“Toe Rag!”

“Queen Bitch!”

“SILENCIO!”

  It was to everyone’s surprise that
Albus Potter, who boarded the train and went into the third train to look for
his cousin and went in into the odd situation, cried the spell that eventually
kept everyone quiet. James was leaning on the corridor wall, amused and his
hand poised at the end of his wand; The boy was nowhere near frustrated, while
Bellatrix looked like he’ll throw the lad out of the window in any minute, and
Rose, with a raised eyebrow, watched the two bicker, her face reflected her
curiosity and interested expression.

“Shut up, please.”
Albus reprimanded, his lips formed a straight thin line. Rose rolled her eyes
and stuck out her tongue to say that she can’t really speak at the moment.

“Now,” Albus faced
the annoyed girl who was trying her best to come up with the counterspell. “Please
try to contain your infatuated feelings to yourself, and try not to jump on him
(— he pointed at Mr.Whatisname—) and do what I never would want to imagine
before I actually try this awesome jinx James thought me.” 

“As for you, my dear
brother,” He said the words without any hint of sarcasm which maybe, only Albus
can really pull off. “Please act like a 14-year old human being that you are and keep the cursing to minimum.”

James grinned and
tipped an imaginary tall hat.

“And, as for Rose, I
don’t have someone with me. Accompany me, please?”

Probably deciding
that the conversation was getting bored, Bellatrix threw Albus her last glare
and walked out of the way, her hand gripping her wand dangerously. James rolled
his eyes, swished his hand and performed a sequence of swishing and pointing. The
group of kids didn’t notice the movement of the train, signaling that the
journey has begun for another year at Hogwarts for James and the boy, while a
new and strange year for Albus and Rose.

“Without even having
the power of speech,” Rose remarked softly. Charms had always been her best
subject, and if Quidditch was a subject, she’s probably getting an O for having
the skill as a chaser.

“Impressed our
little know-it-all, eh?” The boy with long hair commented and bowed, his eyes
trained at Rose’s and gave her a small wink. “I am Mr. Macmillan, William
Mcmillan, at your service, ma’am!”

 “Will, try not to terrorize the poor kid,”
James lightheartedly said. “After all, who would want an eleven-year-old kid
being sent back home the second she stepped into this train?”

“Ah, but my dear
James, dear. That is our specialty,
isn’t it? Maraudering people?”

“Pure rubbish,
Will!” James feigned his bewilderment. “What shall I ever do to you?”

“Dunno, probably
marry me?” Will smirked, his cockiness amused Rose further more. It was as if
James Potter was made to be Will McMillan’s illegitimate twin. “I’ll call as
bride!”

“This is
ridiculous,” Albus muttered. “We already have James, don’t tell me James
actually created another spawn of his that would replace him the moment he
disappeared.”

“HEY!” James and
Will protested.

“Although, I
wouldn’t really reject the idea of replacing James. Can I replace for your
girlfriend, too?”

James threw his wand
at Will.

Albus pulled Rose
away and they drifted to the other side of the train, on a look out for an
empty compartment.

“What do you reckon
would happen?” Albus mused, after passing through the fifth compartment of the
fourth train. They were already getting tired of dragging their trunks behind
them.

Rose shrugged. She
felt sleepy and weak at the same time, considering that she only slept for
about two hours in the morning because of her barely-contained excitement.

“I’d probably faint
in the middle of this corridor if we haven’t found one single bloody
compartment by now.”

“Sheesh, woman.”
Albus mused what he usually hears between Victoire and James’s bickers. “Try
not to kill anyone.”

“Emphasis on the
word ‘try’.”

The two snickered.
No wonder the two get along so well. Not only do they almost the same
bloodline, they share the same perspective of humor.

The two stayed in
comfortable silence for another five minutes when Albus reached an empty
compartment.

Or, so they thought.

“YES!” Albus shouted,
slumping down in his seat, not even bothering on bringing his trunk into the
upper head cabinet. “Finally, some time alone.”

“Don’t be so amused
about this, Albus. It’s not like—”

“Yeah, don’t be so
amused about this, Albus.”

The two jumped,
their faces went white with astonishment. In the corner of the compartment sat
a stony- faced boy with a blanket over him. They didn’t notice him when they
entered because they practically barged into the compartment, and Rose was
still pushing the trunk into the cabinet.

Well, only Albus saw
what the stony-faced boy was because, unfortunately, Rose’s trunk fell on top
of Rose.

“Ahhh!” Rose whined,
the trunk collapsed on top of her right foot. “Ow!”

“Wait, I’ll move the
trunk.”

“Stupid.”

“Don’t call her stupid!”

“Well, puny then!”

“You two, shut the
bloody hell up! I think I have a sprain?!”

“Ridiculous. Do I
look like I care?”

“You take back what
you said!”

“Shut up, uggh, you
two! I can always fix this with my wand.”

“Look, Albie—”

“No, you look here—”

“SHUT THE BLOODY
HELL UP.”

“Apologize to her!”

“You wish. I wouldn’t
say sorry to a nobody!”

“Arrogant jerk
head!”

“BLOODY
KNOW-IT-ALL-POOP FACE!”

“Take those words
back, Scorpius Malfoy!”

Silence.

Rose snapped  at Scorpius, who in turn gave her a
heart-stopping hatred, confused glare. “You don’t deserve saying my name, you blood traitor.”

Rose’s eyes
narrowed, and a cold laugh escaped from her mouth. “At least my parents’ aren’t
hiding from the world because everyone hates you now!”

Albus remained
silent, his eyes were on Scorpius the whole time, waiting for his reaction.

But, Scorpius didn’t
say anything. He didn’t open his mouth to retort back. He didn’t raise his fist
to punch Rose straight in the face. He didn’t pretty much do all the things the
other two were expecting. Except that he turned to his back slowly, his eyes
blazing with anger so intense, neither of them had to look away, and he left,
the door of the compartment closed with a loud bang.