Hey guys! I decided to start the sequel whilst I'm on study leave! So enjoy.
Stepping onto the platform Scorpius Black scanned the area for his fellow Ravenclaw friends; he was heading into his seventh year at Hogwarts and had so far managed to hide his parentage from everyone, he repeatedly dyed his hair black to match his mothers, obviously a glamour would have been more efficient but if someone hit him with a strong enough finite then his white blonde hair would have been exposed.
Only his mother and Godfathers knew that the old Slytherin ice prince was his father. After she ran away from the wizarding world Hermione Granger died, and in her place Hermia Black was born from the ashes. With her ties to the Black family and her wild curls which she dyed black, his mother defiantly passed, despite the fact she was muggle-born. As he was in Ravenclaw no one even suspected him to be him missing heir to the Malfoy line, nor to be the mystery child of one 'dead' Hermione Granger. Though he had to admit the years had been kind to his mum, and her totally badass look still 'kicked-ass', and he had grown to be just like her, in her youth, book loving and totally gothic… must be a family thing, just like he couldn't imagine Ash from the Dark-Hunter series every having a Malibu Barbie for a daughter.
Previously I mentioned I was the missing Malfoy heir, yeah 'Daddy' didn't like that news. When he went to register that runt of his Lucius as his eldest child and heir the goblins told his straight away that he had an older child. Despite denying these claims he couldn't escape that fact, so he made Lucius the heir, but couldn't name him the oldest, which got on his wife's nerves.
My years at Hogwarts have been a lot less stressful than my parents and godparents were. Uncle Harry and Ron have been brilliant to me, especially since I didn't go in Slytherin. My younger brother did, the hat barely touched his head and he was off to the land of green and silver.
Bumping into someone I come out of my thoughts.
"Watch where you're going runt" a voice drawled out.
Looking up I saw someone I only ever see from a distance, since despite my hair colour and disposition I still look a lot like my bastard father, personally I think it's the eyes.
"Look kid, this is where you either say sorry or get out of my way. Didn't you mother ever teach you how to treat a pure blood?"
"Sorry sir, next time I'll be sure my half-blooded self didn't contaminate your presence" I sneered at him and walked off.
It was only as I was walking away I remembered Uncle Ron telling me how Malfoyish I looked when I sneered… hopefully he wouldn't notice, besides I was 17 now and a legal adult, he can't do anything to me.
Catching up with my friends in the carriage, I thought about the strange feeling I got, that this year wasn't going to be fun.
BACK ON THE PLATFORM
Draco Malfoy stood shocked as he watched the kid who just sneered at him walk away. However it wasn't what was said that reached him, it was the eyes and features of that boy, he looked like a Malfoy. Now Draco had a mystery to solve, who was he and where did he come from?