A/U: Hehe... I bet you all thought it was over, didn't you? Well guess what, it isn't, and we have a brand new story. Of course it is set a while after the second one, Ten years actually. But do not worry! Everything that has happened will be revealed in the chapters ahead, like a catch up, okay?
The Mudblood's Daughter and The Scorpion's Fall
"Come near me again, Malfoy, and I will make sure you burn," Rose Weasley-Parkinson stated, flicking her long deep red hair and spinning on the heel of her black converses, her grey mini-skirt swishing as she walked away from him, adjusting her red blazer. She had on her Gryffindor tank top under it, over her white shirt, and had on white tights, under her skirt and red leg warmers. Scorpius smirked, his hands shoved in his pockets, his long, sandy blond hair blowing about his face in the breeze. Beside him, his best friends snorted with laughter, mocking and jeering her as she walked away.
"Mate, one of these days she is actually going to kill you," Herrick Mora stated, a dark-skinned Pure Blood, wearing full Slytherin uniform and had dark brown dreadlocks. He had his arm around his girlfriend and Scorpius's other best friend, Lucretia Sinistra's, waist. She had dark green hair, pulled into a messy bun, and wore Slytherin robes as well. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she giggled happily, hazel eyes ecstatic after having watch him pick yet another fight with the Gryffindor.
Fights between the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were not uncommon. The strain of the last wars had done nothing to repair house relations, instead driving them further apart then ever. The other three houses all were wary of the Slytherin's, believing that they would attack them given half a chance, and because of this, the Slytherin's were naturally always on the offensive against the other houses. Even with Scorpius's own mother as Headmistress of Hogwarts, nothing could be done to prevent the house rivalry, it had gotten beyond help, and the suspicion would always be there between them, there was no helping it. Even in families, the rift between Slytherin and Gryffindor was wide.
Abraxus was now a Gryffindor, which had automatically pitted him against his brother, who was Slytherin and proud. While Kathleen had been the last of Charissa's children to go into Slytherin. Esmeralda, Elizabeth Bilius, Corvine, Claria-Jane and Felicity had gone into Gryffindor, Lucien into Ravenclaw, and in Cassali's case, Hufflepuff. Artie was in Gryffindor with Abraxus, so had lily Luna when she had gone to Hogwarts. Out of all the children in the combined families, only Scorpius, Narca-Jane, Dominique and Kathleen had been in Slytherin. Narca-Jane was now thirty, and too old to care about her House in school, Dominique had passed and Kathleen was one of the shrewdest business entrepreneurs under the age of thirty.
Only Scorpius was left to actually fight the battles against his entire family of Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's. And he did it with such conviction his mother had occasionally been tempted to pull him out of the school and place him in Durmstrang.
"She could try, but we all know I am the better dueller," Scorpius sneered, and Herrick smirked, while Lucretia cheered him. Scorpius ran his hand through his hair, looking around the grounds for something, or someone, to do. "Shall we blow off Ancient Runes? I'm really not in the mood to listen to Babbling go on and on about something I couldn't give a flying fuck about," he suggested, and Lucretia looked up at Herrick, biting her lip.
"Well, actually... we kind of have to go to class, Scorpius. We missed the last four lessons," Lucretia stated and Scorpius cocked his eyebrow, at the growing blush on her face, before rolling his eyes and hissing fine. He turned and began to walk towards the Lake, unconsciously tracing Rose's footsteps, while Lucretia frowned. "Scorpius! We don't mean anything... Oh bollocks. He's going to think we did this on purpose, isn't he?" she asked, looking up at Herrick, who shrugged.
"He'll think what he wants to think. It doesn't really matter, Retia," he told her and Lucretia exhaled heavily, frowning, before he kissed her, trying to distract her wandering mind. Scorpius stomped along the grassy plain, down the path towards the lake. He could see the Hufflepuff's training on the Quidditch pitch to his left, and the dark, towering trees of the Forbidden Forest to his far right. Normally, that's where he would go, just for the thrill of being in danger, in the darkness. He always felt so much more comfortable there, like he belonged in those woods. He could think there. He bowed his head, his hair hanging around him, loose, and kicked a pebble.
"Scorpius!" he heard someone shout, and he looked up to see Felicity clambering towards him, trying in vain to keep from dropping all her pieces of paper, books and quills as she stumbled down the stone path towards him. The thirteen year old girl tripped, and ended up falling into him, typically clumsy as always. She smiled up at him, one ponytail high up the side of her head, falling everywhere, the other at the base of her neck, falling down her front to her stomach. She had on her black school robe, and grey skirt with her Gryffindor vest over her white shirt and tie. Her legs were covered by knee-high red socks, and she had on black school shoes. "Sorry, Scorpius, I didn't mean to fall on you. But I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Get off me, kid," he said slowly, and Felicity realised she was still holding onto him for balance. Flushing, she let him go, frowning when she realised she had dropped everything she had been carrying, and that her papers were now floating all over the grass, towards the Forbidden Forest. "What do you want? You know the rules," Scorpius said, referring to the 'When we are at school, we DO NOT know each other' rule. Felicity scowled, wishing that stupid rule didn't exist, before opening her mouth to speak.
"Felicity, what are you doing talking to him?" the overly sing-song voice of Cassali interrupted, and Scorpius inhaled heavily, turning to face her. She looked perfect as always, every curl neat and in place, her fringe braided along her forehead. She wore a long sleeved baby pink top, under her white shirt. Her vest was baby pink as well, with the Hufflepuff crest on it. She had on pink over-the knee socks, and pink converses. Her wand was already in her hand as she regarded Scorpius suspiciously. He could already feel his annoyance at all the pink rising.
"If you would let me sp-" Felicity tried again, only to be interrupted by Scorpius, speaking to his fellow seventh year, Cassali.
"Don't butt in, Pinkie. She came over here to talk to me. I didn't ask her to break the rule, did I?" he snapped, and Cassali opened her pink-glossed mouth to retort, oddly cold for a Hufflepuff, when felicity stomped her foot, glaring at them both.
"Look, I just had to tell Scorpius something, okay, Cassali? You didn't have to come over! He's family, he isn't going to do anything to me!" she defended Scorpius, and Cassali rose her eyebrows, before saying 'Are you sure?' sarcastically. Felicity glowered. "Yes, I am sure! Now go away! I have to talk to Scorpius!"
Cassali gasped, her eyes going wide at her younger sibling yelling at her, before sniffling. "I was just trying to help," she whimpered, and then ran back down the path she had come up, towards her Hufflepuff friends. Scorpius rolled his eyes, and Felicity groaned.
"Okay, so I was just going to tell you that... er... I can't remember now..." Felicity trailed off, looking confused. "Oh well! I best go catch those papers, bye Scorpius," she waved, before skipping away, chasing a stray sheet as it just escaped her clutches. Scorpius shook his head in annoyance, as he reached the edge of the lake. Looking around, he made sure he was the only one around, before climbing up the ladder of the dock. He shrugged of his black robe, pulling on the knot of his tie and letting it fall onto the wooden planks that made up the dock. Tugging his Slytherin jumper over his head, he undid his shirt and slid it down his arm.
The sun overhead was warm on his pale skin, and he closed his eyes, turning his face up to the sky, before kicking off his shoes, and pulling his trousers and his socks off. Standing in his silk green boxers, he flexed, stretching his muscles, before he took a running leap of the dock into the cool, murky water, cannonballing into it with an almighty splash.
Rose was in a bad mood. It was visible to all around her, including Claria-Jane, who sat next to her in Transfiguration. Her cousin fidgeted on the bench that their row was sat on, her fringe pinned back in a quiff, and the rest of her wavy brown hair pulled into a messy bun at the back of her head. She wore her robe done right up, ever conservative, or just to hide her paint speckled uniform, her shirt collar crooked and bared visible. Her eyes flickered from her notes, to rose, and then back to her notes again, before she gave a heavy sigh and turned to face Rose.
"Okay, what's he done this time?" she asked, and Rose snorted, snapping 'What hasn't he done!' in a quiet hiss. Claria-Jane rose her eyebrows. "He can't of done anything that bad, Rosie. I mean, he's still Scorpius, isn't he? Nanny would kill him, she views him as family you know?" Claria-Jane told her, causing Rose to scowl.
"He isn't even blood-related," she seethed, and Claria-Jane bit her lip from mentioning he was actually her third cousin, just smiling patiently and nodding while Rose mumbled about how Scorpius was such a jerk, and how she wanted to hex that stupidly long hair off his head. Rose pushed her hair behind her shoulder, growling that she really wanted to get it cut, when if got in the way of her quill again. "He thinks he is so cool, when he's just a jerk who is mean to everyone else. And how the hell can he pass his N.E.W.T's if he doesn't even go to class? It's just not FAIR!"
"Miss Weasley, is something wrong with the way I am teaching my lesson?" Professor Rimes snarled, and Rose's eyes widened, looking at Rimes fearfully. She shook her head, frantically. "Well then pay attention! If you interrupt me again you will be in detention! Until then, ten points from Gryffindor," Rimes informed her, her voice grave, and Rose's eyes widened, as she nodded, twisiting her fingers on the top of her desk.
On the other side of the classroom, in which the Slytherin's sat in rows of five, they could be heard snickerign and laughing at her. Rose flushed bright red, looking down at her desk. When the lesson finally ended, by the signal of the bell, at 3:40pm, Rose was thankful to get out of class. She raced down the Transfiguration Corridor, not paying attention to her surroundings, or Claria-Jane who called her name.
She didn't look through the archways out onto the fountain, where the majority of the students were gathering to meet up from Potions, Transfiguration or Defense Against the Dark Arts. She went through the room that joined the main classrooms and the greenhouses to the part of the castle that had the Great Hall and the Courtyard. Crossing over the bridge, she stayed firmly in the centre of the bridge, staying away from the stone walls that prevented you from falling over the edge. She was walking past the classrooms lining the courtyard, and towards the West Wing, and the Study Hall, when she heard crying.
Looking around she couldn't see anyone, but the caring person she was, she began to sought out the sobbing person. Looking in each of the classrooms, she dipped her head through a large, wooden door, into an abandoned classroom. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and everything was coated in a heavy coat of dust. Sheets covered the windows, making the classroom dark, and the room had a musty stench to it. "Hello?" she called out, when the crying became louder.
It abruptly stopped, and she heard shuffling, before someone replied 'What do you want?'. Rose opened her mouth to reply as a Ravenclaw came out the shadows, wiping her eyes. She was a sixth year, and Rose knew her because she had been Scorpius's girlfriend that morning. Scorpius was very private about his relationships, and didn't like it to get around just how many girlfriends he had actually had. The only reason Rose knew the Ravenclaw had been dating him, was because she had tried to announce their relationship. By her crying, Scorpius had not taken it at all well.
"I was just wondering if you are okay," Rose told her, and the Ravenclaw girl eyed her suspiciously with brown eyes. The girl was pretty, but then so were all of the girls Scorpius dated. He wouldn't settle for less. She was of Chinese origin, with olive skin. Her black hair was pulled into a small beehive, and then into a long braid. Her uniform was crisp, and neat, her collar done right up to her neck, with her tie securely in place. Her Ravenclaw vest was over the top of her grey skirt, and she had on a black robe with dark blue hems. On her feet were grey school shoes, and she had on blue tights. "What's your name?"
"Tina Chang," Tina told her, and Rose nodded, going to reply her name, but was stopped by Tina. "I know who you are. Rose Weasley," Tina stated, and Rose blinked in surprise. "You can't be that shocked. we learn about your father in a History of Magic," Tina said, and Rose flushed red. They did learn about her father in History of Magic, and her Uncle Harry. And Everyone in the school knew Hermione. She was the headmistress of Hogwarts.
"So, why were you crying?" Rose asked, closing the door to the classroom and leaning against it, giving Tina a sympathetic look. Tina frowned, looking at her hands, before she sighed, sitting on the edge of a desk.
"Scorpius broke up with me. After I gave him... everything, he broke up wit me. We were together for a month! He broke my heart," Tina said, fresh tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Rose resisted the urge to say 'and many others as well', sliding over to Tina and placing a hand on her arm, comfortingly. "I hate him... I hate him so much..." Tina sobbed, and with that, Rose made up her mind.
Scorpius Malfoy was going to pay.