Scorpius Malfoy looked miserable. Thats because he was. His father was sending him off to Hogwarts and expected a perfect, Slytherin son, like Vincent had been.But his father didnt understand that Scorpius thought Gryffindor was a much better house. He would never, in a million years tell his father this, no way. He wouldnt tell his mother, Vincent or his father. He would just go, and be the best Slytherin he could be. "Time to go!" Scorpius' mother yelled. "Yes, mother!" Scorpius yelled back down at her, and clambered down the stairs. The next seven years would be dreadful, and Scorpius hadnt even gotten on the train yet. With a sigh, he walked into the room his mother was in, waiting for him with Floo powder.
