Sweet little boy with the golden curls
Like a pretty china ornament- loved by the girls
He's delicate and fragile, breakable and slim
(And he's wishing for protective arms to stay around him)
Cool grey eyes peering out at the world
"The splitting image of his father"-how he hates those words
For he is his own, not a daddy's boy at all
With the heart of a Hufflepuff, he'll make love, not war
Unlike his father, Scorpius is shy
No walls of 'Malfoy Pride' for him to hide behind
The whole of him is open for inspection- exposed
(And it doesn't take much to paint his canvas cheeks with rose)
Tiny and slight- he's a target for mirth
Boys teasing and jeering- a verbal war at first
But he's not equipped to deal with it- just hangs his head in shame
Believing every nasty taunt, self-deserving every name
Each and every battle the bullies know they've won
By the tears shining in his eyes, falling one by one
By the violent sobs that rack his body- small, petite
By the way his curious gaze now falls- resting glumly on his feet
Albus Potter watches- never joining in
But also never helping out- never stepping in
To stop what he knows is bad- cruel and mean and wrong
He's building up his courage though, trying to be strong
His efforts are noticed, by our china-child
And raise within the tiny boy feelings well, not mild
He dreams of the Potter boy, late at night
And a blush springs to his creamy cheeks when Albus is in sight
But he tells none, for in whom could he confide?
Far better to contain his love, and from himself to hide
For he's a freak of wizard-kind (the jabbing voices jeer)
A gay shirt-lifter, a fag, a prick, a queer
While Albus pauses, the bullies' courage grows
Instead of merely throwing words, now they're throwing blows
Scorpius- the ornament- wasn't built for this
His china's cracking 'neath the blows, smashing under fists
Purple bruises blossoming on snow-field skin
But china-boy believes the taunts, welcomes pain in
The crack of a rib, a head on the floor
A splash of bright red- he can't take any more
(and his consciousness fades into whitegreyblack...)