A/N: Okay, I wasn't planning on writing this- but the idea popped into my head- and I thought, why not?

*If you haven't read the original story- to which this story is the sequel- go read "Always Misguided" first.

Now, can I have 5 reviews before I upload the next chapter?

Scorpius's POV

I boarded the train and watched as my mother and father waved goodbye to me. After the train left the station, I smiled to myself and went to find a seat. I dragged my things along, and peeked into each of the compartments, looking for one that I could join in on.

"Hey, do you need a place to sit?" a girl asked, obviously in her first year too- since she had no emblem or certain color to her robs either. She sat with a few boys, who looked vaguely familiar.

"Uh, thanks. I do actually." I came in and put my things up in the overhead and when I sat down next to the girl, I realized everyone else was staring at me.

The girl, who had red, long, curly hair was quite fair and pretty actually. I then thought she was not as pretty as my mum though, my mum had extraordinary beauty, only seen in a few every generations, but Rose was a plain, simple kind of pretty. I immediately knew who she was then. She was a Weasley- the one Dad had threatened me not to get close to. I remembered my mum and dad suddenly, and looked past her and out the window, and drops of rain started to splatter against the window.

"Want one?" the girl held her hands, and in which was a chocolate frog.

"No thank you. I would hate to impose."

"You already have." an older boy grumbled.

"James! You jerk! No wonder Dad and the Order says you're exactly like your namesake! Grandpa James, the big troublemaker." the younger of the two nearly identical boys said, rolling his eyes. He was in my year too.

"Hi. I'm Albus." the boy held out his hand across the compartment seats to me. "Albus Potter."

"Albus Severus Potter." laughed the boy, that was apparently James.

"Oh- you're Harry Potter's boys! James and Albus!" I said, remembering what my mother had said.

"The one and only James Sirius." the older one stuck his head up proudly.

Albus shook his head. "He's a troublemaker that one, just like his namesakes-" James snapped his head towards his brother, sending him a glare. "I, on the other hand, am the more rational one- like my namesakes."

"Yeah- and watch him end up in Slytherin!" James laughed.

"Oh, so now Lily and Hugo aren't here- you tease me? Afraid to frighten the younger kids?"

"My brother and your sister already know about the evils of Slytherin, thank you." the girl put in nosily. She turned to me. "I'm Rose Weasley."

"Your parents are Ron and Hermione Weasley, aren't they?" I gasped. I knew James, Albus, and that Lily girl from the platform were the Potter kids.

She nodded.

"I'm Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy." I smiled slyly.

The boys gasped, but Rose smiled knowingly. "So I've heard." Then her grin faltered. "My dad doesn't me to get to close to you." she leaned in. "Because you're a pureblood."

I narrowed my eyes and she straightened up. "But I have no prejudice." I said innocently.

"You'll most definitely be a Slytherin…cunning you are." James piped up.

"James! Shut up!" the others yelled at the older boy.

"Ugh, you know what, fine. I'll go find Victoire or something- I need to be around someone more mature then you three." he stood, and left.

"You think he'd take the hint. He's a third year, and she's in what? Her final year? But who cares! The downer is gone!" Albus grinned.

I laughed.

"So…about that chocolate frog?" Rose eased back into the former conversation, holding up the frog still in her hand.

I hesitated, and looked up into her beautiful deep blue eyes, getting lost for words.

"Oh c'mon Scorpius! Take it!" Albus urged, breaking me from the trance.

"Oh, right." I took it.

"You know Scorp, you seem a lot nicer then your dad." Albus murmured.

I looked over to him. "Why's that?"

"Let's just say our dads had the hugest school rivalry you've ever seen. Your father is like the anti-Harry Potter."

"Oh…well, if my dad is so terrible- then why did my mum like him so much?"

Rose and Albus shrugged, and opened their mouths to say something, but James popped back in.

"Obvious, isn't it? She saw past his faults, and fell in love with him despite him cheating on her in her 3rd year."

"What?" I gasped. I had never heard of this. My dad would never cheat- he loved my mother way too much, and vice versa.

"Yeah- Yule Ball- he took Pansy Parkinson. She never married you know?"

"Yikes!" Rose smoothed her hair. "A old hag, with a dozen cats, can you imagine?" Rose shuttered.

"Yeah…she apparently was very bitter, and only had feelings for Draco Malfoy, but he wasn't interested, not really."

"How do you know more about my parents then me?" I questioned, standing up, almost squeezing the chocolate frog to bits.

"Everyone knows. Your parents are pretty famous- as much as our parents are. While my dad saved the world, your parents became a world-wide symbol for hope and love. I swear, I'm not making this up. There's Christmas ornaments with them hugging on it…it's quite disturbing. I bet your parents never brought it up, because you think their relationship and display of affection is "gross."" James used air-quotes.

But he was dead right.

"What else do you know?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Many things, but I'm not allowed to say anything for about half of that…only if someone else says something…"

I ran my hand through my white-blond hair nervously. "And the other half?"

"Don't feel like it. Don't worry, you'll know soon enough." James laughed evilly. And he was a Gryffindor? Slytherin seemed to fit him more from what I'd seen of him.

"James. What are you even doing back here?" Rose jumped in, trying to spare me from more feelings of betrayal and confusion. She looked to me, nervously, like my distress hurt her too.

Albus smirked. "Got kicked out from Victoire's cabin?"

"No, I came to get my robes. So I can change later, not last minute when we're about to arrive in Hogsmeade."

Albus' smirk faltered, then fell.

"Why must you always brag about going to Hogsmeade. We get it- you're 2 years older. Now go find some friends!" Rose stood and shoved James out the door, into the candy cart, and he toppled over, and the cart fell on top of him, all the treats flying everywhere.

The woman working the cart looked bewildered, and people poked their heads out their compartment doors to see what the source of the commotion was.

Albus and I laughed, then high-fived behind Rose. Rose pulled out her wand and held at the ready, pointed at her cousin.

"Now go away, before I use a spell on you to make you float in mid-air."

James stumbled up, and ran down the hall, looking back as he whimpered.

Rose turned to me, and we all started laughing.

"Well, it looks like the trio and enemy is slightly role-switched then our parents had it."

If my dad was the jerk, shouldn't I be the jerk? But instead it was James, and Albus, Rose, and I seemed to get on very well.

I wondered though, as we settled back into our seats, and talked the whole way to Hogwarts, what else I did not know about my parents. I pondered which facts they had so nonchalantly left out of a conversation…like about my Uncle Cedric. What happened to him? When I asked earlier that day, my parents had merely changed the subject. But I was sneaky, and would find out what I'd been missing out on, much to the dismay of Rose who didn't want to go searching for something I knew nothing about.

"It might not be all it seemed to be, and some things may things you wished you'd never learned about." Rose had warned me, but I ignored her warnings. She was like a mom…a really, really cute mom…No. I wouldn't go there. Our fathers would never allow it.