A/N: started ro write over a hear ago, so anything you recognise from other stories is coincidental. Characters and world belong subsequently to J.K. Rowling or BBC television regarding Merlin. Not enough to count as an crossover. The chapter is not betaed, my beta cannot correct my mistakes so anyone out there who wants to be my Beta let me know. I have completed several chapters and know how it ends. I'll like to leave my story with unexpected twists but will not put it within warning tags so take a risk in reading this. As for Scorpius/Rose their pairing is the only thing that is certain.

Hope you enjoy the ride.

"The Old Religion? Is that something you were taught?"

"It's not something you can learn. Either it's a part of you or it isn't."

— Merlin and Balinor[BBC television]

Chapter 1,

Present day.

Hogwarts.

Dark green, nearly black, fabric bellowing behind them as they walked, purposeful strides, heading gleefully towards their destination. Footsteps aligned like clockwork. Anyone in the castle hearing thos steps knew what was coming. Or rather who were coming. Their pack a tight knitted one. The outer world couldn't penetrate the group, they forcefully fought against it. No one could hurt them, emotionally nor physically, anyone trying, feeling their wrath. Keeping themselves to themselves, never lashing out unprovoked. Four boys, three girls, comprising seventh year Slytherins. Closely followed by the younger years. Ignoring others as they stride through the corridors.

Striving to be the best at everything. Relentless. No inter house contact for them. They don't need to mingle with inferior beings. It is a waste of precious pureblooded energy. Energy saved to be spend on more impending tasks, keeping their unity, fending for themselves. They had learned it the bad way, they had not been spared. Never asking for it, it had been forced on them.

The boy with silver blond hair and mercury cold eyes as their leader. Oozing authority. It is undeniable. It can be felt throughout the great hall, always entering in unison.

The others wait for him to be seated, as he sits the other members of the House of Slytherin follow, they sit together, like a military rehearsed group. He had never ordered them to do so, they did so on their own accord. He sits at the back, watching over his house. Keeping them in line. Anyone who tries to defy him feels his wrath.

No one dares to challenge. He knows what is best.

His father and grand father wealthy notorious former death eaters.

This is his story, he had not asked for it, all he wanted for his life was to be left in peace. It wasn't to be... It had been decided a long time ago it was written in the stars Orions belt should have been studied more meticulously.

The leaders name? Scorpius Malfoy

Past:

Scorpius Malfoy boarded the train trying to find the compartment with his friends in it. During Summer Holliday's they met up and agreed to meet in the train. Their families had made sure they grew up together, somehow they all ended up being raised as single children. He looked for them on the platform but did not spot them. However he saw the famous Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The golden trio, obviously they also had children on the Hogwarts express. Next to them a rather pretty girl with red hair. She looked at him and returned to talk to Hermione Granger. His dad said hello to the threesome and they nodded back. He boarded the train, towing his truck into the train saying goodbye to his mum and dad.

His dad pulled him close, whispering: " Scorpius be wary of other pupils they can give you a hard time, they can resent you for being a son of a former death eater"!

"But dad you have changed , surely they must know"! He looked up to his father. He was kind, generous and eager to get rid of his youthful errors.

But boy, Scorpius was proven wrong by the Potter and Weasley boys. When he met them his number just came up.

He inadvertently stumbled into the compartment filled with red heads, blonds and two black haired. "Uhm oh sorry he sighed you're compartment is full I take".

One of the older black haired boys whistled and exclaimed, "Woaah, the silver haired death eater Malfoy". Let's get him. His eyes grew wide as the others looked at him furiously, he didn't know why they flashed such angry looks at him, before he knew it the other boys were raised to their feet. Scorpius bolted through the narrow corridor but couldn't escape. He felt a foot trip him as he slammed down with his head against a glass door dividing the separate carriages.

James, Fred and Louis cornered him and started attacking him. They stumped and kicked him so relentless he crawled into a foetal position. He tried not to feel the punches in his gut, the kicks in his ribs, his mind drifted of to another place.

Finally they let him go, heading back smugly to their compartment. Leaving Scorpius in a mess.

He crawled up trying to hold on to the smooth train walls, leaving behind bloodied fingerprints. His nose bled, he sported a black eye and suffered several bruised ribs.

One of his mates found him and dragged him into their compartment. Zabini, Nott, Goyle and Parkinson. They were only scrawny eleven year olds. There wasn't much they could do, they felt lucky and angry at the same time, it wasn't any of them, but Scorpius was one of them.

The Weasleys and Potters ruled Hogwarts, their clan was massive.

Scorpius vowed to live up to his family's reputation. He knew it would break his fathers heart, but he had to survive the coming Seven years.

Scorpius and his mates got sorted into Slytherin. As their forefathers before them.

The Weasley/ Potter clan were either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. The red headed girl sorted into Ravenclaw. She was as smart as her mother, she wasn't the boisterous kind, her brain and common sense guiding her actions, never diving into something without giving it thought.

All of his first year Scorpius and his mates would practice their duelling skills. His mates suffered a somewhat same fate as Scorpius. But somehow Scorpius always got the harsher treatment.

Scorpius would head into the forbidden section in the library and dig up dark magic spells. He practiced his wand less magic skills.

He even went to his granddad for help during Christmas. The patriarch of the family knew how his grandson could deal with what was thrown at him. Scorpius returned a different boy.

He got ready for second year. Trained hard for quidditch or so everyone gathered, he adopted a rigid training schedule, strengthening his muscles so it seemed.

When the new batch of first years arrived he and his fellow second year Slytherins took them in, protecting them as well training them into the art of dark magic. They set up a dark magic society. What went on nobody knew. There where whispers and rumours.

A new breed of Slytherins were born.

Rose never liked the way her male siblings treated the Malfoy kid. She stayed away as far as possible. Luckily she got sorted into Ravenclaw.

She did very well in all of her classes.

She loved divination, herbology, potions, she was very skilled in healing magic.

She volunteered at the medical wing every other Saturday. She already mastered wand less magic before she went to Hogwarts. Sometimes it is easier to mend people without holding a wand. Some potent charms and spells needed to be performed with a wand. She was sure the use of a wand would become increasingly smaller.

One Saturday she was on duty at the medical wing when Scorpius was brought in.

A Gryffindor beater accidentally beat a quaffle against his broom when Scorpius went after the Snitch. It hit his broom so hard it caught Scorpius off guard and let him plummet to the ground. He broke several ribs.

He was rushed to the medical wing.

The healer scanned his bones with her wand, he'd broken some ribs. They had to cut Scorpius quidditch shirt.

Rose was very skilled at administering skele- gro and her fingers eased pain.

Scorpius was in a lot of pain. But he didn't flinch as she gave him the skele- gro potion.

Mending broken bones being one of the most painful healing procedures around.

Rose had always admired Scorpius physique. His toned body, sporting just enough muscles, not to much though. She watched him play Quidditch, not that she was into the sport, she felt uncomfortable about her cousins hitting him, keeping an eye on him from a distance.

But now he lay broken in front of her she had to set aside her admiration and had to focus on the job at hand.

Her fingers had to work their magic. Mrs. Solidago Viraugea counted on her to ease the patients pain.

She needed her utmost concentration, using a silencing charm so she could work in peace.

Rose brought her hands to Scorpius chest, barely touching his skin chanting softly, tracing his ribs.

Scorpius squirmed as she touched him. She knew even the faintest touch would hurt immensely. She put some ointment on her fingers and started to follow his broken ribs. She felt the skele- gro work under Scorpius skin. Healing his fractured bones, he was bound to react, he had so many. Rose focused on the fractures, her task healing them, alleviating pain.

Scorpius body resented the skele- gro potion, he started to fever up. Which wasn't uncommon in a patient who suffered so many broken bones.

Scorpius was burning and sweating profusely. He started to talk gibberish as the fever intensified.

Rose had this gift. She could relieve pain with her fingers. The pretty redhead with her green eyes could indeed perform magic with her fingers. She found out when she was seven years old her cat hurt it self, she started to stroke it. The cat became at ease and marvelled under her touch. She shouldn't have been able to perform magic at that age, let alone wand less magic. It stunned everybody around her. Nobody in the Weasley family possessed this ability. Hermione started to wonder if it came from her background, her parents were both Muggles. Hermione always wondered where he are abilities came from. She started to dig into her family tree before but always came up empty. Now she felt like she should dig around more the roots of the tree and look into historical facts. Her family on her mothers side, had always been close or in the vicinity of important historical events. She found something that had taken her by surprise. She needed to hide this until Rose was old enough to share. She hoped she would never have to relay her knowledge. If what she had found was true Rose could end up in a lot of trouble. It concerned the Malfoy family, they al ready had proven not be messed with. Draco showed no signs in the direction of the prophecy, so maybe it would never be fulfilled. Luckily Hermione worked up in the higher echelons of the Ministry of Magic, she could keep tabs on changes in the magical forces.

Rose smiled inwardly about her mum, she was so serious sometimes about her healing abilities. Hermione told her she could work magic with her fingers. Her mum is a Muggle born so sometimes she talks Muggles. Of course they all had magic in their fingers. But Rose did not need a wand to perform certain spells.

She could even touch a person now and feel their soul. But she didn't give in to that one to often. She wasn't advanced in this kind of magic just yet. Sometimes the other soul would touch hers and it would become a burden.

Professor Trewlany helped her to come to terms with this blessing. Rose knew she could aid people thus, wanted to pursue a career as a healer.

Mrs. Solidago Viraugea saw her potential after talking to Mc Gonogall and Trewlany, offering Rose a part time position at the medical wing.

Being assigned this position she was in charge of relieving Scorpius' pain.

Rose hated her cousins for treating this boy as they did in his first year. She really felt for him back then. But after their second year at Hogwarts he became so dark and angry it scared her and the rest of the population at Hogwarts. She would make sure she stayed away as far as possible. His anger and darkness would sometimes seep through his body and would affect Rose. She always felt some sort of connection toward the boy, attributing it to the fact that she was so overly sensitive about her cousins being the culprits, making her an accessory for not aiding him.

But now she could at least ease his suffering a bit.

The boy became restless so she turned her attention back to him.

Scorpius started to pant and writhe under his fever.

Rose got a bowl of cold water and a cloth and started to dab his forehead. He seemed to ease bit under her touch.

She started to wipe his chest with the cloth. His intake of breath a bit more evenly as she did so. His beautiful toned but bruised chest marvelled in the moon light.

As the head of medical staff cut of his quidditch jersey Rose noticed two distinctive tattoos on his upper arms. On his right arm an impressive scorpion, on his left arm he sported a TriSkelion anti clockwise. It consisted of three swirls joined in the middle. Rose knew it was some sort of Celtic ancient symbol. Anti clockwise also meant is was a dark signature. The rumours concerning this young man had a true ring to them after all. It sent shivers down her spine.

Rose decided not to let her apprehension control her healing vocation. She would stay all night and make him a bit more comfortable.

She accidentally touched his head with her fingers. Whilst dabbing his forehead, he had been in a particular agonising sweat filled nightmare. She was sucked with a jolt into the scorpion tattoo he sported on his right upper arm.

"Scorpius, stop the whining and pull yourself together" a voice roared!

Scorpius shivered with anxiety. He wanted to please the voice but was also afraid.

"So the Weasels and Potters are tormenting my grandson!" Scorpius looked at his grandfather towering above him.

Eager to please and to be appreciated by the strong men. He admired his strength and will power. That is what he would like to be some day.

He loved his dad dearly, but people did not fear him. At least not his peers. They respected and appreciated his efforts after the war. His wife was a loving and doting person who volunteered in major welfare committees.

If Scorpius wanted to learn anything about being feared he needed to turn to his grandfather.

This first Christmas back after enrolling into Hogwarts Scorpius understood he needed this man to teach him how to be feared. Because he never wanted to feel out of control again. He and his fellow Slytherin brothers and sisters were not to be messed with again.

He wrote his grandfather after he was attacked several times at Hogwarts, pleading the old men to help him at all costs. He couldn't survive the torment's. His grandfather owled him back, telling him anout an old family secret society, in which he could be inaugurated. But he couldn't tell his dad. He wouldn't approve.

One night during Christmas holidays he had asked Scorpius to accompany him to the Malfoy Manor dungeons. Scorpius wouldn't set foot in there, his mother hated it there. When he had followed his grand father down the ancient steps. They seemed so much older than the manor above. They walked down dim lit corridors which twisted and turned, Scorpius wouldn't be able to find his way back, they neared a large domed chamber a couple of fire lit torches illuminated the room, an altar place in the middle surrounded by three pointed pilars. It gave Scorpius the creeps. A few hooded wizards were standing in a circle.

"Scorpius take of your shirt. We'll start the initiation. Lucius took of his shirt and showed Scorpius his Death Eaters Mark and his TriSkelion mark. The mark given to him by Voldemort. It used to call him to serve the Dark Lord. After his demise it still adorned his father's and grandfather's grandfather must've been nearing his sixties, his body still looking like he wasn't over forty.

Lucius let Scorpius in on the Prophecies of the Old Religion. Once his farthest ancestor known: Iseldir a druid chieftain who lead his druid clan, once in possession of the Cup of Life and a part of the Triskelion. He lived in Camlann in Scotland. On the ruins of his old dwellings, Malfoy Manor was erected.

Lucius took his wand, burning a TriSkellion on Scorpius left upper arm and a small tattoo of a scorpion on Scorpius upper right arm. It hurt like hell. But it gave Scorpius a feeling of empowerment. He felt as if he was struck by lightning. A power surged through his body, from the top of his skull towards his toes. Scorpius shuddered as his body welcomed both hot and cold currents.

"As your power increases so will your scorpion. You can watch it grow. It will feed on fear and power!"

Rose winced as she felt the poison creep through Scorpius veins and arteries.

She felt sad for Scorpius. He had to go through such an ordeal to relent to this extreme measure. She felt anger towards Lucius for feeding on Scorpius frailty.

Scorpius opened his eyes with a shock and grabbed Rose arm. Piercing her eyes with his dark liquid mercury orbs. He pulled her close and hissed: "This wasn't yours to see, tell anyone and you will feel my anger and power"! he squeezed her arm tightly. Rose winced at the pain he was inflicting upon her his grip was very firm.

He closed his eyes again and let go. Rose stumbled and found the chair next to his hospital bed, slumping into it. This vision had drained and tainted her soul. She had to catch her breath and composure.

The Red head fell into a restless sleep. Visions of scorpions haunted her. A white rose kept appearing alongside it, softening the scorpion.

She was determined not to let him frighten her.

Alongside his anger and darkness a small silver bright line. The prophecy not yet fully fulfilled.

Rose looked over to the blond, she needed to dab his hot skin with fresh cold water, she took the bowl filling it at the tap.

Rose walked over to the linen closet , taking a new wash cloth from the shelf.

Scorpius was still sweating. So Rose started to dab his head and chest again. Determined to ease his suffering. She had worked hard keeping Scorpius comfortable, falling asleep again, this time her dreams where a bit less frantic.

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