Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or any recognizable part of this story- this applies to the whole thing.
A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this story. I have put up the first two chapters today but I will not be able to update regularly, sadly, as I am SUPER busy with school and work right now. I will try my best though! Ch. 1: Last Goodbyes
Scorpius glanced around as he hurriedly made his way to their fireplace. He was running late and this was one of the few times he actually wanted to make a good impression. As he grabbed some floo powder from the pot of the mantle, he clutched the letter he held in his hand tightly. He looked over his shoulder once, saying good-bye for the last time to the house he'd lived in for fourteen years. Quickly blinking away his tears, he threw the powder into the fire, watching as the flames turn green.
"Potter Mansion" he said firmly, before stepping into the flame.
After catching glimpses of several other fireplaces, Scorpius finally stepped out, entering Harry Potter's house. As he waited to be acknowledged, he looked around, taking in every detail of the room he had entered. Unlike most others who owned mansions, it seemed that Potter wasn't really into antique pieces that were of importance. Instead, the room had a modern touch to it, looking quite muggle. The only hint that this was a wizard's house was the bookshelf that contained many books on magic and the history of the wizarding world. As he gazed at the books, there was a sudden POP, making Scorpius jump and trip on the edge of the rug. As he righted himself, he looked up to see who it was.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," squeaked the house elf that had just popped in. "Master Potter shall join in minute. He says to sit and make yourself comfortable." The house elf gestured toward the couches available next to him.
Nodding, Scorpius made his way to the couch that was just next to the bookshelves. Still feeling nervous, he ran his hand through his hair, trying to get it to sit flat.
"Would Mr. Malfoy like to drink anything?" asked the house elf, who he now noticed wore a uniform, instead of the standard pillowcase most were forced to wear. He had always known that the Potters were famous for treating house elves and any half breed's with kindness, but seeing it firsthand made him respect Harry Potter even more.
"Yes, sure, can I have some tea please?" he responded to the elf who bowed slightly and disappeared to (presumably) get his tea. Not a minute later, there was another POP, and the house elf appeared with a cup of tea in his hand, as well as a plate of some scones.
"Thank you... uh-?" he said, raising his eyebrow in question as to what the elf's name was. Contrary to popular belief, one of the things his father had taught him was to never look down on someone and Scorpius felt that not asking the elf's name would be doing just that.
The little elf's eyes widened in surprise, "My name is Livy, sir."
Scorpius smiled at the elf's surprise at his question. "Well, then thank you Livy," giving her nod to signal that it was okay for her to leave now. Livy gave him a small smile before disappearing once more, with a loud crack.
Taking a scone in his hand, Scorpius sat back into the couch, sipping at his tea as he waited for Harry. Now alone, he forgot momentarily about his nervousness and got lost in his own thoughts. He could see the rain falling, gently rolling down the window like tears, bringing back painful memories. Just four days ago, on a cold and rainy afternoon like this one, he had attended his father's funeral.
The sky was dark and cloudy as the rain fell steadily down onto to the solemn crowd of people gathered around a coffin. However, as the entire group was comprised of witches and wizards, no one was getting wet. Except for Scorpius. He refused to cast a spell that would keep him dry. Why should he? His father, who now lay dead in front of him, had always loved the rain. He had always said it made him feel as if the Earth was being cleansed of all its sins, which was really all that Draco Malfoy had been trying to do for the last many years.
His father had done everything he could to bring up the Malfoy reputation that had been tarnished by his grandfather, Lucius Malfoy's ties with Voldermort. Now, for the most part, people didn't step back in fear when they heard the name Malfoy, and they were once again treated with respect. Of course, there were still some who believed that all Malfoys were evil and belonged to Azkaban.
Scorpius blinked, tears mingling with the rain, he realized that the Minister had finished talking and was now looking at him, a question in his eyes. Scorpius sighed, and nodded slightly before steeping forwards to speak.
"I know that there are many people who believed my father to be an evil man, whose sole purpose in life was to rid our world of anyone who wasn't a pureblood.
But they're wrong.
He was a kind man who, unfortunately, didn't have the chance to show his true self to the world until his own father, Lucius Malfoy died. It's true, he was a death eater, but only because he had no choice left- if he refused, his parents would have been murdered in front of him, and then he too would have been killed.
During the last few years, he has worked hard to prove the true man he was, and I hope with all my heart that he has succeeded. He was a kind, brave man, and above all, a loving father and husband."
As he finished his speech, Scorpius steeped back, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself than he already had. After a moment's pause, the crowd gathered in to say their own last goodbye before slowly trickling away. While he stood there, several people came up to him to give their condolences and shake his hand, but he wasn't interested. He'd been hearing the same words for the past few days and was tired of them.
"Thank you" he murmured, to what seemed to be the last guest.
Finally alone, he went up to his parent's grave, where he could see the words he'd requested elegantly carved in the headstone.
In loving memory of:
~Draco Lucius Malfoy~
June 05 1980- December 14 2021
A kind and loving father, husband and son
~Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass~
April 17 1982- October 15 2017
A wonderful and fun mother, wife and daughter
Memoreritin saeculum
"By Dad, I love you... have fun up there with mom" he whispered, before silently walking away to go back to his home where he would soon find the letter his father had left for him.
Scorpius sat there deep in thought, unaware of his surroundings. He didn't notice when a man in his early 40's walked into the room, silent as a thief. The man had hair the colour of the night sky and emerald green eyes that shone with a twinkle behind his box shaped glasses. At first glance, he appeared to be short and lanky. However upon closer inspection, it was clear that he had a lot of muscle- the kind that could only come with the rigorous training he took part it in as an auror. Of all his features, the one that was the most prominent was a faded scar on his forehead that still gave off the distinct image of a lightning bolt. The man simply stood there, watching the boy carefully before announcing his presence.
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