Disclaimer; As much as I would love to say I own all the characters, situations and locations, I do not. J.K. Rowling is god. While we are keeping cannon in mind as we write these stories, we have taken several creative liberties. This is meant to be read with Tale of Three Potters by chibixbakura in order to get the full story. This story switches between Scorpius Malfoy and Aleksander Donchev, both who are living in the shadows of their fathers. So... here you go?

Sins of the Fathers

Chapter 1

The Train

Aleksandar opened his eyes as sunlight trickled from his bay windows. He groaned softly, turning over and throwing the comforter over his head.

"Master Aleksandar, Yana is be waking you. You is going to be late." Even in Bulgarian, the house elf had horrible grammar. He sighed and buried his head deeper in the pillow, trying to get a few more moments of sleep.

"Master Aleksandar!" She pulled the comforter off and began to shake the bed, trying to wake her master. He shot up, shooting her a glare that would have scared off anyone. Yana had lived with him since he was a child though, so she was used to his morning ritual.

"Master Yordan and Mistress Ilyia wish to see you off before you be going to school. They is waiting for you downstairs." He looked the house elf over, her wide blue eyes gazing at him unmoving.

"Fine, you vin." He muttered and he jumped out of bed, walking out of his room and down the stairs. He scratched his stomach as a yawn ripped through him. He wasn't ready for this, didn't feel like going down to see his parents. All he wanted was to curl up in his nice, soft bed and sleep. For a thousand years. He ran a hand through his thick black hair and paused as he caught sight of his reflection. His features were defined, chiseled jaw and cheek bones with sullen black eyes looked back at him. His hair was always in place and barely covered his eyes. Pulling his eyes away, he continued his way to the dining room.

"Aleksandar!" He cringed as his mother walked up and gave him a kiss on the forehead, which was no small feat. Aleksander was tall for his age and his mother was a little on the short side. She had to stand on her tip toes to even reach his chin and he bent the rest of the way down.

"Hallu Mother, how did you sleep?" He broke free of her kiss and went to grab a plate of Banitsa from the house elves. He sat down at the table and grunted in the direction of his father.

"Ah, Aleksandar. Nicola called this morning, he vas vundering if you vere still going to Hogvorts." His father folded up the paper he was reading and smiled over to his son. Alek sighed and picked at his food, his stomach suddenly feeling full of butterflies. Not this conversation again. He thought, gripping his fork tightly as his mother sat down.

"That Nicola, he is very good kid. You vould haff many friends at Durmstrang..."

"I do not VANT to go to Durmstrang, how many times do I haff to say it?" He pounded his fist on the table, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Your sister vent to Durmstrang." His mother said softly, casting her eyes down to the table. Aleksandar's throat tightened and his eyes shot open.

"Do not talk about Anastasiya like that, Ilyia. Aleksandar doesn't need to switch schools just because of her." His father returned to the paper after his piece, ignoring the rest of the family. Alek stood up, the table shaking from his sudden movement, and turned to walk back up the stairs. He didn't need to hear this again from his mother, his sister was just a bad memory. He paused outside of his room and slammed his fists into the hardwood frame.

Anastasiya had been seventeen when she fell from the cliffs by their house. Aleksandar remembered it like it was yesterday, the way her face was pulled in shock as she went over. They were arguing about which school he was going to, something silly now that he thought about it. She wanted him to go to Hogwarts, to get away from all the Dark Arts at Durmstrang and live a normal life away from their parents. He didn't understand why she was so emphatic about this, why she didn't want him to follow in his parents footsteps.

"Don't be your father's son!" He pounded his fists once again and took a deep breath. What had she meant? He didn't feel like figuring out at this point in time so he opened the door and stepped in. Yana had set out his clothing for the day on the bed and his trunk was packed and waiting beside it. He grabbed the outfit, threw it on, and grabbed his wand sitting on the bureau. Walking to the fireplace, he turned around and saw his mother standing by the door frame.

"Vould you like me to come vith you?" She asked softly, as Yana carried the trunk to Aleksandar's side. The boy narrowed his eyes and sneered at her.

"No." The woman flinched as he grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters." And with a flash of green flames, he was gone.

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Aleksandar sighed deeply as he walked through the crowded platform towards the bright red train. His morning had been the best and wasn't looking forward to spending another year at Hogwarts. Yet, he smiled gently as he remembered the reason he kept coming back all these years: Severus. His best friend was one of the only reasons he refused to transfer to Durmstrang like his mother continuously pleaded.
"Vell, looks like another Potter..." He muttered as he saw the little girl running from her parents to the train. Walking over to the now alone Potters, Aleksandar nodded curtly.
"Hallu, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, How are you?" The two adults looked up and smiled gently at the dark haired boy.
"Hello Aleksandar. Albus left already if you're looking for him." Harry said, smiling at the boy. Aleksandar nodded and bid good-bye, making his way to the train. Slowly he wandered through the train, looking for the tell-tale signs that Severus had been through. Catching a loud roar from a compartment, he turned and saw James walking into it with the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
"Severus vouldn't be in there..." he muttered and continued to search. Finally, he smiled and walked to the compartment where Severus was sitting.
"Hello Severus." He smiled at the boy and sat down.

"Hey Alek, how was your summer?"

"Alright, not much to do but sit and read. Vat about you? Any..." he smiled slightly. "Fights?" He ran a hand through his black hair, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.

"If it's that boring I'll have to convince my parents to let me come and visit you." Alek smiled and leaned back against the seat. He knew that the fights were all his older brother, James' fault.

"Yeah, and I normally won if they turned physical, he really does suck in good old fist fights," Alek nodded and sat in silence as Severus rambled. Alek himself wasn't a big talker he preferred to listen and watch, which was probably why Severus was his best friend. The boy never got enough attention at home, and though he wouldn't say it out loud, Alek knew Severus wanted to prove himself. Why else would he be in Slytherin?
"Vell, hopefully you can visit in spring break. Mother vas hoping to meet you." He smiled as the train lurched softly.

"I like that idea. I'll just tell my parents that's what I'm going to do. I'm sure they can't say so if I give them this much notice on it," Alek heard the door open and saw a girl with long red hair and green eyes enter there compartment.

"Why hello Severus, and you must be the oh-so famous Aleksandar. Severus talks about you a lot. I'm his cousin Rose." she smiled at Alek and he smiled at back, offering his hand.
"Yes, it is nice to meet you. Severus talks of you often as vell." He turned to Severus and then back to Rose. Everyone knew about Rose, Mina, and Anna. The three Gryffindor girls had been sneaking into the Forbidden Forest and one night they had ran into... He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew that Anna had been killed by a Mountain Troll. Alek had caught a glimpse of the poor girl's body as they brought her into the school, limbs torn from her cold torso. That was something he hoped he would never have to see again.
"Vould you like to set here? I am sure Severus vould not mind the company of his cousin."

"It's nice to see you Rose." Severus looked a bit off and Alek made a metal note to watch and see if Rose became too much. She sat down quickly and then turned on Severus.

"Why didn't you help Lily out? I saw her and she looked almost as nervous as Hugo always is. I hope you weren't betting on James to be nice enough to do anything. That twit only cares about snoging and Quidditch." Severus bristled in his seat, clearly he had expected his older brother to be a better mentor to Lily. Obviously his faith was misplaced.

"I did think James would help her,"

"Oh yeah I had an idea to get under his skin! I'll join the Quidditch team just to piss him off!" she said laughing at her idea.

"And you're planning on trying out for the Quidditch team? I wish you luck. The Gryffindor team is rather good, and normally can beat half the other teams." Alek smirked. He was the Slytherin Seeker and had never lost a game. The second best Seeker was James, but he was a long way from ever beating him. He had been personally trained by Viktor Krum since he was five and he was already picked to take over as Seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team.

"I'll be a beater." Alek looked at Severus and tilted his head. Because he was one of Severus only friends, he knew the boy was being curt on purpose.
"Rose, vill you be going to Hogsmead this year as vell?" He didn't know how old she was, but anything to get the subject off of Severus' apparently bad mood. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat. He didn't mind the idle chatter nor the soft clicking of the train against the track. He didn't mind Severus carrying the conversation completely, in fact the less he said the better. Alek was a little self conscious about his accent, what with him being the only international student attending Hogwarts at this time, and while he enjoyed being an individual it would have been nice to speak his native tongue.
"If only I was british " He muttered, opening his eyes and looking up at the two cousins as Rose stood.

"Well I'm going to go harass someone else, and maybe try to sell some of Uncle George's goodies. Hopefully the candy lady doesn't see me." And with that, she disappeared into the hall. Severus looked confused, but then he smiled and began the conversation again.

"Are you excited for the school year? I am. I'm sure you'll be winning Slytherin every Quidditch match this year too." Alek looked over to his friend and smiled lightly.
"Vell, I loff Quidditch and beating your brother is vun of the joys of school. So as long as they haffen't gotten better, I vill haff a good year." He settled back in the seat and grinned wildly. "Of course, there vill be no hope if James is still seeker." Laughter rang from him as he finished his speech and nudged Severus in the ribs gently. Severus laughed as well,

"Well, I know for a fact James is still the seeker. It's not like he's ever going to be off that team. I think he's convinced himself that he's going to beat you this year." That wasn't going to happen though.
"Vat of you? Fancy being in Quidditch this year?" He knew the answer to this; no. Yet he still wanted to ask, having his best friend on the team would be amazing. Severus was a watcher though, and if he joined the team he would have to play against his cousins. There were some of his cousins on the Slytherin team, Roxanne and Dominique, but they were a little too stuck up for their own good. They might ruin him.

"No, that isn't my thing. I rather just watch you out there than be out there myself. Besides, you always win so fast there wouldn't be much for me to do," he added. Alek nodded and leaned back again. He knew something was going to happen, he could feel it in his bones.
"I vill be back, must use the room of rest." He stood up and walked out of the compartment, closing the door behind him. Turning in the opposite direction, he wandered down the halls of the train. Girls waved at him from every house and invited him to sit down with them. Smiling politely he declined, but he did give them a small wink as he passed. He was on a mission, he had to talk to James. Severus must be safe this year. Finally he reached the cart with the Quidditch team and knocked softly.
"James Potter, I must talk vith you." The boy looked up and sighed as he stood up, assuring his friends he would be right back. The moment he was out of cart, and had the door shut, he spoke quickly and in a harsh, hushed voice,

"Something better have happened to Albus or you better have a good reason to be bothering me right now." Alek looked over the boy, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"You vill not speak to me that vay, pretty boy. I vas trying to get off on the right foot, but if I haff to I vill make this personal." He growled as he pushed James up against the wall, pulling out his wand and pointing it to the boy's throat.

"No, you vill listen to me. You must be vigilant this year, all of your family is here and there are still... people who vould like to see you dead because of your name. Severus is smart to fear his name, and it vould do you vell to hide it as vell. There is a storm coming, I can sense it." He pulled back and let James drop, scoffing at the boy. He turned to walk away but then leaned down and looked James in the eye.
"Good luck vith Quidditch this year, hope you haff a better team." And with that, he walked back in the direction of Severus. He knew it was stupid, but he just wanted to get the boy back for torturing Severus over the summer.
"Don't mess vith me." he muttered as he walked back into the compartment. Severus looked up from his potions book and titled his head in confusion.

"Did something happen while you were out?" Alek scoffed as he sat back down in the compartment, crossing his legs.
"Just James, he vas in my way." He looked out the window and left the topic at that. Severus frowned.

"I'm sorry James is a jerk." Alek smiled, albeit briefly. He knew Severus was the better brother and even though it was pointless, was trying to apologize for James. From his window, he could see the shadowed grounds of Hogwarts castle coming into view. The moon was bright and outlined every tower of the stone building making it seem darker than the actual masonry was.
"We should get our robes on soon." Alek nodded and slipped his white shirt on. As he buttoned it up his shirt he noticed the fabric stretching just a little too much around his arms. He ground his teeth in frustration. All summer he had been training with Viktor Krum and had forgotten to go to Diagon Alley and pick up a new uniform.
"I vill haff to pick up a new shirt at Gladrags." he muttered, tightening his tie and throwing his robe over the too tight shirt.

"If I remember correctly, it shouldn't be that long before we'll get a chance to go," Alek shrugged and looked out the window as the train stopped. Severus made no move to exit and while he would have liked to get it done and over with, he had to agree with Severus. Crowds were annoying. He flopped down in the seat once again and looked out the window at the dark paths leading up to the castle.
"Vat do you think about that girl?" He asked, nodding to a short blonde in pigtails giggling with her friends. Alek knew there was little chance of Severus actually looking, but he was curious to see what the boy's type was. Even though they were thirteen, his mother always said,
"In Bulgaria, you are a man at eleven." He chuckled and remembered his first kiss, stolen at a party in Bulgaria. He didn't even know her name and it didn't really matter. All that mattered was that she was pretty and he never saw her again.

"I'm sure she's nice," Severus said, breaking through Alek's memories. Both boys looked out into the hall again, checking to see if it was alright for them to leave.

"It's not so bad now, we could go. As much as I want to avoid the crowds, I don't want to be late." Alek stood up and nodded softly.
"Vill you sit by me on the carriage?" It's not that he was worried about being alone, it was just common courtesy to ask before making plans.

"Of course I will," he smiled and they walked off the train, Severus with his owl in tow "I hope we don't have a lot of first years, or at least that it doesn't take forever to go through all of them," They weaved their way through the thinning crowd of students towards the giant Thestral-drawn carriages. He knew Severus couldn't see them, only a person who had seen death first hand could have seen the giant horse like creatures that drew them. Alek had seen them since the day he arrived and a shiver still passed through him every time.
"Look, there is vun." They walked towards the carriage, noticing the two Slytherin seventh years already sitting in it. Severus got in and they scowled at him, much to Alek's displeasure. Alek walked into the carriage and nodded to the other people.
"Hallu, how are you Zambini and Farth?" He recognized the two, Dalin Zambini was captain of the Quidditch team and was a fair beater when they actually needed him. Gregory Farth was just your typical Slytherin; crabby, stuck up, and less than average intelligence. He sighed and scooted closer to Severus.
"Let's try to ignore then, yah?" Severus nodded and turned to look out the window of the carriage. Alek followed suit and ignored the others quiet effectively. Until they began to chat, simple little things, but Alek could tell it would get to Severus so he groaned softly.
"Severus, Vill you so please as to not talk? My head is hurting, and same as to you both please." He really didn't have a headache, but Severus looked as if he didn't want to talk to the other two boys. Alek was willing to make himself an excuse to spare his friend from pain. He looked out as they passed the lake, hoping that there was shepherds pie at the feast. Soon enough they had made it up to the school. Severus got out and waited for Alek before he did anything else.

"Do you need something for your headache?" He shook his head and smiled at Severus.
"Do not vorry for me, my friend, I vill be fine as long as you are there." Walking through the doors of the Great Hall, he slouched to the Slytherin table taking a seat as far away from the front table as possible. He made sure there was enough room between them and the conniving Slytherin crew as Severus sat next to him and they waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.