A/N: O hai everyone. :) This isn't really a new story; I've been posting these chapters over on Livejournal for a while now, but since finally added Scorp and Al to their character list, I figured I might as well update here too!

AS/S (Albus Severus x Scorpius) is my OTP, kthx. This story is basically a short recollection of their Hogwarts years – 5 for each year that passes, resulting in 35 fics overall. It's fully canon-compliant. You can expect slash, since I ship them, but not until the very later years.

They're not Harry and Draco clones either - I've tried to make them their fathers' sons yet let them be themselves too.

Al and Scorp don't belong to me, btw

1st Year: 1/5
PROMPT:MUTUAL DISLIKE

Where had James and Rosie gone?

Albus stood at the door of an empty compartment with his hand on the oak paneling, anxiously surveying the long walkway of the Hogwarts Express. He marveled at his ability to lose everyone in sight – his cousin had disappeared somewhere along the train and James had gone off with his 2nd year friends; he knew they were somewhere harassing the trolley witch. James always bragged about it to him and Lily when Mum and Dad weren't around.

"Are you going to go in or not?" A drawling voice broke through his thoughts. Albus blinked, staring up at a thin, haughty looking boy with blond hair and dark eyes.

"Um, yeah," he managed to sputter before squeezing into the room, eyeing the other boy's large gray owl that hooted indignantly from the cage. "A-are all the other compartments full?"

What was his name? It was something weird – Scorpion? Something like that? He sometimes heard Uncle Ron talk about the Malfoys in the Ministry when they came over to dinner, but the discussion was often clipped and short.

Malfoy replied with a grunt and settled his pet on the next seat. Albus was glad to see him sit; he looked a great deal smaller when he sat. The boy stood several inches above him already – questionably thin but nowhere as frightening as his father, even though they were almost doppelgängers. Albus had caught a glance at Draco Malfoy on Platform ¾; the tall man was incredibly cold looking.

An awkward silence blanketed the two, save for a few hoots from the owl; Albus wondered briefly if he should initiate conversation, but it probably wasn't a good idea… he was never very good at ice-breakers.

"Your father's Harry Potter, correct?" The question erupted in the quiet, and Albus looked up to see Malfoy give him a pained, curious look.

"U-um, how did you know?" Albus asked. He had gotten asked that a few times, coupled with the same strange look.

"You sort of look like him, at least you kind of do in the Chocolate Frog pictures of him," Malfoy's cheeks had turned a faint, blotchy pink – as if his confession was something much more embarrassing. "Not that I keep them or anything." He added quickly, though it was a much softer mutter. "Father doesn't let me…"

"Oh," replied Albus with an odd expression – he had never seen Dad on a Chocolate Frog, but then again, he didn't like them very much. "Why doesn't he?" Instantly he realized this was a very tactless question – somehow, he knew their fathers didn't see eye to eye. However, Uncle Ron was delighted to tell him all about that 'git' Malfoy and how cowardly he was – it was just a list of bad qualities, really.

And he's a priss, Albus recited silently, twiddling his fingers absentmindedly, and a real fruitcake. Whatever that means.

"He doesn't like your father." said the boy, obviously not entirely comfortable with the subject. Albus, who was not as thick and oblivious as his older brother, promptly shut up.

Suddenly the door was wrenched open and James peered in, a mischievous grin splitting his face at the sight of the pair in the compartment. Albus noted with scorn at the large amount of Liquorice Wands, Sugar Quills and various other sweets that James held in his arms.

"You're hanging out with him?" he jeered, "you really are going to be in Slytherin, Al."

Albus paled and scowled, "James! Mum told you to stop saying that."

"You heard Uncle Ron – he'll disown you if you go in there!"

Hearing the glee in his brother's voice, Albus' scowl only deepened. "He only said that to Hugo! By the way, where's Rosie?"

James shrugged and closed the door behind him – apparently his younger brother had expended his relatively short attention span; Albus heard him laughing with his friends outside.

"I don't like him. No offense."

Albus turned back to the Scorpion-something-or-other, who had a look of disdain plastered across his face, leaning against the elbow he had propped on the armrest. His dark eyes flickered to the door and back to the smaller boy in front of him. Albus chuckled – he couldn't help it; Malfoy's unimpressed look amused him greatly.

"To be honest, neither do I."

They both shared a small smile.

"Scorpius." The boy leaned forward on his seat and offered a hand.

Albus hesitated for a moment – it was good to have a friend, but wasn't Scorpius going to be in Slytherin? He hated to see James' face if he accepted the friendship of a Slytherin. But Dad – Dad had said it was alright. And besides… it wasn't like he was pledging himself to the House. He was a Gryffindor.

He took Scorpius' hand and shook it firmly.

"Al."