Disclaimer: EVERYTHING belongs to the wonderful and talented J.K. Rowling. And I am not she… So, with that said:
I'll probably never completely understand why Ian and his ditzy twin sister, Leah, decided to attempt to befriend me. Certainly the rest of the school shunned me. I,Scorpius Malfoy, the Slytherin heir apparent, was dethroned. From the moment the sorting hat announced; 'RAVENCLAW!' I was shunned by those who had been my friends. Certainly my enemies gloried in my disgrace. Above all He was not pleased. And when He is not pleased people tend to die.
The reasons why they attempted to befriend me are to deep for me to fathom. Maybe it was because we were both outcasts. They were the fifteen year old home schooled duo, who had not attended Hogwarts until fifth year. And I was the dethroned Slytherin heir apparent. Certainly they were the only ones brave enough to talk to me. Other than the teachers, and the occasional sympathetic Hufflepuff, no one would talk to me except to insult me.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this vein of thought. I've thought about them practically every waking moment. I've pretended to lose track of them. When He decided he could make something of me I had to. Otherwise they would have become targets. I visit whenever I can. Though often they don't know I'm there. I see them usually huddled together on his or her bed talking quietly together. When I hear them I hear they are worrying about me. Wondering how I am.
Occasionally they do know I'm there and then for a few happy hours it is just like Hogwarts; sitting in the corner of the Ravenclaw common room chatting quietly. Sometimes I can forget the horrible destiny He has planned for me. These periods of pleasure are brief. I risk much for them. And they are worth it.
I know how it tortures them not to know how I am. And it tortures me to know they are being tortured. And they know how it tortures me. They know and are not able to help. They try to hide the pain. They know why I cannot visit more often and why they cannot write.
Sometimes, as I'm about to leave, torture is evident on my face because I know I will not see them again for another six months or so.
But sometimes I understand what drew them to me in our fifth year. Sometimes I understand why I let them befriend me.
Sometimes.
So..yes. I just had to get that out on paper. Reviews, please? :)