"Scorpius?" My father asked as he pushed open the door to my room.
"Yes dad?"
"Your mother and I have something to discuss with you." He stepped in further and my mother followed closing the door behind him.
"Okay?" I sat up in bed and shifted my oversized pajama shirt as it slipped down my thin shoulder.
"Well you know soon you are going off to our alma mater, but before you do you need to know why you have not been raised in the English magical society."
"Okay?"
"Back when your grandfather was young a dark wizard started to come to power, and your grandfather followed him, he was part of a band of witches and wizards known as the Death Eaters. The dark wizard was called Voldemort and he and his Death Eaters killed many many people in an attempt to purify wizard blood lines."
"What do you mean bloodlines?"
"Well you can have two magical parents who come from all magic families like your father did making you pureblood. You can have one magical parent and one muggle parent like you do, which is a halfblood, or you can have two muggle parents and just happen to be magical which is called muggle born." My mother said.
"So the Death Eaters, their eventual goal was to end muggle borns, and rise above the muggles to create an entirely new social structure to the world. Voldemort" my father choked on the name.
"Voldemort and the Death Eaters were willing to kill anyone who stood in their way. I know you have read about this in a few of the books I have given you, and you know also of the time that Voldemort…" My father shivered and stopped.
My mother intervened "was stopped temporarily but then he returned and the terror started again and your grandfather got tangled up in it again, bringing your grandmother and your father into the dark side of the war with him."
"I hurt a lot of people Scorpius, and your grandparents hurt a lot more. I was lucky walking away free, I have my father, and his money to thank for that, but I couldn't be the one to live back in that society and take the stigma out of the Malfoy name, but you my boy you can." He leaned forward and put a hand on my leg, his eyes locking with mine for a long while before he continued.
"Son you are so gentle and kind, you're smart, and playful and so slow to anger. You my boy can be sweet and mellow enough end the fear of our name. It is a huge burden, one that I knew was just cruel to impose on a child and I was going to send you far away from Hogwarts so you wouldn't suffer from being a Malfoy." He paused.
"But Scorpius my son, if you choose to you can get past the whispers and the stares and the accusations of a dark heart with your sincerity, and your genuine kindness. I never thought I would have such a tenderhearted son, but you balance it so well with this quiet strength I don't understand."
"Scorpius with your strength you could win this battle against our name and earn a better opportunity for your sisters, your children, and grandchildren. I don't want you to feel pressured into going to Hogwarts or into clearing the family name. I just want you to know the whole story before you decide."
My mother squeezed her hand with my father's knowing he needed the strength after telling me of ou family's weakness.
"I only really know what your father has told me of this world, and what I have read but it sounds like you are up against quite a scarring family history, and you don't have to be. Scorpius, if you would like to stay here in America and go to school with your muggle peers and be magically homeschooled, or if you would like to go to another magical school we can talk about it. We want you to be comfortable with where you go, and what you do."
My father nodded slowly agreeing with my mother's words "We'll give you time to think."
"No." I said squaring my shoulders in what I wished looked tougher than it probably did. "I'll go to Hogwarts, I am proud to be your son." I said as confidently as I could manage.
"Scorp we are proud to be your parents."
"Little man, you have been so strong with your sisters' illness's and all of the pressure it has put on you. You are so sweet and kindhearted to the twins. We just know you will show your kindness at school and everyone will have no choice but to accept that you aren't like my father and I." My father concluded.
"Now we have a week to get you ready for school. How should we start?" My mother asked.
They stared. They all stare. I could feel them watching my parents and I as we walked into the dirty pub. I cringed against my father and I felt his hand land softly on my shoulder.
"It's okay son it's me they hate, you just happen to look a little too much like me for your own good." My father said softly, and out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother slip her hand into his, and lean over to whisper in his ear. "They don't know you, Draco. They only know of your unluckiness twenty years ago. They don't hate you; they hate what they think you did."
"Its just unnerving. It's not what I wanted for my son."
"It will pass." My mother said as we trailed my father through the pub to a brick wall which he carefully tapped with his wand and it opened to reveal and shopping square bustling with people.
We wandered from store to store my mind overwhelmed with the sheer number of magical items I had never even imagined possible. My father had told me stories, I'd read magical books, and the magical newspaper from America but it was very different seeing it all in person.
My mother was equally lost. She had no idea magic as real until she was engaged to my father and he told her what he was.
"This place is amazing." She said for the tenth time that day.
"It is." I agreed again. It was strange that despite the stares I felt more at home here than I had ever felt in any mall or store.
Here is the prologue to a story of the first day of each year the boys are at Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy and review.