Hey guys! This is my first fan fic, and I absolutely LOVE Draco Malfoy he is the BEST! So I decided to write a story about his son, who by the way looks nothing like he does in the last movie. Sorry this chapter is so long, I couldn't think of a way to split it up so I left it like this.

Disclaimer: obviously, I did not write HP, and it is not mine. Not mine.

Chapter 1:

Scorpio couldn't find a seat. Most of the compartments he'd passed on the Hogwarts Express were full, and the ones that weren't had hostile occupants. The noble name of Malfoy had a bad reputation those days. It had once commanded respect and power in the Wizarding world, but since the arrest of Lucius Malfoy and the downfall of the Dark Lord's supporters the Malfoy family had fallen from grace. Scorpius Malfoy was easily recognizable as the son of Draco Malfoy – he had the same blonde hair, pale eyes, and shrewd, pointed face. His frame was thin and lanky, and he was quite tall for his age.

Scorpio managed to lug his heavy trunk all the way to the back of the train, where there were less people to hiss at him as he struggled past the glass compartment doors. Finally, he stopped, panting, outside a door with only one person in it – by the looks of it, another first year. Scorpio sighed in relief and opened the door, peering at the person sitting with his face pressed to the window.

"Hullo! Can I sit here?" He asked brightly. The person jumped and turned around. Scorpio's heart sank. He'd know that face anywhere – it was an almost exact copy of the famous Harry Potter. Untidy black hair, green eyes, straight nose, but no scar. Yep, it was Mr. Potter's son, all right.

To his surprise, the boy's face broke out into a huge grin. "Hi!" He said, almost breathlessly. "Of course you can sit here! I've been sitting here for ages, but no one would stop to introduce themselves or anything." He paused. "I don't really know anyone else who's a first year yet," The boy added a bit shyly. "I'm Albus, but people call me Al. What's your name?"

"Scorpio. Pleased to meet you. You're Mr. Potter's son, aren't you?" Scorpio asked, sitting down across from Al with his trunk next to him.

"Yep. It's weird that everyone calls me 'Mr. Potter's son', and most of them don't even know my name." Al replied. He peered a little more closely at Scorpio. "Hey, you look familiar. Is your dad Mr. Malfoy? I saw him on platform 9 ¾."

Scorpio shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. I think I saw your dad too." He tried to change the subject. "And I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Do you know them well?"

Al beamed. "Oh, yes! They come over for dinner loads of times. Their daughter Rosalie – well, we call her Rose – is my cousin, she's a first year too, only I can't find her anywhere. I've checked a bunch of compartments." His face fell slightly. "You haven't seen her, have you? She's got really curly red hair and brown eyes, and she always bosses everyone around."

Looking down at his feet, Scorpio shook his head. In truth, he thought he had seen a girl like Rose somewhere in the middle of the train, but she was in one of the compartments with people who chased him off, so he hadn't really bothered to get a closer look. He also didn't want to tell Al about how most people disliked him for who his father and grandfather were.

"Oh, well." Al sighed. "I'd probably better go look for her, or else she'll find a bunch of new friends and ditch me once we get to the castle. She always does that whenever we meet some new people." He got up somewhat gloomily and disappeared out the door. "I'll be back soon, hopefully!" He called over his shoulder.

"Hopefully," Scorpio muttered. He glanced down at his trunk and heaved a great sigh. "I suppose I'll have to get this on the luggage rack," He said out loud. "Well, here goes nothing."

Scorpio got up on his seat to check if any of Al's stuff was on the luggage rack above his head. It was empty. He tried to lift his trunk up, but it was so heavy that he lost his balance and tumbled onto the floor, hitting his head on the hard edge of the seat. At that exact moment, Al slid open the compartment door again.

"I've found her!" He said proudly. "She was just a few compartments away – wait, what are you doing on the floor?" Al frowned at Scorpio. The latter got up with some difficulty, rubbing his bruised head.

"Nothing," He muttered. "I just fell over."

"Al!" A girl, presumably Rose, pushed Al forward so she could come in too. "I'm not staying in the hallway forever, you know. Oh," She added, catching sight of Scorpio. "What are you doing with him?"

"That's Scorpio," Al replied defiantly. "He's my friend. Well, he asked to sit here, anyways, and I said yes."

Rose's eyes narrowed in disgust. "He's a pureblood. What's he doing with us lowly half-bloods? Maybe he wants to have a good laugh at us, or maybe he just got the wrong compartment." She said coldly, cutting off Scorpio as he was about to speak.

"I didn't say anything about either of you being half-bloods," He said angrily. "In fact, I was about to ask you where you wanted to sit."

There was a moment's silence. Rose blinked. "Well, don't you dare insult our families for not being purebloods," She said at last. Scorpio ignored the feeble comeback and just rolled his eyes.

"So, d'you want me to help you get your trunk up on the luggage rack, Scor?" Al asked him again. "What?" He added, to Scorpio's raised eyebrows. "I think it sounds cool!" Rose snorted, and Scorpio glared at her.

He nodded, averting Rose's haughty glare. "Sure."

Together, he and Al lifted up the trunk onto the rack. It made a loud banging sound, and the cage that sat next to Al's seat gave a soft "hoot!".

"Is that an owl?" Scorpio asked him curiously. "I don't have one," He explained, seeing Al's question in his eyes.

"What, your father didn't want to waste his money on a little boy like you, when he could be buying up more Dark objects for his manor collection?" Rose smirked. Scorpio straightened up and gave her a contemptuous look. This was the most common rumor and misconception about the Malfoy family. It was time to put a few things straight.

"My father lost almost all his money," He began. "When the Dark Lord was killed by Mr. Potter, his supporters were all rallied up together, counted, identified, and otherwise treated like cattle. I'm not saying some of them didn't deserve it," He added hastily, seeing Rose open her mouth to say something, "I'm just saying that's how it was. Then they were all stripped of their money, power, and status. The worst ones went to Azkaban, like my grandfather, Lucius Malfoy; others were pardoned, like my father. But he was left with nothing. Over the past fifteen years or so, he's started to get some of his money back, because he's a smart, clever and calculating man. But we do not have money to spare on Dark object displays or frivolities like owls, or even a manor, because all our money goes into our… other expenses." Scorpio's father taught him well; he warned his son never to reveal any of their future plans. They may not involve Dark magic or illegal trading, but it was still an unwise move. Everyone had to be treated as a potential enemy.

"Well, that's a heartbreaking story," Rose said, seeming unimpressed. But Scorpio could tell that she had slightly softened to him, now that she knew that he and his father weren't rich, corrupted, power-hungry muggle killers.

Al took the grey cover off the cage, revealing a beautiful tawny owl with a white, heart-shaped face. "It's a barn owl," He explained. "His name is Soren. I named him after this muggle book I read called the Guardians of Ga'Hoole."

"Why would you read muggle books?" Scorpio asked him, puzzled. Rose was the one to answer.

"Our parents agreed that it is important for us to learn basic skills like reading, writing, math, and science in the early years of our life, so that when we go to Hogwarts we aren't totally ignorant of the world. Also, we learned to interact with muggles, and they're really quite interesting. Especially a lot of their books. Can you believe that in the Wizarding world, there are hardly any science fiction or fantasy books? It's ridiculous!" Seeing Scorpio's blank look, she rolled her eyes. "Daddy probably didn't let you learn anything about muggles, did he?" Okay, maybe she hadn't softened her attitude.

Scorpio started to bristle, but before he could reply snappishly, Al cut in. "Hey, give him a break, all right? He can't help who his parents are!" Rose glared at her cousin, but Scorpio almost smiled. That had to be the first time someone stood up for him – well, ever. It wasn't like he had any friends before now, because of his family, and his awful older sister, Juna, who was in her fifth year, acted like she didn't have a brother. She even abandoned him on the platform and ran off with her stupid friends as soon as she got through the barrier.

"It's fine, whatever," Scorpio said out loud. "So what is fantasy and science fiction?"

"Oh, forget it. You probably wouldn't like it anyways, seeing as you hate muggles."

"I never said that!"

"But-"

Scorpio didn't let her finish. "Just quit making stupid comments about my family! I get it, my father is Draco Malfoy! So what?! I bet you're not identical to your mother, are you? Even though you look a lot like her. Give me a chance to prove that I'm NOT my father!"

Rose eyed him warily. "Calm down."

Scorpio wanted more than anything to punch her in her stupid freckled face, but he remembered what his mother had told him about not hitting girls and always keeping his temper and instead, simply turned away to stare out the window.

After an awkward silence, Al said, "So… you want to play Exploding Snap or something? Or," He brightened, "I have a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans! Want to share?"

"No thanks. I'll read." There was a loud thunk as Al seemed to help Rose get her trunk down, so she could get her books out. Scorpio didn't turn around to look at either of them and remained silent even when Rose said, "I'm reading a fantasty book called Howl's Moving Castle. It's amazing. I absolutely love this author. Who is, by the way, a muggle."

"Scorpio?" Al said cautiously. "Do you want some beans?"

Finally, he turned around. "Sure." Scorpio was careful to keep his voice neutral, betraying none of the fury boiling within him at Al's stuck-up cousin.

Al passed Scorpio some brightly colored sweets. "How about a game of Exploding Snap? Or chess? I have a new set, I got it for my birthday in May."

"Chess is fine." Scorpio was actually rather good at chess, although both his mother and father were abysmal players. He had learned from Kimberly Velcrin, senior undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. She had come over to "visit an old friend", but Scorpio knew that she had really been checking for Dark Artifacts. However, she seemed to take an interest in him and had come over a few more times, just to teach the youngest Malfoy some chess. Scorpio wasn't sure why, but it was rather nice.

"Great!" Al went to get out his trunk.

After a few games of chess, Scorpio actually felt better. At least, he forgot about his fight with Rose, until she looked up from her book and asked, "Can I join you?"

Scorpio was tempted to say "What, you're muggle book's too boring?", but then he realized that it was a gesture of forgiveness. He surrendered his seat to her and sat on the floor, next to the board, instead. She smiled at him and sat down.

"Rose isn't that good at chess," Al whispered to Scorpio, grinning. "It's the only thing she still needs practice on. Her mum says it's very good for her to be bad at something."

"Hey! I heard that!" Rose said in mock anger.

The rest of the journey to Hogwarts seemed to fly past all too quickly, in Scorpio's opinion. For the first time, he had friends his age who liked to be with him, and who didn't judge him or expect him to act like his father. Al and Rose were great company, because while Rose was proud and dignified, Al was friendly and easy-going, and they got along fabulously.

As darkness neared, the trio changed into their Hogwarts robes. Scorpio's was a few inches too short, and it exposed his ankle. He hoped that his friends didn't notice. It was only because his mother forgot that he had grown since last April.

"D'you know who the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher is?" Al asked anxiously. "Dad told me Hagrid's retiring this year, he's going back to his gamekeeper's duties."

"No clue." Scorpio said, shrugging. "Do you know any other teachers besides Hagrid? I mean, technically Hagrid's not a teacher anymore, but you know what I mean, I hope."

Al rolled his eyes. "You're starting to sound like Rose. She's always like that."

"Am not!" Rose protested. "I simply enjoy being accurate."

Al gave Scorpio a pointed look. "See what I mean?"

Scorpio laughed as he got his trunk down from the rack. "I bet you'll be the best in our year, Rose."

There was a few moments' silence. Scorpio looked up and saw Al and Rose staring him, Al with disbelief and Rose with smugness.

"Why did you say that?" Al was the first to speak. "Now she'll be so full of herself, you won't believe it! There was that one time when Dad told her she's be smarter than Aunt Hermione, and you won't believe how blown up her head was! She wouldn't stop smirking for weeks!"

Rose did a good job of looking offended as they filed out into the corridor. "I did not smirk for weeks! I was just – well, you'd be pleased if someone told you that you were smart, too!" Her cheeks were pink when Scorpio glanced back.

Al half-turned to roll his eyes as Scorpio. "No, I'd take it as a mortal insult. That would mean someone guessed that she and I were related." Even Rose laughed at that.

They finally managed to get off the train. Al looked around with a hopeful expression, as though he expected to spot Hagrid waiting to lead the first years on their traditional journey around the lake. Scorpio's father had told him about the half-giant, but now Scorpio somewhat doubted that his father right about him; he'd been wrong about the Potter and Weasley children, after all, who turned about to be perfectly nice people, not dim-witted half-breed animals.

"First years! First years, this way, please! Follow me!" A voice screeched. It sounded like a bird trying to imitate human speech. The trio looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the awful shriek had come from. A lantern suddenly swung around, practically in their faces. It was not an arm holding it, however, but a beak. Scorpio looked up and saw a pair of fierce yellow eyes staring back right at him. He quickly lowered his gaze and saw two giant eagle-like feet, ending with enormous black claws…

"A griffin," Rose said faintly next to him. "A griffin… my goodness… a griffin is the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher."

A/N: Like the griffin idea? I love griffins, and they were never mentioned in any of the books, so I decided to add them in. Also, I hope I wrote out the scene when Scorpio meets Rose okay - the initial hostility, followed by wary acceptance. Please leave lots and lots of reviews! Updates will be weekly, even more frequent if I can fit them in.