But, Dad...

I chew on my lower lip as I shift in the empty booth section. What if I am put in Slytherin? I mean, Dad said it was okay, that Severus Snape was a great man and-

He just goes on and on and on sometimes.

The door slid open, making me jump. A boy with white-blonde hair and grey eyes gave me a shy smile. "Can I sit here?"

"Well, no one else is. Go ahead," I smile, gesturing to the seat across from me.

He smiles gratefully and holds out a delicate hand. "I'm Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy."

I blink, taken aback. Malfoy?! Then again, Dad always says-

I really should stop letting my father's words dictate my life.

"I'm Albus. Albus Potter," I answer, shaking his hand. He looks just as surprised as I was when I heard his last name.

We're silent for a little bit, only the sound of the train filling the air.

At last, Scorpius cocks his head to the side and says, "My dad talks about yours a lot."

"My dad talks about yours a lot, too."

"I'd rather be friends, you and me, than what they were at Hogwarts. Enemies or whatever."

I smile again and nod. "I'd like that, too."