A/N Hi this is my first fan fiction I hope you enjoy it. I don't think of myself as a very good writer but I'm giving it a try:)
this Fic will be mainly switching prospectives of Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley which will hopefully end in Scorose!
Warning: Self-harm and depression and Anxiety is big in the story it may trigger a relapse
disclaimer: I do not own the harry potter universe only JKR does.
Scorpius:
Today is the day before my favorite day of the year, heading back to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for my 7th year. I know, I know what the heck is wrong with you scorpius! School is the worst. And if I had a normal home life and childhood maybe I would agree with you, that the workload just plain sucks, and all the teachers seem to be out to get you.
But I just don't. Wanna know why?
Because my father is a git, and my mother is a coward, and my Grandfather is a cruel man. The only relative of mine on the Great Malfoy Side that I like, is My Grandmother Narcissa, she seems to be the only one who remotely gives a damn about me, not some stupid family honor bullshit. You see I am the first Malfoy to be housed in Gryffindor, and naturally my wonderful family freaks the fuck out. Lets just say I was threatened to be disowned at least 5 times by both my father and grandfather when I came home for christmas holidays in my first year. And years before that terrible revelation my family tried to craft me into the perfect aristocratic Slytherin Malfoy, which resulted in many nights of myself crying in bed over trying to conform into a person that just wasn't me, for people who don't even care about me.
My father would give me lecture upon lecture about giving off a poised and collected demeanor, one that all Malfoy's must master if they ever want to be a true heir, do you hear me Scorpius! And My grandfather would get in screaming matches with me about how mud-bloods are beneath us and blah, blah, bigoted nonsense, blah. Of course I would yell back and say how we are all magical so what difference does it make? Which would end in him calling me a "muggle-lover" and I would get a good, hard slap on the cheek that would shut me up, and keep on making him feel bigger than me.
I can still sometimes feel the sting that was left over for hours after, if I really think about it.
Lets get back to the present shall we? Right now I lay awake in my bed at Malfoy Manor waiting to see how long I can stay here without my parents/house-elves/grandparents noticing. So far its been 20min since I've woken up at 9am, I usually wake up at 12 seeing as I am a teenage boy, but I woke to the sound of a Hogwarts owl with my letter, and inside is the badge that is keeping me glued to my bed.
A Head boy Badge.
Oh my god, noooooo.
You might be wondering if this is one of my weird things where I should be excited instead of feeling like I will most definitely throw up all over my parents expensive Persian rugs because of my messed up life? And the answer is yes. When my father finds out about this he will be reminded of how I was not put in Slytherin, then he will think If Scorpius my disappointment of a son, Gryffindor got head boy, then that means the great house of Slytherin didn't! I'm mad now. And obviously my Grandfather will go down he same thought process as him, so we will all get in a heated debate while my mother shrinks away in the background. And I bet not once will they think to be proud of me.
Yeah, how fun.
So I lay here getting more anxious by the second, did I mention I have anxiety? I wish my best mate Al was here, he's pretty good at making me forget about the whole my entire family hates me thing. It can be a pretty distracting topic.
"Master Scorpius, you are wanted by the Missus and Mister Malfoy in the Formal dining room." says our house elf Milky
"I'll be right there, give me a minute." I said as I started to crawl out of my king sized bed.
Milky gave me a deep bow and said "Of course, Master Scorpius." and then he disappeared from where he stood.
When I realized he left, I shut my bedroom door and went to inspect myself in the mirror. I was tall even for a 17 year old, towering over most people at 6'2 but my stature was lean and wiry like my fathers, with muscle lacing my thin body because of my position as seeker for Gryffindor Quidditch team. My hair is a very light almost silvery blonde that you mostly only see on babies, I keep it sleepy head messy, but not too much and I never put in gel. I have the signature aristocratic high cheekbones and slightly thin lips of the Malfoy family, the only thing I don't get from the Malfoy side of the family are my very vibrant green eyes with grey flecks in the center that most people don't notice. the green is from the Greengrasss side of the family.
As I put on a black hoody and dark jeans rolled up slightly at the bottom (a very muggle outfit that annoys my family a LOT) I head out the door and down the stairs to where my hateful family is waiting for me. It gives me an eery feeling of myself walking to my grave, only a little.