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Chapter 1

My name is Rose Weasley I am the daughter of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. As you might know already my family is a large one. My father has four brothers and one sister. Three of his brothers are married with seven children between them and his sister married his best friend Harry Potter and they have three children. That means I have ten cousins as well as one brother. Despite the size of the family it is hard not to feel loved. Every parent has something to be proud of in their children. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny have their son James' talent in quidditch to boast about. Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey have two amazingly responsibly and clever daughters to show off. Even Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur have three children who have inherited the veela gene, the list is endless.

I hear you ask about me? I happen to take after my mother so everyone knew before I even started Hogwarts that my intelligence would be something to shout from the rooftops. Well they would have shouted from the rooftops if I didn't go and break the one and only unwritten rule of being a Weasley...

"Right have you got everything?" My mother stressed for the third time as we stood on platform 9 and 3/4 with a cloud of smoke billowing around us.

"Yes mum." I sighed pulling her into a hug. I rolled my eyes over her shoulder. My dad saw and chuckled slightly to himself. My mum pulled away and looked straight at me, she had a sad smile on her face as she absentmindedly brushed away a strand of my curly auburn hair. I grabbed her hand and eased it gently away from my face, squeezing it gently before letting go and stepping one meter to the right onto the scarlet train.

"Now Rosie, remember don't end up in Slytherin or we will disown you!" My dad joked exactly like he did when Teddy, Victoire, Molly, James and Fred left for their first year. A worried look appeared on my face, my mum noticed and scowled at my father, slapping him on the arm quickly.

I gave my family one last smile before disappearing behind throngs of students. I pushed quickly through the crowd and into the nearest compartment, closing the door loudly and leaning out the already open window. My parents spotted me immediately and waved.

"Bye Mum and Dad!" I cried blowing them kisses. "Bye Hugo, see you at Christmas!" I waved to my brother who wouldn't be joining me on the train until the year after the next. They all shouted their responses as the train slowly pulled out of the station. I carried on waving until the mass of people were just little specks in the distance.

The noise of the door being slid open knocked me out of my trance and I looked around to see a very glum looking Albus Potter entering the compartment. Albus has always been my favourite cousin. Not just because we are the same age. Roxy and Dominique are the same age as well, but I've never been as close to them as I have been to Albus.

"What's up with you? Aren't you excited? We are finally on our way?" I asked him as he slumped down into a seat. He looked up at me through his glasses and I could see the worry in his emerald eyes.

"It's not that Rosie, of course I'm excited. It's James; He's been teasing me all summer that I'm going to put in Slytherin and now I'm starting to believe him." he sighed letting his head fall forward. I went and sat down next to him.

"Don't you worry about your brother; he's been hit with too many bludgers in his twelve years to be right about everything. I don't believe that you're going to be put in Slytherin. It will be just like we always imagined; playing chess in the red and gold common room in front of the fire, taking walks in the winter wearing our Gryffindor scarves! Everything is going to be okay!" I reassured my cousin. He looked up and smiled at me. Everything was going to be fine.

Hours later we had arrived at the spectacular castle and had wasted no time before being ushered into little boats and set floating across the huge lake that stood in our way. Albus and I had sat with Roxy and Dominique. We had chatted excitedly the whole way, talking about the teachers and all the stories our respective siblings had bought home with them. We soon arrived at the edge of the lake and were herded directly from the boats through a magnificent entrance section and left to stand outside a huge set of wooden doors. Everyone waited in silence, hardly anyone breathed before those doors opened and we started to file into the large hall that lay ahead of us.

I looked up; the ceiling was breathtaking just as mum had described it. We walked through the middle of the four long tables dad spoke so often about heading towards the end where I could just see an old hat sat on a three legged stool when I craned my neck.

Headmistress McGonagall didn't waste any time in getting straight to it, she started reading the names of the first years off a long scroll before we had even settled. Her voice carried easily through the hall and everyone would sit in absolute silence until a house was announced and a huge cheer would break out. I waited patiently as the professor worked quickly from the A's to the eagerly awaited P's. The silence became even more apparent as Albus's name was read out loudly. I watched as my cousin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and ran his hand through his hair, both things he had picked up from Uncle Harry. He stepped hesitantly up to the stool and sat still as the hat was placed on his head. Albus's eyebrows were furrowed and I knew that the hat was speaking to him. More silence until finally the sewn mouth of the hat opened and cried out.

"Gryffindor!"

There was an almighty cheer and a triumphant smile appeared on the young boys face. I grinned as he leapt off the small stage and almost ran to the red and gold table to sit with our relatives. They greeted him with hugs and slaps on the back. Relief washed over me and I settled down once more to wait for the W's to come. When they finally did Dominique was first. The hat only sat on her for a minute or so before announcing that she belonged to Gryffindor. She smiled her veela smile before prancing over to the table, her blonde hair flowing behind her. She greeted her sister with a kiss on both cheeks much like her mother did.

At last the noise died down.

"Rose Weasley," I heard McGonagall call. I gulped and pushed my way through the sea of black robes to make my way to the front. Once up there I slowly sat down on the unsteady chair and breathed heavily as the hat was placed over my head.

"Well well well, another Weasley!" A voice appeared. I knew it would be coming but it still made me jump. "You are courageous like your Father so you would obviously fit in with your relatives in Gryffindor. Straight away I can also see you are very intelligent much like your Mother, Ravenclaw would suit you well but I see already that just being intelligent would be too easy for you. You have a loyal side to you, you could be happy in Hufflepuff. Aha! But only to those who show loyalty to you first. It seems you have a cunning side, a sly side to you hidden deep inside." I jerked my head in shock and the hat seemed to notice this. "Yes yes, many of your family have this quality especially your cousin Albus but it seems that yours is stronger than his. I know where to put you," the hat finished and I sat in silence waiting for the answer.

"Slytherin!" A strong voice boomed throughout the hall. There was no cheering just shocked silence. For a second I couldn't breathe. I looked towards the table I now would not be joining and all my relatives were staring at me wide eyed. I glanced up at McGonagall and even she looked a bit taken back. She noticed my staring and waved me quickly off the stage. I slowly made my way down the steps and in the opposite direction my cousin had just headed. I reached the green and silver table and quickly sat down on the bench, no one greeted me. A few students stared at me with wide-eyes, but the majority of my new housemates didn't even look in my direction.

Almost in tears I turned my attention back towards the front where Roxy had taken her place under the hat. Three minutes passed and all I did in those couple of hundred seconds was pray that Roxy would be sorted into Slytherin too just so I wouldn't be alone for the next seven years. It didn't work, the hat called out Gryffindor. Roxy didn't smile, she was still too shocked. She sought out my eyes in the crowd and shot me an apologetic look before leaving the stage and sitting next to Albus.

The sorting finished and the feast began. I didn't eat. I sat and waited; finally a few prefects emerged and lead the way out the halls. Tears threatened to fall again as I emerged from the hall just in time to see the Gryffindor first years disappear up the stairs on their way to the tower I had dreamt of being since I learnt of Hogwarts. I watched my three cousins standing at the back of the group of Gryffindors, not a single one of them looked my way.

Instead of going up with the other first years, I was being led down a flight of steps, and then into a dark passage that smelt of damp, slowly we were getting deeper and deeper into the foundations of the castle. We reached a corridor that seemed to have a dead end. I heard from my older cousins that the Gryffindor common room had a portrait guarding their tower; I just presumed all the houses would have one too. Once we reached the blank wall at the end of the corridor, the female prefect clearly said, "Severus." The wall slid open to allow us entrance to our common room.

The Slytherin common room was dimly lit by candles. There were black leather sofas spread around the room and green curtains were pulled back revealing a window with the strangest view. I suddenly remembered the Slytherin common room was situated beneath the lake. I stood sighing and taking in the view. I looked down and for the first time noticed that my plain black tie had been painted with green and silver stripes and the hem of my jumper had the same.

"First years girls dorms are that way, boys the opposite." One prefect told us before walking away and collapsing onto a sofa. I followed the group of my peers along the dark corridor and through a door way. The room inside was decorated in green and silver. There were five canopy beds, three on the right side and two on the left. Three of the four girls walking in front of me immediately headed for the right hand side and each picked a bed. The other girl shrugged slightly before picking one of the beds on the left. I quickly took the last remaining bed next to the window and went about unpacking my trunk that had appeared at the end of my new bed.

I felt self conscious as I heard the girls whisper on the other side of the room. I couldn't make out what they were saying but knew it was about me. I looked to my left at the girl on my side of the room. She too was ignoring the gossipers and was now sat on her bed reading a magazine since she had finished unpacking. She had dark brown hair that fell in her face as she leant down. She was obviously naturally pretty with her button nose and blue eyes. She suddenly looked up and over at me. I glanced away in surprise and embarrassed that I had been caught staring. There was the sound of footsteps and I looked up to see the other three girls filing out of the room. Smiling with relief that they were gone I sent a cautious glace back over at the girl to my left. She was still looking at me. I was about to look away again when she smiled slightly, she had brilliant white and completely straight teeth. Before I could help myself I smiled in return.

"You're a Weasley, right?" she asked. She had quite a husky voice but it kind of suited her. I nodded and smiled sadly.

"Why aren't you in Gryffindor then?" she asked again. She didn't say it rudely, she just sounded curious.

"I have no idea, it seems that the sorting hat is getting too old to do his job properly" I replied. She laughed.

"What are you going to do now then?" she carried on.

I sighed. "I don't know, I'm going to have to write home and tell my parents. They will probably disown me and that will definitely put a damper on the year!" I joked to hide my apparent worry. She smiled again and seemed to look me over, as if deciding whether to carry on talking to me. She got up off her bed and I thought she was going to follow the other girls but instead she walked over to me and stuck her hand out.

"I'm Ivy Goyle, nice to meet you," she said politely, smiling once again. I took her hand and shook it.

"I'm Rose, it's nice to finally know someone," I admitted "I don't think those other girls were particularly keen on me." Ivy shook her head sadly.

"Don't worry about them; they are just angry that you were sorted here because you are not completely pure blood." She told me rolling her eyes. I nodded remembering that the Slytherins favour those with pure blood families and I certainly didn't fit the bill with my mother being muggle born. "I don't care about those things really so just stick with me and you will be fine" Ivy reassured me.

"Okay, thank you. Do you know who those girls are?" I questioned my new friend. She nodded and pointed towards the nearest bed. The girl with the black hair had chosen that I remembered.

"The girl there is Janey Parkinson, a real bitch." Ivy explained before moving on to the next bed where a girl with dirty blonde hair had been sat minutes before. "That girl would be Emily Nott, Janey's best friend and as equally bitchy. The last girl is Bella Zabini, she's a nasty piece of work but pretty easy to order around once you know how." She finished and I noted the name of the last girl. I remembered she had darker skin and dark hair.

"Wow, how do you know them all?" I asked.

"Well we are all pure blood families so some of us have grown up together, most of us are related in some way but I usually forget how. I think I'm related to Bella and Emily at least. To be honest I can't stand them, they are so bitchy and annoying. I was hoping to be sorted somewhere else but that obviously didn't happen. You being sorted here is just as good I suppose, it adds a bit of diversity which will make this first year very interesting." She explained and I nodded to show I understood.

"But if you don't want to be the bottom of the snake food chain for the next seven years I would stand up to them soon, show them whose boss." Ivy warned me seriously. She then smiled and broke her serious tone. "Let us see the famous Weasley temper in action" She added with a smirk and laid back on my bed.

Ivy and I talked the rest of the night, I told her about my family and she told me about hers. She lived with her father and twin brother Vinnie in a huge house in the country side. We went into the common room for a bit and she quietly pointed out and explained about every person she recognised. I met her brother; he had the same features and hair but brown eyes. He was sat with a pale, blonde boy. Ivy explained to me that his name was Scorpius Malfoy, the best friend of her brother. I knew the name Malfoy, it was the name dad always muttered whenever him, mum and Uncle Harry reminisced about their time in school. That must be his son.

All that night and for the next week the three other girls in our dorm avoided me. Most of the other Slytherin first years did as well. They seemed to take notice of Janey and her two accomplices. The only other person they listened to was Ivy but she barely got involved.

The first Friday, I was sat at the Slytherin table eating breakfast alone, waiting patiently for the post. I had written home the night I got sorted and still hadn't heard back, I heard in Charms class one day that Dominique, Roxy and Albus all got a letter back from home by the next morning. Their parents wrote them to say how proud they were they had become the next generation of Gryffindor's.

I kept glancing over to the Gryffindor table, my family weren't all sat together but I could easily spot them. Victoire was sat at the top of the table with her seventh year friends, laughing and joking. Molly was sat with some of her second year girlfriends, talking seriously about something. Fred and James were sat laughing with a bunch of boys of all ages, Fred and James both seemed to be telling a tale because all the boys were looking from one to the other.

Albus, Roxanne and Dominique were sat with the other first years, all talking excitedly about something.

I tried catching each of their eyes but each of them avoided me. I wasn't too concerned about Victoire, she was six years older than the rest of us and whenever we were at home, she mainly hung around Teddy. Molly was the same, but she avoided the other cousins as much as possible, they were all into pranking and joking around and she wasn't. Fred and James didn't see or notice me trying to catch their eyes so I gave up on them. Albus, Dominique and Roxanne all met my gaze; they shared a quick, hesitant, glance at each other before looking away and focusing on their new friends and each other.

I felt a pang of hurt hit me. Over the past few days, I'd passed my cousins ignoring me as the excitement for being in a new place, I was just as excited so I didn't really blame them, but we'd been in school for a week now. The excitement had died down, they flat out ignored me.

I shook my head and looked up and down the Slytherin table, not wanting to focus on my 'family' for too long. Down the table from me Janey, Emily, Bella and some other of the first years were sat eating breakfast. I saw Vinnie Goyle and Scorpius Malfoy sat with them. As I looked further up the table, I saw Ivy walk in the hall. It seems like I wasn't the only one who saw her.

"Oh Ivy, join us for breakfast love" The squeaky voice of Janey was heard and I groaned. I saw Ivy do the same. She looked at me with a small smile and then turned to face them.

"Okay but Rose will have to sit with us too," She told them, nodding her head in my direction. I got up and started to walk over.

"Oh never mind then, we can't be seen fraternising with such horrific blood traitors as the Weasley's! Can we girls?" Janey laughed and her cronies laughed too. At that point I had reached them. Ivy opened her mouth to say something back but I put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a look as if to say 'I've got this'.

"Now, listen here Parkinson. I am sick and tired of you and your little followers riding my arse because I'm not a 'pureblood.' My Grandparents may be muggles, but I have as much right to be in this school and in this house as you do." I noticed that the entire Slytherin table was now sat in silence, watching our exchange. I briefly noticed that the other house tables were watching too, just not as intently. A part of me wondered if my cousins were, but I shook that part away. "Clearly I belong in this house; otherwise the hat wouldn't have put me in here. If you have an issue with that, it's your issue, so you deal with it because if not the next seven years are not going to be pretty." I vaguely noticed that I was shouting, and the entire hall went silent. My cousins had to have heard me now, I was a Weasley. Being loud, angry and confrontational was in my blood. I noticed that Janey's friends were all quiet and looking around them in shock. Janey herself was flushed red with embarrassment; she couldn't believe I was standing up to her!

She seemed to recover before everybody else and stood to her feet. "Don't you dare speak to me like that! You have no right, pureblood," She spat at me and pointed to herself, "Mudblood." She pointed to me and glared. I heard several Slytherin students snicker and a couple of other students from other houses gasp.

"I do not give a damn what sort of blood you or I have. But," I sneered at her, stepping closer to her. "Call me that again, and you and I will have a problem. Understand?"

She smirked and moved from the bench to stand closer to me. "Mud-" She went to call me it again, but the palm of my hand hit her cheek before she had a chance to say anything. I wasn't stupid; I didn't grow up my brother without learning how to not leave a mark when I hit somebody.

I'd only been a Slytherin for a week, but I knew that they weren't snitches, they didn't tell on you even if they hated you. There weren't any teachers around, oddly, so the only people that were in charge were the head boy and girl. The head boy was a Slytherin and the head girl was, Victoire.

"Enough!" My cousin shouted as she pushed through the crowd that had formed around us. "Parkinson! Weasley! Enough before I hand detentions out!" She threatened, glaring at the both of us. I didn't do or say anything, I just glared at Janey who nodded once and moved to pick her bag up from the table. She and the other first years all left without a word. I heard Ivy laugh behind me, but I didn't look at her. I looked at all the other Slytherins, each and every one of them was staring at me. Some of them looked impressed, some were laughing, and some of them were even smiling at me. A few of them looked angry, but no matter what their expression was I knew one thing.

I'd won their respect.

"Alright, Blondie." The Slytherin head boy sneered at Victoire as he moved to stand in front of me. "My housemates, my problem. Go on Red, Goyle, go to class and be good kiddies." He smirked down at us and he was one of the Slytherin's to look amused. I nodded at him and grabbed my bag.

Not only had I won their respect, I'd also gained their acceptance.

As I walked past Victoire, I glanced at her. She was looking at me like she had never seen me before. A quick glance over at the Gryffindor table showed me that my other cousins were looking the same; they looked at me like I was a stranger who had stumbled into the Burrow at Christmas.

I may have won my housemates acceptance and respect, but I lost my families.

That was exactly four years ago. I am now in my fifth year and since that point I have not had any more trouble with Parkinson or any of the other Slytherins regarding my heritage. The older students didn't avoid or ignore me now; they treated me like any other student in a different year. Janey and the other first years didn't mock me, isolate me or avoid me either. They tried to befriend me; they looked to me as their leader instead of Janey. I ignored it and ignored them. They hadn't given me respect or loyalty until I demanded it and showed I deserved it. After a while they let me co-exist amongst them and went back to how they originally were, breathing from Janey's every word. She left me alone and I left her alone, we weren't friends but we weren't enemies. In class or in the hallways when another student from another house made a joke or started themselves, we stood together. I could tell the other girls in my year didn't like me though, but I wasn't too bothered. I had my best friend along the way. Ivy and I became best friends after that point, we have been literally inseparable. We are what you would call the queen bitches of Slytherin. Everyone knows not to get on our bad side or we will make their lives hell. We have done it before. That's how we gained the names 'Poison Ivy and Wilted Rose'.

The letter I waited for that day the 'scene' happened arrived three days later. My parents said they didn't care that I was a Slytherin, that they loved me just as much as before, that my Dad wouldn't really disown me and that I shouldn't worry about the other family members reactions. I believed them at first, until I went home for Christmas. Everything changed, people looked at me differently, they didn't speak to me about school like they did to Albus, Dom and all the others. Even Albus didn't act the same around me; he avoided talking to me and spent all his time with James and Fred. Hugo even avoided me. When we were at home together, he made an excuse to leave the room if I entered it and most of the time didn't even look in my direction.

Slowly over the period of four years I became isolated from my family. My parents still love me the same, they just seemed to like Hugo better than me, even more so when he became a Gryffindor. I've become used to the way they treat me but it doesn't mean I don't resent my whole family for it. All of my cousins, except Victoire, are now attending Hogwarts and not one of them will stop and speak to me like they would have if I was sorted into Gryffindor. Even my own brother walks the other way when he sees me walking down the corridor. But I don't care; they are not really my family anymore if you ask me.

My parents weren't as proud of me as they were Hugo. When I came home at the end of first year with the highest marks in my year, they seemed pleased but they frowned and narrowed their eyes at the sight of the Serpent at the top of my report, instead of the lions my cousins had on theirs. When I made the quidditch team in second year, they weren't as proud or as pleased when Hugo made it in his second year. I saw my father's face when I came home for the holidays and handed my mother my green and silver quidditch robes to wash.

They say their proud of me, but their eyes tell a different story.

After three years of trying to win my parents and families pride and respect, I finally give up. Seeing my mother and fathers reaction when Hugo got in the top five percent for his year at the end of his first year made me snap. I stopped trying to get their respect and stopped trying to get them to be proud of me.

I started doing things the other Slytherin students in my year did. I stopped being respectful to my teachers, I stopped following every school rule, I stopped trying in class, the work came easy to me anyway so I wasn't really underperforming. Over the holidays, I stopped trying to please my parents and hung out with the others. I started doing the things they were doing, such as going out to Diagon Alley and creating trouble and drinking. My parents hated this and they finally found a method of venting their disappointment and frustration in me. When they yelled at me, screamed at me, pleaded, threatened, bribed and tried to force me to behave, I ignored them and when they grounded me, I snuck out. When I overheard my father and my uncles compare daughters over the summer before my fourth year, and he said he was just glad I didn't yet have a boyfriend, I went out and got one. Logan Avery, a boy in my year, one of the boys with the worst behaviour in the entire school and a family of people my family would automatically hate, became my first official boyfriend. When my parents came to pick us up from the train station at Christmas, I made sure every single one of my relatives saw me kiss him as passionately as possible, goodbye.

Ivy and I took the turns over the holidays to visit each other's houses; her father took having a 'blood traitor' staying in his house better than mine took to having a Slytherin in his. I knew the history of Greg, as he made me call him, but he was actually a really nice man. Ivy and Vinnie's mother died when they were younger, leaving him wifeless. He never remarried and focused on living for his children. He didn't mind when his daughter told him she was best friends with a Weasley, he only cared that she was happy.

Ivy doesn't really mind my family; we learned that if we stay quiet and don't bother them, they ignore us. There's only really one person in my family who Ivy hates and that's Roxanne. Nobody knows why, they don't even know, but the two of them really hate each other. Every time they talked to each other, one would end up hexing the other. This would mean I'd get involved because Ivy is my best friend, practically my sister. I don't complain or try to get Ivy to ignore her; I think it's hilarious when Ivy hexes Roxanne when she's fed up of her.

My family at school ignored me, or only acknowledged my existence when I tried to get a rise out of them. I didn't keep tabs on my family and only heard about them through the grapevine. For example, I knew that the second biggest scandal to hit the Weasley-Potter family since my sorting was from Roxanne.

The end of our fourth year, Roxanne told our cousins that she was dating Scorpius Malfoy.

Scorpius Malfoy, the son of the enemy of our Uncles Ron and Harry. Scorpius Malfoy, the seeker. Scorpius Malfoy the boy who got into as much trouble as frequently as I did. Scorpius Malfoy, the Slytherin.

Scorpius Malfoy wasn't the same, skinny, pale little blonde kid as he was in first year. Over the past five years, he had now become the tallest boy in our year, he had filled out with muscle, his voice wasn't squeaky and high, it was now deep and low.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't the squeaky little kid, he was now the very attractive, popular, man.

At first, the family went into overdrive that Roxanne was dating a Slytherin. According to Ivy, who heard it from Vinnie who's Scorpius's best friend, her brother tried following him all round the school and even tried to threaten him.

For a few weeks, Roxanne was shunned by the family as much as I was, and since I hung around with the other Slytherins, including Scorpius, Roxanne was in the Slytherin common room a lot.

When she brought him to the Burrow for one of the Uncle's birthday meals over the summer, and the Aunts forced their husbands and children to talk to him, they fell in love with him. He used his charm, and then all of a sudden another person joined the list of Weasley-Potter's who got preferred over me.

I'm not bitter towards Scorpius, like the other Slytherins, excluding Ivy and then Logan of course, Scorpius and I co-existed perfectly by each other. We were more friends than enemies, but I wouldn't necessarily call him a friend.

The only thing the two of us had in common was the fact our best friends were twins, which meant we occasionally had to hang out with each other.

A/N – So this is the first chapter of mine and misspotter94's story. It will be different to the normal Rose/Scorpius fic out there. Let me know what you think? Oh and read Misspotter94's other stories they are amazing!