Hi so i recently got into the Scorose ship and i just asdfghjkly (need i say more?)
its my first HP fanfic EVER so bear with me as i stumble along, desperately attempting to recollect facts i thought i knew. and what's worse i have a LOT of reading up to do on the next gen. *sighs* i'll do my best here... with character development, humor, and who knows- maybe a good ol' romance. but i'm getting ahead of myself.
Disclaimer: these characters are mostly canon and semi-canon. i will notify the use of an o/c if the need arises.
So read on lovelies, and leave a review. it will help me along fantastically. don't i sound down right British?
Hah.
I'm Asian.
The first time Scorpius met Rose he could barely keep from retching. Mind you it wasn't entirely the Weasely's fault- although she wasn't all that aesthetically appealing either- rather, it was the unfortunate situation he'd been in at the time that had caused his internals to twist uncomfortably. It was the first of September, as you'd have it, and Malfoy Manor had been in a fix all morning. Breakfast was massive and there'd even been an assortment of ginger cookies (Scorpius' favourite- it reminded him of Christmas). And of course the fact that his mother had baked them herself for the special (if not somewhat expected) occasion sent his father into a tizzy.
Malfoys don't bake!
Last I heard they don't whine either.
Somehow, his mother always managed to shut his father up smartly. Women, Scorpius decided that day, were a thing to fear. And so indeed his mother proved as she presented him with a small basket within which nestled a fat fluffy ball of… fluff.
Malfoys aren't to be associated with furballs!
Is that so? I do seem to recall something about a ferret…
Scorpius couldn't help but be amazed. How his mother silenced the most feared man in all of England he'd never know. Maybe he was exaggerating a tad bit, but maybe he wasn't.
And so the Malfoys found themselves at Kings Cross Station hedged in from all sides by bustling wizards and witches and their respective offspring. Cats mewled and owls hooted and Scorpius swore he heard a toad belching in the melee. Oh the joys of public transport. Even eleven year old Scorpius could tell the train ride ahead was bound to be distasteful. But he was getting ahead of himself. The red steam powered machine lay dormant in its tracks, occasionally spurting steam sideways or chugging loudly at random. Scorpius half expected it to explode. He shoved his trolley around in an attempt to maneuver himself towards the train and earned a mighty snort from his father who immediately covered it up by clearing his throat into his sleeve.
'It's too heavy,' Scorpius wanted to whine.
His mother caught the desperate look on his face from where they stood a few respectful meters away and slowly turned to her husband with a subtle glare. His father didn't seem to understand. Astoria prodded her husband once more and nodded discreetly in the direction of their flailing child.
Draco Malfoy growled under his breath.
Scorpius could almost feel a Mafoys don't/can't/won't/shan't/will not/will never/ever ever/never ever speech coming along so he took a deep breath and yanked his trunk off the trolley in hopes of placing it inside the train and promptly fell over backwards.
His mother sighed.
It was then and there, while lying on his back on the cold station floor that he realized he had no idea what he was doing. Pretty pathetic for a Malfoy if you asked him. Also, he noticed that he was being watched.
Quite intently if he might add. A small round face peered at him from above, framed by an abundance of wild red curls. Brown eyes took in his state owlishly, set against pale skin with an impressive smattering of freckles. The girl cocked her head slowly and her lips parted as if she was about to say something. However what she was about to say he'd never find out for at that very moment the rest of his luggage decided it was the right time to slide off the trolley and onto his stomach.
Scorpius grunted under the weight of the smaller trunk and his vision went all swimmy. His gut clenched and he could almost feel the scones from breakfast making their way up back up his esophagus. The redhead disappeared from his view as his father (finally) swooped in to the rescue, picking him up gently from the mess he'd made and setting him on his feet. In the basket the little black kitten purred.
While his mother fussed over his tousled hair and his father begrudgingly righted his luggage and set them on the train, Scorpius looked around for his red haired watcher. She stood a few feet away, eyeing him pensively. Her short hair stuck out around her face and contrasted greatly with her pink sweater. It was monstrous, her sweater- a glaringly hideous monstrosity of wool embroidered with a massive red R for Merlin knew what purpose. The sleeves somehow managed to be baggy around her chubby frame and her midget height did nothing to assist her appearance. Only her eyes, massive and hazel, seemed somewhat worthy of comment. Somewhere along his analysis of her Scorpius found himself feeling better. Of course he was still nervous, but at least he didn't look like a nargle on top of it all. Once his mother was done with his hair he'd be back to Malfoy perfection in no time at all. But his mother didn't withdraw. Her hand froze atop his head and he felt her stiffen behind him. His father did the same from where he was standing, guiding the last of his luggage into a train carriage. The older Malfoy looked as if he was seriously considering flinging one of his son's trunks across the station and Scorpius was keen to find out why. He wasn't kept curious for long.
'There you are Rose, ready to go?'
A massive… gaggle of gingers had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and were now crowded around the homeless looking nargle- girl, he hastily corrected. They were all dressed in similar sweaters with massive letters on each of their chests. Scorpius saw a recurring pattern arising. He saw a brunette amongst the redheads at some point and then someone with a darker shade of hair stepped forward to help his son into a carriage. Scorpius recognized him immediately.
Could it be? He couldn't possibly be seeing the one and only Harry freaking Potter on his FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! Oh how the fates fancied him!
'Father,' he began in all excitement, turning round to face the older Malfoy.
'Not a word,' his father snapped.
'But that's-.'
'I know who it is, Scorpius, listen to me when I tell you to be quiet. See those red people?' his father asked with a look of mild scorn towards the latter part of his sentence.
Scorpius began nodding but stopped when his mind suddenly made the BIGGEST revelation ever and he spat out; 'The Weaselys?!' in pure delight.
His mother's hand on his head twitched.
'Yes them,' his father bit tersely. 'You will stay away from them.'
Scorpius badly wanted to object.
'I don't want you to associate with them, speak to them or- Salazar forbid- befriend them. Any of them. Is it understood?'
The stormy look in his father's grey eyes made it clear he wasn't asking a question.
Scorpius didn't object. He took the basket with the cat in it and cradled it to his chest.
' Can I maybe at least speak to Mr. Potter?' he asked the ball of fur sleeping inside.
Luckily, his father ignored him and led his mother away from the train.
'Have a good year, Scorpius,' his mother called back. 'Write home, dear.'
The blond haired boy waved back, unseen, and clambered onto the train without further thought. Any more inspection into the rather violent turn of events would most likely make him want to retch again.
Finding an empty cabin at the far end of the train, Scorpius settled into a seat and placed his kitten in the one next to him.
The screen door slammed open at that moment, revealing three panting second years. One was a shocking redhead and another quite resembled the Chosen One. The third stood outside Scorpius' line of sight.
The tallest boy, whom Scorpius had deduced as a descendant of the Potter bloodline, seemed to have recognized something in the younger boy as well.
'Well, well,' if it isn't a Malfoy,' he said with such scorn, Scorpius was rather surprised they weren't related. 'Sod off, kid, we're seniors.'
'By one year,' Scorpius pointed out humbly.
The redhead beside the Potter snickered. 'He's smarming you, James.'
'The nerve,' the twelve year old boy replied. 'Scram before I give your ears a good knocking.'
'There's enough space here for all of us,' Scorpius said stubbornly, and somewhere at the back of his mind his conscience signed a death wish.
James, or so he had been called, reddened furiously as his friends laughed in an uproar. 'We don't want to sit with a stupid Malfoy,' he spat. 'And his… is that a cat?'
Scorpius gulped. The Potter boy grinned evilly.
'Oi Fred, see this! Malfoy's got a CAT!' he yelped, clutching his face in mock astonishment.
The kitten mewled, basking in the new found attention and Scorpius found himself feeling rather protective of her. Was it a girl? He didn't care.
'It's a pretty common feline, if I say so myself- although I can't comprehend why it amazes you so much. I figured the likes of you would have at least seen a cat before. How disappointing.'
Oops.
He hadn't meant to be rude.
The cat mewled louder.
'The likes of….,' James trailed off, repeating the younger boy's words before they finally registered. 'Why you!'
He launched himself into the cabin and Scorpius was faced with the pure, unbridled fury of a truly enraged Potter- that is, until the train lurched forward and the older boy toppled to the floor of the carriage with a loud crash. The screen door slammed shut and the boys outside laughed uproariously as they stumbled around outside the cabin. Scorpius reached over to steady the basket with the kitten in it.
James Potter writhed at his feet in obvious pain, mumbling to himself about a 'funny bone'.
Scorpius was sure it wasn't a real part of the human anatomy.
The screen door slid open once more and another small brown head peered in.
'Hello,' the boy said tentatively. 'Is this seat taken?'
Scorpius shook his head, no.
The boy opened the door fully and glanced down at the pained Potter by with a surprising lack of surprise.
Did all the Potters humiliate themselves on a regular basis, Scorpius wondered. He'd have to find out soon, a part of him urged. The other part of him couldn't care less. It just wanted to get on with the school year without any trouble.
The minute James caught sight of the other boy, he leapt to his feet, still cradling his elbow.
'Albus, you're here, great. I was just… dropping by. That's great. Sit here. You'll be fine. You don't need me anymore do you?' Potter chuckled nervously. 'That's great. See you later.'
And with that he left.
Who was this boy who could dispel bullies so easily, Scorpius mused, watching the newcomer intently. The eleven year old settled down across him and placed a cage onto the seat beside him.
'Is that an owl?' Scorpius asked with genuine interest.
The other boy grinned brilliantly. 'It's the exact one my father had; a frosty owl!'
Scorpius pursed his lips. 'You mean a Snowy owl.'
The other boy's enthusiasm seemed undeterred. 'His name is Hatuuih. I named him myself. It's actually German… and a variation-,'
'A variation for the name Hedwig,' Scorpius said solemnly, surprising himself with this nugget of information.
Now where had he read that before?
'H- How'd you know?' the boy stammered, clearly upset with having Scorpius rain on his moment.
'You do know it's a feminine name, don't you?'
'It's a… what?!'
'I'm Scorpius Malfoy, by the way.'
'I know,' the other boy murmured, looking rather baffled and unsure of what had to be done with the barrage of information he'd recently procured. 'Are you sure it's a girl's name?'
'What Scorpius?' the blond scoffed. 'Of course not.'
'I meant- never mind,' the other frowned in confusion. 'I'm Albus.'
Scorpius nodded, feeling a need to prod for further information but willing to let it go for now.
'Is that your cat?'
'Cats are perfectly fine pets,' Scorpius shot back immediately.
'Calm down, Scor I was just asking,' Albus placated, holding his palms up before himself.
The blond stiffened at the nickname and stared at the boy opposite him without blinking. Albus coolly peered out the train window and watched the greenery as it whizzed by.
He'd never been called anything but Scorpius before. Father occasionally called him 'son' and so did Mummy. Well…. His mother also called him Scorpy dear, Scorpius love, Scorpy my angel, Scorpius my treat, little fox, panda bear, turtledove, and even child, you there and SCORPIUSHYPERIONMALFOY if he was insufferable. But that was his mother. That was different.
He eyed Albus. Small Albus. Mysterious Albus.
The boy had a hideous bowl cut around his face, his hair sticking down as if held there by a barrage of charms and glue. His shirt collar peeked through the v-neck of his woollen jersey and suddenly Scorpius found himself wondering why there wasn't an A on the boy's clothes.
What on earth had brought that line of thought on?
They passed through a tunnel and the cabin fell into darkness. Albus stroked is owl for comfort and Scorpius heard him whisper to the bird. His own cat purred a little but when he poked a finger at her, she only nipped at him.
Scorpius didn't care. He didn't mind the dark really. It was sort of comforting. However, having heard of stories about train rides in the dark and unsuspecting dementor visits, he was always vigilant.
But he wasn't scared. No sir.
He was still convincing himself of this when the screen door to their cabin slammed open for a third time and he could barely keep his heart from leaping out of his chest, much to his mortification. In front of him, Albus squealed a little.
'Is that you Potter?' a feminine voice from the doorway asked blindly into the dark.
Almost as if on cue, the train left the tunnel and the cabin brightened and Scorpius turned around to shoot daggers at the boy seated before him.
Albus was… he was a Potter?! Oh no. Hadn't his father warned him… oh GREAT. He'd just made his first friend and it had to be a Potter. Brilliant. Just swell. Now he had to find new ones. Or a new one rather. He could almost feel a migraine coming along. He hated disobeying Father.
Voices from around him drew him out of his stupor and he shook himself in time to see the newcomer reaching into his basket.
It was the girl from the station.
'A KITTEN, how CUTE!' she cooed in an absolute girl voice and Scorpius found himself wanting to retch again.
'Rose, get out of Scorpius' stuff!' Albus groaned, looking embarrassed.
Be embarrassed, Scorpius frowned. What have you unleashed upon us, Albus?
The 'Rose' ignored the Potter boy. 'I'm sure Scorpius doesn't mind.'
'I do actually.'
Dammit. He was rude again.
The red head pouted, but returned the furball back to its nest. The kitten whined in protest, much to her satisfaction.
She plonked herself into the seat beside Hatuuih. The owl hooted gently. 'So Alby, want to introduce me to your friend?' she asked amiably, stroking a finger through the owl's feathers.
Albus glanced out the window. 'He's my friend Rose.'
Scorpius stiffened again. Was he being… fought over? Already? Well, dammit all- how was he to leave the Potter boy now?! They'd literally become blood brothers.
Scorpius had never had a friend before. Maybe he was exaggerating again… or maybe he wasn't.
The red head stuck her tongue out at Albus and turned to face the blond. 'I'm his cousin,' she said as a way of introduction. 'Yes I'm a girl, and no I don't have cooties. I'm a better flier than Alby and I'm the fastest in the family. I can probably fly faster than you, so don't call me girly. I've also won a fight against Teddy Lupin with my bare hands and if you knew who I was talking about, you'd be very scared.'
Albus snorted derisively but that didn't deter the redhead's smarmy grin.
'I'm Rose,' she said loftily. 'Rose Weasely.'
Scorpius could barely contain the bile in his throat.
a/n: well? how was it? good? bad? meh? terible horrible yucky uck? are you going to run away and never come back?!
Merlin, no! stay, review and i PROMISE i'll churn out a better chapter for the next one... pls don't go... i have hp feels to share...
