Vocabulary
A Harry Potter Fanfic
Pairings: James Sirius Potter/Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
Warnings: Slash, Yaoi, Gay, Jokes in Bad Taste, Swearing, Poor Grammar, Teenage Angst, Puppy-Eyes Pout,
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: This idea nabbed me when I was rereading "The Epilogue". You know which one I mean. I actually dislike it, it was a choppy ending, very unsatisfying. And there's also the fact that I greatly dislike both Ginny and Albus Dumbledore (Dumbdork).
James Jr. reminds me of Sirius Black, so I was like, why not write a story involving him? Then I was bored (again) and started researching the Malfoy family, to see if there were any updates on the Lexicon. I saw Scorpius, and BAM, it hit me. I love slash. I want to write a story about a rule breaker. Why not write about James and Scorpius?
I'm high on life and chocolate, so I apologise for any mistakes I make.
Affiliate: to adopt or unite, to join
10 year-old James Sirius Potter lay sprawled at the feet of his Uncle Ron, fiddling with his brand-new wizarding chess set and half-listening to Ron's tales of his days at Hogwarts.
"James!" The boy's head snapped up and he glared at the gangly man who dared interrupt his game. Ron glared back, good-naturedly, and said, in a less urgent voice,
"Do you know what house you want to be sorted into? Gryffindor, right?" James shrugged, the Hat will do as the Hat wishes.
"I don't really care, Ronald." The man sent a true glare at his unruly nephew. James had taken up Hermione's habit of referring to his Uncle by his full name, as it annoyed him to no end.
"I don't see why I bother even trying, we both know you won't listen to a word I'm saying. Your mother would have--" Ron fell silent at the mention of his late sister, Ginny, who passed away seven years previous, after giving birth to Lily Luna. Since then, he and Hermione had assisted the heart-broken Harry by babysitting the kids while Harry was on top-secret auror missions. But Hermione was dropping off Lily and Al, James' other sibling, at friends' houses, and then running some errands, so today it was just uncle and nephew.
"Mom would have told me to ignore you, she said you have a tendency to 'stretch the truth'." James rolled his eyes just as his mother had shown him. Ron's ears turned a little pink.
"Hmm. I'll have you know it's been about a million years since I last 'stretched the truth.' Your mother would agree!" His nephew snickered behind his hand, knowing that his simple-minded uncle wouldn't get the absurdity and irony of his statement.
"Whatever you say... Ronald."
"James Sirius Potter. You may not listen to me now, but you'll be sorry. If there's one thing I want you to promise me, it's that you won't affiliate yourself with Slytherins, they're a bunch of slimy gits, and they always will be. And don't tell your Aunt I said that! She'll kill me, or at least, make me sleep on the couch for a month. Here, let's shake on it, you're going to Hogwarts next year, you're old enough to keep a bargain. Do you promise never to speak with the cowardly snakes?"
He held out his hand to his nephew, who placed his smaller palm in Ron's grasp. James firmly shook his uncle's hand, and maintained eye contact for the length of the shake. As Ron turned to tidy up his side table, James grinned evilly, and uncrossed his fingers behind his back.
A/N: I hope I didn't bore you too much. This was my prologue, my exposition, my testing the waters. I haven't written Harry Potter fanfiction before, so this was different for me. The next chapter will take place in two years. If I get snowed in (which I most likely will, considering my weather conditions, I might update sooner).
Goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs mutate and take over the universe.