a/n: So. Just to clarify a few things, Legacy takes place in an universe very similar to that of The Penetrator of Darkness: Year One and The Scorpion and the Wolf. There's a few differences, of course: Scorpius has a younger brother called Melun (well, the Malfoys aren't known for their normal names, are they?), it's not Crossover (like TSatW), etc.

There are four chapters. Every one of them is more or less 1000 words, except for the third chapter, which is *drumroll* 3000 words! :O I've written all of them and I'm posting every one of them today, so no fear :D

Father's Will

As the casket was lowered into the ground, Scorpius Malfoy turned away.

He didn't want to see. He didn't want to see this confirmation of Father's death, didn't want to give himself another reason to feel guilty. If only, if only. The words had been swirling in his mind for the past week – first for Mother and Grandfather's funerals, and then when Grandmother sat him, Melun, and Megara down to tell them the news. The Healers couldn't save Father. He was living off machines. It was time for them to let him go.

The wizard attending to the funeral, Mr. Haskins, recited a few final words in his sombre tone. Scorpius barely listened as pieces of the speech floated by. "Caring... Hard-working... Rest in peace... He shall be missed..." Scowling, Scorpius corrected him internally: No, he shall not be missed. Harry Potter was probably laughing, holed up in his office. The fire had killed three Malfoys. Three more blood extremists off the face of this Earth, he was probably thinking gleefully.

He swallowed as his eyes began to well up again. Beside him, Rose Weasley put a hand over his. "Everything okay?" she said softly, her grey blue eyes flickering over to his steel grey. Scorpius felt his throat become tight again. Rose's voice was never soft. Only when something really bad happened. Like this.

"Yeah," Scorpius managed to reply. "Everything's fine. Don't worry."

Rose looked at him again, her eyebrows knitting together. "If you say so."

"Scorp." His brother, Melun, sat down beside him. "Hey."

The older boy barely looked up. "Oh. Hullo, Mel."

Melun was silent for a moment, and then he said briskly, "Well, Grandmother told me to call you. They've been... digging around the Manor – what's left of it, at least – and they've found a few things. Like... A few stuff that Father's giving us from his will, remember?"

Those last words finally made Scorpius lift his head. "What?"

"Seems as if Father kept his stash in the dungeons... which haven't been burned too badly. At least, compared to the rest." Melun sighed, sounding much too tired to pass for a fourteen-year-old boy. "Scorp, what I'm trying to say is, they've got the stuff from Father's will in the dungeons, and they want us to claim it."

He gritted his teeth, feeling his stomach drop. "I am never going back there again."

"Well, good, because neither am I. They're bringing it over in half an hour." Scorpius' little brother twisted his mouth, a wry smile curling at his lips. "And Megara tells me to clean yourself up. Apparently, you look like a right Mud – tramp, or something."

Scorpius sighed, not missing the cut out 'Mudblood' for anything. "Right this way." Idiot sister.

"... And to my elder son, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I leave my Pensieve. I trust he puts it to good use," the Ministry official read. His bony fingers rested on a small stone basin, which was simply decorated, with only the Malfoy crest engraved on each of its sides. He reached over, into his briefcase, and pulled out an intricate, charred-looking crystal vase which was sealed off at the top. As he peered at it, Scorpius saw silvery wisps swirling inside.

He couldn't believe his eyes. This silvery substance, he'd only seen it once before. He'd been a first year, lurking in the Headmaster's office, when he happened to come across it. Memories.

"... Curious," the Ministry official said in an unctuous tone, raising his eyebrows. "Simply curious... Mr. Malfoy, I don't suppose you know the reason your father left you not only his Pensieve, which is a rarity in itself, but some of his memories, too?"

Scorpius shook his head. "No. He never even mentioned to me once that he had a Pensieve."

The Ministry official shrugged, moving on to Melun's inheritance, while Scorpius continued thinking. He'd meant what he'd answered the Ministry wizard, but he hadn't said the whole truth: it was rare for Draco Malfoy to even speak to his blood traitor, Gryffindor, 'Mudblood-loving' son.

Which left him wondering: Why had Father left him his bloody memories?

Scorpius paced in the room, his hands clasped together. "And then I'm wondering – why in Merlin's baggy Y-fronts did Father give me his memories as my inheritance? Everyone knows, I mean everyone, that he hates – that our relationship is – was – less than amicable!"

Al Potter looked uncomfortable. "Maybe there was something important in them. Maybe your father somehow knew what we were working on, what we were fighting against... What do you think, Rose?"

Rose shrugged. "It's probably more complicated than that." She turned to Scorpius, her blue eyes bright. "You know what you have to do, Malfoy – view the memories. That's all I can say. Your father left them to you for a reason."

That night, he thought it over as the hours ticked away on his Muggle alarm clock.

Rose was right, that much he acknowledged. Father wouldn't have left his most personal possessions – his memories – to his elder son for no reason. There had to be something in there, something important. He had to view them at this very moment; he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

Running a hand through his hair, Scorpius kicked off his covers and moved to the foot of his bed, already picking out his clothes from the pile of dirty laundry that lay there.

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