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Hope you guys like this next Harry Potter Next Gen story! I haven't read many HP fanfics so I really don't know what all's been used or not, but I hope this idea is pretty new and original. Draco is a bit AU here, and this story shows that the part involving the Malfoys in the epilogue of Deathly Hallows never happened. Enjoy!
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"No, I'm sorry professors, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy will not be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He will be taught at home. Please do not attempt to further contact us"
Neville Longbottom, Deputy Headmaster and head of Gryffindor house, stared at the piece of parchment. He could easily discard the information, saying the Malfoys were still pretentious fools who thought they could teach their kid magic better than a Hogwarts professor, but something seemed off about this reply.
Neville grabbed his wand. It only took a simple spell to see that Draco Malfoy had not written this, but rather his son, Scorpius, had.
He sat on this information for a moment, trying to decide what the best coarse of action would be.
Neville had hated Draco Malfoy all through school, and had not been looking forward to Scorpius starting this year, the same year that Albus Potter and Rose Weasley and his own daughter, Clarissa started. So Neville thought briefly of filing this information away and telling the school that Scorpius Malfoy would be taught at home.
He dismissed the thought at once, however. As much as he hated Draco, it was not his son's fault. Neville's first and foremost duty was the children. That included Scorpius Malfoy.
Neville sighed. It looked like he'd be making a visit to Malfoy Manor this afternoon.
"What the bloody-"
Scorpius Malfoy stopped himself short when he looked down at his baby sister. "Sorry Aria."
"Door!"
Scorpius sighed and glanced toward the front room. "Yes, that was the door. You think it's Hogwarts again?"
"Hoggywarts!"
"Thought so too," Scorpius muttered as the doorbell rang again.
"Answer the door, dang it!"
Scorpius jumped at the sound of his father's voice. Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so angry with his children, but ever since his wife died…
"Sorry Dad, I'll get it," Scorpius said, running to answer the door with his almost-two-year-old little sister toddling after him.
Opening the door, Scorpius recognized the man immediately, though he'd never met him personally. Neville Longbottom, Deputy Headmaster and and Herbology professor at Hogwarts, and who was also the head of Gryffindor house, was standing on his doorstep.
"Professor Longbottom," Scorpius said cordially.
"Hello Scorpius. Mind if I come in? I'd like to have a word with you."
"Um.." Scorpius glanced back at his sister, now banging her toy broomstick on a giant pot. His father was in his own bedroom, not to be bothered. "Sure, come on in. Aria, go play in your room for a while."
"Me no want to," she said pouting.
"Well do it anyway," he said in exasperation. Aria looked upset, so he told her in a softer voice, "I'll give you a cookie."
That decided her. "Otay," Aria said, bouncing off towards the steps.
"Have a seat then," Scorpius said, motioning Professor Longbottom to the couch. He had to move some of Aria's toys before sitting.
"Where's your mother, Scorpius?" were the first words out of his mouth.
"She died a few months ago," Scorpius said, unblinking. He'd gotten very good at saying this nonchalantly, even though it made him want to cry whenever he thought of it.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Professor Longbottom said, a crease in his forehead, "I hadn't heard."
"It's okay, not many people know. We don't go out much," Scorpius said. he didn't mean to sound rude, only honest, but that probably came off as rude. He really just wanted Professor Longbottom to leave, before the man figured out that Scorpius wanted to go to Hogwarts more than almost anything else in the world, and that he'd sent in the answer via owl without consulting his father.
"Well, is your father here?" Professor Longbottom asked.
"No," Scorpius said immediately.
"No?" Professor Longbottom was giving him a hard, inquisitive look.
"No," Scorpius repeated.
Unfortunately, Draco malfoy chose that moment to yell, "Did you get the door?"
Scorpius grimmaced. "Okay, maybe he is here. Will you excuse me for a second?"
Not waiting for Professor Longbottom's answer, Scorpius rushed to his father's bedroom, opening the door a crack. "It's someone from Hogwarts, Dad. I'm getting rid of them."
He grunted in reply. Scorpius closed the door with a sigh.
"Bubba sad?"
Scorpius looked up. "Aria, I thought I asked you to stay in your room. Don't you want a cookie?"
"My room on fire."
"WHAT?"
Scorpius grabbed his father's wand (which he'd stolen from him weeks ago, in fear of Draco's own safety), pushed his sister aside, and ran for her bedroom.
The room was on fire, but the fire was green. "My gosh," Scorpius muttered, amazed. "Aguamenti!"
Water shot from his wand, spraying the green fire back. He could hear his sister giggling behind him. "Aria, get out! Go in the living room!"
There was the sound of running footsteps. Scorpius thought for a minute that it might be his father, and his hopes soared-but it was only Professor Longbottom, alerted by all the screaming.
"My word!" he shouted, and got his own wand out to fight the flames, too.
It took another three or four minutes, but the fire had finally gone out. Scorpius stood there, panting, his clothes scorched.
"Professor," he said, "I think my sister is officially a witch."
"I think you're right," Professor Longbottom said, bemused.
"SHUT UP SCORPIUS!"
Scorpius flinched. Professor Longbottom frowned and said, "Is you father taking care of you and your sister?"
"This is my father's house," Scorpius said defensively. "He just lost his wife. Don't start in on him about something you don't understand."
Professor Longbottom looked at him long and hard. "I know you sent that owl, saying you wouldn't be attending Hogwarts. But do you want to?"
"It doesn't matter what I want," Scorpius said, seething. "I won't get what I want, because I'm doing what's right. I won't go to school and let my sister starve, or my father drown himself in fire whisky."
"It always matters what you want, Scorpius," Professor Longbottom said. "If you really want to go to Hogwarts, then you'll go to Hogwarts. You can even bring your sister."
"I can?" Scorpius was shocked. Since when could kids bring their younger siblings to school.
Professor Longbottom nodded fervently. "From what I've seen here, she shouldn't be left alone at all, and not with your father either. But I can see you're good with her, even if she seems a bit out of control. Don't worry," he added, "that's normal. Kids are usually older when it starts, but magic this early is not unheard of. Hogwarts will help her too."
"But I can't bring her in the boys dorm, and I want to be the one to watch her-"
"Well, it just so happens we have a few more eleven year olds this year than we have beds. There isn't much space for extra beds, so we're reverting nearby empty classrooms to be bedrooms. There's a way...that you can have a slightly smaller room to yourself."
"Really?" Scorpius asked, trying not to get his hopes up.
"Sure," Professor Longbottom nodded. "And various teachers will offer free child care while you're in lessons. You're not alone, Scorpius."
It all sounded so good. But there was still one thing trouble him. "But my dad," Scorpius said desperately, "I can't just leave him. I won't let him end up killing himself over this."
"I have connections at St. Mungo's," Professor Longbottom told him. "We have hospice nurses that will be by routinely to check on your father. You'll all be taken care of. Doesn't that sound good?"
It sounded wonderful. There had to be a stipulation.
"What's the catch?" Scorpius asked him suspiciously.
"No catch," Professor Longbottom promised. "We just want what's best for your family."
"Then I want to go to Hogwarts."
Professor Longbottom gave him the smallest of smiles. "We look forward to seeing you in September, then. You can make it to get your things from Diagon Alley, I trust? And get to Kings Cross Station?"
"I can," Scorpius said, though he dreaded these two trips. He'd have to go to Gringotts to get the money from his family vault and to all the other shops, with a rowdy two year old trailing behind, whom he'd be having to watch constantly in case she decided to burn the whole street down. Then he'd have to travel through London, no cars or anything, with Aria and all their belongings, to Platform 9 ¾, and make sure they got through unnoticed, before finally boarding the train itself.
"Alright then," said the professor, gathering his muggle coat and heading towards the front door. "If you need anything before then, don't hesitate to ask. And I am supposed to enforce that magic is forbidden from this point on until you get to Hogwarts, but using your father's wand…."
Scorpius stared. "Professor," he said, startled, "are you giving me unauthorized permission to use magic, should a situation present itself?"
"I'm doing no such thing," he said sternly. "I'm just implying that it'd be impossible to prove that you'd done it, with your father's wand. Only if something like today happens again, of course."
"Of course," Scorpius said, almost smiling now as he opened the door. "Thank you sir."
"I will see you on September the first, Mr. Malfoy."
"You have to be careful today, Aria," Scorpius told his little sister as he lifted her in his arms. "When we get to Diagon Alley, I don't want to see a single fire."
She giggled and started playing with his hair. Scorpius rolled his eyes at this and grabbed a handful of floo powder.
"Hold on tight, Ari," he said, then yelled clearly, "The Leaky Cauldron!"
It was incredibly difficult, using the flop network while trying to hold a squealing baby. Aria had started coughing as soon as he let the powder fall, and Scorpius was afraid he'd end up falling on top of her.
Luckily, this was not the case. Scorpius fell out the fireplace in The Leaky Cauldron head first, Aria struggling to get out of his arms, clutching her tightly on top of his chest.
"Made it," Scorpius coughed.
"Bubba let go!" Aria said angrily, hitting him upside the head with her tiny fists.
"Stop it," Scorpius demanded, standing up and wiping the ash off both of them. There was hardly anyone in The Leaky Cauldron, thankfully, and Scorpius managed to get out the backside without stopping to talk to any of the few staring customers.
He tapped the correct brick with his father's wand and watched as Diagon Alley appeared in front of him.
Aria sniffed miserably as they approached Gringotts Wizarding Bank and walked inside.
When Scorpius had told his father he and Aria were going to Hogwarts, he hadn't replied, only took another swig of fire whiskey. Scorpius had asked where their Gringotts key was, and he'd grunted again, pointing towards a small silver box on his dresser. Scorpius hasn't visited his father after that, except to bring him meals. He had a feeling Draco was angry Scorpius had decided to go to Hogwarts in the first place, and even more so that he'd decided to drag Aria off with him.
"Your key?"
Scorpius rummaged in his pocket before handing the slightly intimidating goblin his father's key.
"Ah, a Malfoy," said the goblin, looking over the key. "Follow me then."
Scorpius had a difficult time keeping Aria from leaning over the rails of the cart as they rode with gut churning speed. And when she saw all the gold in their vault, it was nearly impossible to get it all out of her hands. Finally, he had the goblin distract her while he grabbed a considerable pile and scooped it in his bag.
"Thank you," Scorpius told the goblin as he put the gold in backpack he'd brought and grabbed his sister's hand. "I think that's enough, don't you?"
The goblin made a rude noise and shuffled off. Scorpius shrugged, following.
He was sized for robes by a witch that gushed over how adorable Aria was, and how he was a good brother to watch her while his parents were away. Scorpius said nothing to this, only smiled and nodded, allowing her to play with his sister. It gave him a break, anyway.
Getting his books proved a bit of a challenge. Aria had started throwing a fit in the middle of the store, and Scorpius had no idea where he'd laid the books he'd been planning to buy.
He'd just wrestled his sister back into his arms, when an amused voice said, "Looking for these?"
He looked up. A pretty girl, about Scorpius's own age, with reddish-brown hair, was standing in front of him, holding the small stack of books he'd set down when Aria had started making a fuss.
"Thanks," he said breathlessly, taking the books from her.
The girl was smiling at Aria. "You're a Malfoy, aren't you?" she asked, tickling his sister, who'd started giggling.
"I am," he said, not sure if this was a good or a bad thing in this girl's opinion. She just looked at him considerably, though.
"You look like your father is all," she said. "My parents have a few old issues of The Daily Prophet, and you look just like him."
Not a good thing, then, if she recognized him from the Daily Prophet articles his father had been in.
"And who's this cutie?" the girl asked, referring to the baby.
"This is my baby sister, Aria."
"Well she's precious. May I?" she asked, sticking out her arms.
Scorpius thrust his sister into the girl's arms. "Please," he said, "she's a handful."
"Where're your parents?" the girl laughed, taking the baby and bouncing her on her hip, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
"Elsewhere," Scorpius said. "I'm watching her now." And probably for the rest of his life.
"Oh, well I can watch her while you pay for your books," she said in a sweet voice. "I'm Rose, by the way. Rose Weasley."
Scorpius froze. Rose Weasley? As in, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's daughter, Harry Potter's niece?
"I-It's nice to meet you, Rose," he stuttered. He quickly shuffled away. "I'm gonna….buy these books. Yeah."
He could hear his baby sister giggling all the way through Flourish and Blotts. Scorpius, however, couldn't think straight. His father had hated the Weasleys, even when he hadn't been drinking. And Scorpius really respected his father's opinion, when he was sober.
Could that girl, sweet and caring and good with babies as she seemed, be as horrible as his father let on?
Scorpius was just paying for his books when the girl-Rose-came running up again.
"I'm so sorry, my parents are insisting we leave now," she told him apologetically.
"It's fine," Scorpius assured her, though he was sad to see her go. If anything, she'd known just how to calm Aria down.
"Will I see you on the Hogwarts Express then?" Rose asked. "Maybe get to see this little one again?"
He seriously hoped not. He'd sent a letter to Professor Longbottom by owl, asking if their arrangement could be kept as quiet as possible, without the students knowing he'd be bringing his sister to Hogwarts.
This girl, already knowing Aria was his sister, would surely realize something was up when he boarded the train with her.
But according to Professor Longbottom, they would be borrowing an invisibility cloak from one of his friends to get the kids on and off the train as discreetly as possible. Scorpius and Aria would get a compartment to themselves, near the prefects so no trouble could start, and they would keep the curtains over the windows.
"Perhaps," Scorpius said. "I'm not sure what time we'll be arriving."
"Well, hopefully I'll see you both then."
With a grin and a wave of her hand, she disappeared.
Scorpius sighed. "There went your would-be babysitter," he told his sister. "Come on, I gotta get a wand."
"We're leaving for Hogwarts Dad!" Scorpius called as he shuffled his and his sister's trunks onto a trolley he may or may not have conjured from Kings Cross a bit early. Aria would be riding on this as well, as they hiked all the way from their manor to the train station in London.
"Leave the money," Draco said.
Scorpius sighed. "Aria, go say goodbye to Daddy."
"Uh uh, Daddy scarey," his sister said. "I miss Mommy."
"Yeah," Scorpius said, glancing down the long hall towards his father's bedroom where he knew Draco would be laid out on the bed, only semiconscious and not at all caring he wouldn't see his kids for several months. "Yeah, me too."
He picked Aria up and sat her on the trolley. "Hold tight," he told her. "We've got a long walk."
But apparently they didn't.
"Oh good, you've already got a trolley," Professor Longbottom said when they got outside, glancing at his wrist watch. "That should save us some time. Does your sister have a car seat?"
"Not that I know of," Scorpius said, stunned. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I had to get that invisibility cloak to you somehow, didn't I?"
Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "And you decided to drive us there too?"
"Well, a friend of mine at The Leaky Cauldron was there when you dropped by for your trip to Diagon Alley, and he suggested that it might be wise for you to arrive at Kings Cross Station in a bit less of an impromptu manner."
"We planned to walk."
A look passed over the professor's face when Scorpius said this, but it was gone a second later. "Even better then. Now you have a ride."
"Well there you go," Neville told the boy as he settled him and his sister in a small compartment, right next to the prefects' compartment, by themselves. "I'll mark the compartment as 'Full' and you can lock the door behind me if you like."
"I do like, thank you," Scorpius said, sounding relieved.
Neville nodded stiffly. "Right then. Our retired old Headmistress, Professor Mcgonagall, is going to meet you at the Hogsmeade station when you arrive, and you will let her watch your sister until the Sorting and the Great Feast is over. Then we will escort you to your room."
"Alright."
Neville planned to leave then, but the kid looked so nervous, he just couldn't.
"Don't worry," Neville found himself saying. "It's really not as bad as it sounds. I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Yeah, until I'm sorted into Slytherin," he said bitterly. "Not a Malfoy in history, or at least not one I've ever heard of, was sorted anywhere else."
"Let me tell you something," Neville said, taking a seat in front of the boy. His sister was playing with her toy witch in the seat beside her. "There once was a boy who was very much like you. His family was big on their pure blood status, but he never agreed with them. He befriended muggleborns and Gryffindors and everyone his family despised. One of his best friends was an unfortunate soul bitten and turned into a werewolf before he even came to Hogwarts. All of his family had been sorted into Slytherin house before him, too. But where do you think the Sorting Hat placed him?"
"Where?" Scorpius was listening with rapt attention now, sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Gryffindor," Neville told him, grinning. "His was one of the the bravest stories I've ever heard.
"I watched him die," Neville said, sadly now. "I'd never met him personally-I even thought he was a criminal, but he turned out to be a great guy who was the godfather of the very man whose invisibly cloak you're holding. His name...was Sirius Black."
"Does that mean-?" Scorpius gasped. "I'm holding Harry Potter's invisibility cloak?"
Neville nodded. "The very one."
"So why are you telling me this?" Scorpius asked.
"Because," Neville said, "as much as it pains me to admit it, I don't think you'll be put in Slytherin, Scorpius Malfoy."
Neville did leave this time, and Scorpius watched him go, amazed.
As soon as Neville got off the train, he saw the very friend he'd just been talking about, saying goodbye to his sons, while Ron and Hermione Weasley put their daughter, Rose, on the train.
Neville smiled at the three kids and waved. "See you three in a few hours."
He waited until the train had taken off before turning back to Harry. "Thanks for letting me use your cloak, Harry. We've been in a right mess lately with these Malfoys."
"What else is new?" Harry laughed.
"So what's the situation?" Hermione, concerned as always, asked frowning.
"Astoria died," Neville said sighing. Hermione gasped. Even Ron and Harry looked surprised. Harry didn't know what was going on either, he just lent Neville his cloak, no questions asked.
"That's horrible!" Hermione exclaimed. "Oh, her poor son!"
"Did you know they had a daughter?" Neville asked.
"No," Hermione said, horror-stricken. "How old?"
"Not even two," Neville said. Hermione closed her eyes, her hand to her mouth. "We didn't know about her either. Little Aria Malfoy. And she's already showing signs of magic. Set her room on fire. Green fire."
"My word," Harry said, looking astonished.
"Think Draco's worse off than the kids. He's taken to the fire whiskey and pays the kids no heed."
"What about the baby?" Hermione demanded. "Who's been taking care of her?"
"Scorpius. He's been doing very well with her. He had that fire pretty controlled by himself, using his father's wand."
"But he's eleven!" Hermione gasped, her voice raw with indignation. "Just a little boy. And he's heading off to school…"
"This is true," Neville said, "but he's been doing very well with her."
"Rose said she met a boy with his baby sister in Flourish and Blotts," Ron said suddenly. "She was holding the baby, when we were hurrying her to leave. Do you think it was Malfoy's daughter?"
"Must've been," Hermione said sighing. "The little girl was blonde, about two years old, and Rose refused to tell us who she was, just that it was a boy's baby sister, whom she'd just met."
"Who will be watching the baby when Scorpius is at school?" Harry asked. "Lucius and Narcissa?"
"No," Neville said, growing quieter now-so quiet, he hoped they couldn't hear him, "Scorpius is."
"No!" Hermione exclaimed. "No, it can't be allowed! Neville, you can't! He's just a boy, he's got his studies….I'll watch her, if I must."
Ron looked dumbstruck. "What?"
"No, Hermione," Neville grimmaced. He hated telling Hermione no. That was something you just did not want to do, in fear for your life. "You don't understand. If we don't let them both go to Hogwarts, with him being her primary caretaker, he will leave and he will not come back. He wants to take care of her. She's all he has left, don't you get that? His mum died, his father's ignoring his existence...he can't lose her too. He has to know she's okay. He has to see it, everyday."
"But he's so young," Hermione said, defeated.
"Our teachers are aware of his situation," Neville assured her. "He will have childcare during school hours and any extra activities he has, and they understand if he needs occasional extensions on his work. None of the kids will know, either, so he can be around the others as a normal child. You won't tell Rose or Al or James will you?"
"Of course not," Hermione said.
"No." Harry shook his head. "I'd have done anything to get dirty information on Draco in school. I don't want to risk the same thing happening with my boys."
"And he'll need a friend," Hermione said. "Should I write to Rose, recommend she introduce herself?"
"Let them make friends on their own," Ron said, looking uncomfortable at the thought of his daughter being friends with a Malfoy, but also at the fact the kid was going through all that.
"Well what can we do?" Hermione asked earnestly.
"Keep it to yourselves," Neville said. "I told you three because I trust you. And…." he hesitated.
"What is it, Neville?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing. Never missed a thing, that Harry. Neville sighed.
"Would any of you be willing to look in on Draco Malfoy occasionally? Just odd visits, claiming it's Ministry business?" he asked in a hurry. "We're trying to get a nurse from St. Mungo's there regularly but seeing as he can only be a danger to himself now, and it seems to only be the alcoholism, there's not much they can do."
"You've no idea what you're asking, Neville." Ron ran a hand across his face, but with one quick glance at his wife, he said, "But I guess I'm in. I can pay a visit to the bloody-"
"Ronald," Hermione said warningly, shooting a glance towards Hugo and Lily, who were talking to Luna and her twin boys with Ginny.
"Ginny can know, right?" Harry asked. "Because you'll have to Obliviate me if not."
"Ginny can know," Neville said, "and Luna too. Just no one outside the immediate DA, as in us six, got it?"
They all nodded in agreement.
"Great," said Neville. "See you lot at Christmas."
"Bye," they said, and Neville apparated back to Hogsmeade, several hours ahead of the train.
"Come on James, seriously?" Scorpius heard a voice say from outside his compartment door.
"One too many for this compartment, Al," said the laughing voice. "Why don't you find some future Slytherins?"
"Oh for the love of-"
This was a new voice, a girl's voice-one Scorpius had heard before.
"I'll go," Rose Weasley said. "Sit down Albus. I'm going to go find a friend."
They'd obviously let her leave, because Scorpius could hear the scratching sound of a trunk being dragged on the ground and the grunts that followed. The noises disappeared not long after that, and Scorpius was forced to look back at his sister, fast asleep and sprawled out across two seats.
About five or so minutes later, however, a knock sounded from the other side of the door.
"Hello?" said the girl. "Does this compartment have room for one more? All the others are full and I….I have nowhere else to go."
Scorpius, giving his sister another glance, swore under his breath and got up. He unlocked the door and stood face-to-face with Rose Weasley once again.
"If you're quiet, there's a seat for you," he told her.
Frowning, she walked into the compartment, and realization seemed to dawn on her face, quickly followed by a look of confusion.
"Why is your baby sister on the train to Hogwarts?" she asked as Scorpius helped her lug her trunk up on the luggage rack.
"Have to make a tradeoff in Hogsmeade," he said, grunting under the weight of her trunk. "What's in this thing, a ton of bricks?"
"Books, mostly," she admitted. "I like to read."
He didn't know what to say to that. Books always bored him, yet he'd read every spell book he could. He'd had to. Aria caused more green fire than any witch or wizard Scorpius had ever heard of.
"Spell books?" Scorpius asked, wondering if she might know more spells than he did.
"Oh no." Rose shook her head in disgust. "I hate textbooks. I mean, I retain spells easy enough but I hate reading anything nonfiction."
"Nonfiction?"
"You know, real?" Rose asked, surprised. "Don't tell me you've never read fictional books before…"
Scorpius just looked at her. The only books he'd ever read that focused more on imagination than fact was his mother's copy of The Tales of Beedle The Bard that he read to Aria every night, like his mother had done for him when he was little.
"Where do you even get made up books?" He asked.
"Muggle stores mostly," she said shrugging. "And there's still many in Flourish and Blotts but most kids only know about the textbooks there. That's what they come for."
Scorpius was shocked. "I never knew that."
"Well now you do," Rose said with a little laugh. "So...where do you think you'll be sorted?"
Scorpius flushed. "I...I hadn't really-I mean, I don't…"
She smiled. "It's okay to be nervous. Most of my family's been in Gryffindor, so that's a bit intimidating. But then, my mom was almost put in Ravenclaw, and my uncle was almost in Slytherin, and I can see where several of my family members could've gone into Hufflepuff. I sometimes wonder if the Sorting Hat can see into our future, and know what we'll become, or if it only sees us as we are now, you know?"
Scorpius had no idea what to say to this. He did not want to tell another person today that he was terrified of being sorted into Slytherin. He wondered now how many people, like himself and Sirius Black, had felt this way.
"You don't talk a lot, do you?" Rose asked.
"Um, no," Scorpius said awkwardly.
"That's okay," Rose said shrugging. "You don't have to talk much to make friends. That might be something to try, but I have too much of my parents in me not to talk all the time….as you can probably tell."
Scorpius gave a small laugh. Okay, so she was a little annoying, but she was nice enough. He'd do best not to make enemies with the only person who'd taken any interest in him yet. It was his first day, anyway. He had no time for enemies.
"Aria is a beautiful little girl," Rose said now. It appeared to Scorpius that she would not stop trying to start a conversation with him, and would keep changing the subject until she found something they had in common.
"She looks like my mum," Scorpius found himself saying, a little sadly. She must have noticed, because she frowned slightly.
"Your mum? Her name's Astoria, right? Both are really pretty names. Yours is cool too, and your Dad's."
"Malfoys are...different," Scorpius said. He couldn't help but smile a little. His mum had always told him this, whenever he asked why people stared at them whenever they left their manor, or why his father was constantly appearing in the Daily Prophet, when he barely even left the house except to go to work.
"The Malfoys are different, sweetie," she'd tell him softly.
"Why?" He always asked.
She never told him why, however. She just said things were what they were and we shouldn't question it. You can never change the past; it's the future that makes us who we are. All she would ever say was that they were different.
Rose seemed to grin at him now. "Well, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Hey guys! Another HP fic for you. So far, my Auslly stories get more readers and reviewers, so I'm hoping to make more HP ones to get more readers, but I am still working on my Auslly stories.
This was originally supposed to be a one-shot, then it turned into a short story, and then the kids' first year last four or five chapters and I decided to make it a multi-chap! Lol, I don't know how long it will be, but I hope to make it long enough and I really hope nobody's done anything like this before because I am in love with this odd idea that just came to me, and trust me it gets way more interesting.
Thank you for reading! Hope you love this story!
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God bless you all!
-Daddysgirl11