A/N: This is a rewrite. It's slow going because I'm in school and I want to edit and such before I continue with this story. For those of you who have already read it, I'm not planning on changing anything big, but I am planning on making progress.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry to disappoint you.

Seventeen-year-old Rose Weasley, eldest child of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley, knew that this was not going to be a particularly good day. She had rolled out of bed at exactly six forty-five intending to take a long leisurely shower before having to deal with the rush of the inevitable last-minute packing and preparation before having to leave for the train station. It was, after all, September 1st, the day that Wizarding children aged eleven or over from all parts of the British Isles made their way to King's Cross Station to board the Hogwarts Express and begin the school year at the famed Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Rose stumbled down the long, comfortably carpeted hallway, her hair a messy halo of dark red fire and her eyes halfway closed, to the bathroom only to find her thirteen-year-old drama-queen of a sister already monopolizing the shower, vanity and pink tiled floor. "Sylvia!"

Scorpius Malfoy had been up for hours. He had packed three days ago and was currently pacing around his room wondering angrily why the hell the clock was moving so slowly. He hated September 1st more than any day of the year. Not because he was leaving the home of his birth and his caring parents, but because he knew he would have to come back.

His parents loved him, of course, but they didn't know him, and they didn't even realize they didn't. His grandfather was a constant boil on his backside with his spiteful comments and rigid adherence to "the old days." School wasn't the easiest place in the world for Scorpius, but it was at least a dose of freedom. Soon, though, everything would change. He was seventeen, an adult. Sooner than he could imagine, Scorpius knew he would be making his own decisions. He just needed to be out of this house.

A/N: This is actually an edit. There isn't much that changed, really. A few phrasings, that sort of thing. What I want to address is the addition of Sylvia. I won't ruin anything for those just finding this story, but I do want to say that as a fanfiction writer I have every right to add or subtract characters as I please. I like her, because she serves a purpose. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story.