"PUSH! YOU CAN DO THIS!" Ginny screeched, her six month pregnant stomach sticking out.
Suddenly a loud wail filled the room and everyone fell silent. The nurse gasped like a fish and handed the child to Hermione before another loud wail filled the room. Hermione's eyes were open with joy. A girl! Hermione looked down at the sleeping girl in her arms. She was pale, but her face was perfectly angled. Hermione looked at her with pride. She was going to be a heartbreaker. She wondered what colour eyes hers were going to be. Her chocolate brown or his blue? Would she have freckles, would she be brunette or read headed? Neither apparently, for there upon her head sat the blondest blonde hair possible. Blonde? The baby stopped wailing immediately and opened her eyes. Grey-brown irises stared at her. Grey? Such a unique colour, mixed with that shade of white blonde and pale skin. She suddenly froze and looked at the little girl. White blonde hair… Grey eyes… Pale skin? She looked so much like him. She remembered watching the defiance in his tone when he declared his and his family neutral. Neutral. She remembered the happiness in his eyes when he held up his son Scorpius for everyone to see. Blonde hair, sharp features, grey eyes and a natural smirk. He was a tiny version of Malfoy. She remembered the mocking voice, the infamous sneer- all of it.
"She's so beautiful!" Sobbed Molly, Luna, Ginny, Jean (Her mother) And basically all the girls and women in the room.
"Harry, meet your goddaughter. You too Gin."
"Whats her name?"
"Essence Deus Weasly"
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Grey eyes fixed on her as her tiny hand grasped her hair. Essence really was a strange child. She never cried. While this seemed to please others, Hermione couldn't help but think it was 'Malfoy Pride'. How no one ever questioned her heritage, she would never know.
"Fa-ther" She pronounced clearly and Ron gasped.
"She called for me! Her first word was to call for me!" Ron beamed. Then he ran off to tell Harry, who was trying to deal with Albus in the other room. Essie looked up at Hermione.
"Where fa-ther?"
"He is in the next room Essi."
The toddler looked stubborn, but didn't refute the claim.
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The four year old girl twirled, her long blonde hair swirling around. Her mouth opened and out came a heavenly sound.
"Some people long for a life that is simple and planned
Tied with a ribbon
Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land
To follow what's written
But I'd ,follow you, to the great - unknown
Off to a world we call our own…..
Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go
We're walking the tightrope
High in the sky
We can see the whole world down below
We're walking the tightrope
Never sure, never know how far we could fall
But it's all an adventure
That comes with a breathtaking view
Walking the tightrope"
Hermione smiled as another perfect chorus fell out of that mouth. She definitely hadn't inherited the singing from the Grangers, so maybe Malfoy was good at singing?
"Mother?" Hermione heard Essence call. No matter what, she never called her mum, just mother.
"Yes Essi?"
"Where is father?"
"With Harry at the burrow"
"No, where is father?" Hermione burrowed her head into her hands.
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Hermione picked up another perfect drawing, this one of a man, tall, broad, with blonde hair and green eyes. The more she saw Essence, the more she had in common with the ferret.
"Mother?" She jumped backwards fast.
"Bloody hell-" She trailed off at seeing a smirk on her face. His smirk.
"So mother" She put on innocent doe eyes. "Ron won't hear anything of this swearing and new paints will just appear in my room" She finished. Hermione wanted to bang her head on the newly polished wood table. Trust Malfoy's daughter to be naturally Slytherin, though Hermione did try to convert the girl, she just- wouldn't.
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Essence crossed her legs, across from Albus Severus Potter in her room. Soft, pastel green mixed with white for walls, a creme coloured circular rug below a single bed, downed with light green sheets, and her desk being a softly coloured wood. Essence's long blonde hair was in a braid, tied with a silver ribbon. She was wearing a silver frock, with black Mary Janes.
ESSENCE POV:
I let my laugh echo around the room as I collapsed back on my bed. Oh dear Salazar. An album was open on the bed, full of drawings of my father, my mystery father. When I see Ron, I just don't feel the connection. Albus tells me. When your parents are all together, you feel right. But with Ron, its all wrong. Albus picks up another one, of a man with dark blonde hair, tanned skin and silver-blue eyes.
"I seriously doubt that your father would look like this" He said, gesturing to the photo.
"Why not?" I demanded. I quite liked that sketch actually, but he was right. It didn't feel like him.
"I dunno, it just doesn't?" He flicked through another few pages and picked up another.
"Seriously? Highly impossible Essi." He held up a painting titled #54, and it was of a man with light blonde hair, grey eyes and pale skin. "What?" I asked defensibly, "I like that one." He sighed. "No one can look that much like their father, its creepy." I huffed and flipped to another that I liked. This one was of a man, holding a white lab puppy. He had lightly tanned skin, white blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.
"Hey, thats not bad" He commented. He tapped his chin, letting his hazel coloured hair fall in his eyes. "I can see where you are coming from. You inherited basically everything from your father, hair and eyes." I nodded thoughtfully and smoothed out my skirt.
"ALBUS! ESSENCE! DINNER!" Roared the voice of Ginny Potter. Yeah, that woman inherited a voice box for sure. I scrambled of the bed, picking up my sky blue robe. I quickly donned it and turned at a cry for help. Albus was speed buttoning his robe, one button off. I quickly helped his un-button, then re-button his cloak. I was just getting to my feet when another shout flew through the door.
"THREE"
I grabbed his hand and we rushed through the door and into the stairway
"TWO!"
We were at the bottom of the stairs.
"ONE!"
My foot landed right across the border into the dining room and breathed a sigh of relief. Quiet chatter once again filled the room and Albus and I took our regular seats. We were next to each other, in between Uncle Harry and Mother. I picked up a potato and poked it, thinking about tomorrow. I was so exited; tomorrow I would be at Hogwarts!
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I pressed my ear to the compartment door and grinned. I smelt drama! It was only the first day, I would have fun with this, I would.
"Who the Salazar are you?" Came a male voice, deep and smooth like silk. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I pressed harder.
"You don't know? Well I know who you are, pale skin, blonde hair, grey eyes. You must be a Malfoy." Malfoy? I racked my brains. The name was familiar. Mal-foy? Mal-foi? Mal foi? That was french for what? I found I couldn't remember. I listened hard to the end though. Blonde hair? Pale skin? Grey eyes? Grey irises locked with green
"Yes. I am Scorpius Malfoy, Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Malfoy, the Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, Heir to the Ancient and Noble house of Rosier, Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Lestrange, Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Greengrass, the Heir the the Ancient and Noble House of Crouch, Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Gamp and Heir to the Ancient and Noble house of Hitchens." I felt my mouth drop. That was what, eight houses? ALL at least Ancient AND Noble? Damn, that is a lot of money.
"I don't care" the snotty voice continued "You are death eater scum, just like your father" I felt my eyes narrow, a death eater?
"Get out" The now ice cold voice demanded. "Get. Out" The snotty voice humphed and the compartment door flung open. There stood a bright red headed girl with freckles and a round face. She noticed Albus besides me, his dark hair and green eyes.
"Hello!" She batted her eyelashes at Albus "I'm Polly Chapman. You are?" I felt bile burn my throat.
"None of your business" I barged past her, grabbing Albus's wrist and entering the compartment.
A boy with the palest blonde hair and striking grey eyes sat there, one hand clutching a leather-bound notebook and the other holding a white peacock feather, encrusted with gold. The boy looked up and observed them, as if silently judging them.
"Hello" The words slipped out of my mouth "I'm Essence, nice to meet you" The boy, Scorpius, looked me up and down. He held out a hand.
"Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy." He took a closer look at me "Is your last name Lovegood?" I smiled knowingly. Most people thought that me and aunt Luna were related, our hair is the same shade of blonde, well almost anyway.
"No, its Weasly." Scorpius looked stupefied for a moment "I mean" I continued "I don't really have the" I put on Luna's dreamy look "right facial expression". Scorpius smiled a little.
"Who's this then?" He asked, tilting his head at Albus
"I'm Albus. Albus Severus Potter." Scorpius nodded as the train began to move. I slipped into the seat and Albus sat next to me. Scorpius sat with his back straight, his arms folded neatly, almost as if he was in a business meeting while Albus sat leaning into the seat, his hands placed thoughtlessly on the table. I carefully arranged my elbows to be neat, and leaned onto my palm as my head tilted. "What house do y'think you'll be in?" Albus asked.
"Father and mother were both Slytherins" Scorpius answered, not giving his own preference. I nodded and thought about myself, what house did I think I was going to be in?
"My dad was in Gryffindor" I began "so was mother. But I think I would like Ravenclaw or even Slytherin." I finished softly, having finally voiced my thoughts.
Scorpius looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave me the tiniest of half-smiles. He turned to Albus. "What about you, Potter? Aiming for Gryffindor like your folks?"
A dark look crossed Albus's eyes. "No. I don't want to be anything like my dad" He almost spat. "I will want to be in Slytherin too, I suppose."
The guarded look in Scorpius's eyes faded slightly. "Oh. Great then, Sweet?" He asked, holding out a handful of pastries that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
Albus nodded yes, though he was still cautious. Seeing as the Potter kid had taken his candy, Scorpius's body fell and he leaned back into the seat, not entirely losing his posture but being more relaxed. "Cool beans, maybe we can be friends?" Albus asked, his eyes hopeful.
"Yeah" Scorpius let a smile leak through his facade. "Friends.
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"Oooooooooooh!" the crowd chorused as the door's opened to the great hall. The neat line of first-years walked down the small pathway. Essence tuned to Scorpius, who's eyes were guarded and face emotionless.
"Hope we both make it into one house" She whispered. His eyes softened a little bit and he whispered back
"I hope so too." Hope and happiness swelled up in her chest as she looked up at the blonde boy, who had a great sense of humour and was her first friend. She hoped she didn't loose him by being sorted.
"ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ" Essi sung in her mind, quickly realising that Scorpius would be first.
"Malfoy, Scorpius!" The voice of Deputy Headmaster Longbottom called out and a silence fell over the room. Everyone watched as a indifferent blonde boy walked up to the stool.
Sorting Hat thoughts
People's thoughts
Scorpius:
Why hello
Hello Sir
You've got quite a lot in here, haven't you?
Maybe, father always says so
Yes, I remember your father, top performing wizard, Prefect and Head boy
I want to be just as good, Sir.
That's quite the ambitious goal, it will require lots of hard work
Yes, so I was hoping that I would get placed in Ravenclaw, to defend my family's honour
Ravenclaw? Oh no no no! Why boy there is only one place for you!
Won't people think I'm just like my father then?
But you are, my dear boy, and be proud that you are.
… Alright. I'm ready.
"SLYTHERIN"
Albus:
Hm.. What have we here?
A mind.
I know that, dear boy. But what have we here? A young potter?
Very obviously.
Well young Potter, go join your brother in GRY-
No! Please! Stop!
Hm?
You know I don't want Gryffindor! You can see my mind!
Yes, I know. So, young Potter. You fancy you could be a Slytherin?
Yes- Of course!
Cunning? Not much.
….
But you have loads of ambition.
….
I guess that leaves us with- "SLYTHERIN!"
Thank you hat!
Essence:
…
Hello Hat, I'm Essence Weasly and I would like to be in-
I know dear girl.
Huh?
There is a hard path before you Essence.
..are you talking about my father?
Yes, and do not worry. Never doubt that he loves you
How-
Believe in him, and the path ahead will clear up
…. Thank you hat…
For now, there is only one house for you.
What?
Come see me again when you have figured it out.
Wha-
"SLYTHERIN"
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"You!" James Potter bellowed, his finger raised accusingly
"How- How dare you!" His face was as red as a tomato.
"How dare I what? James?" Albus asked worriedly, a hint of concern in his eyes.
"You little-"
"What? Did I do something wrong James?" Albus looked really concerned now, nibbling on his bottom lip. James shook his head. Scorpius took a step forward and tightened his hold on Albus's arm.
"You- betrayed us! You're a slimy Slytherin! A dark wizard with the death eater scum!" James immediately knew he had said the wrong thing, but was too angry to apologise. James watched as the once clear and joyful eyes darkened, then the expression on his face fell into an emotionless mask. Albus straightened his spine, then spoke coldly.
"Oh. Well I guess I do know when I'm not needed." He turned to leave when two fourth year Gryffindors walked around the corner. Noticing James behind the two small Slytherin boys, they smiled predatorily and had two wands pointed at the boys in a moment.
"Are you breaking these first-years alrealdy, Potter?" The taller one, Peterson Smith, asked.
"No, not yet" James looked down at the traitor of the family. "They're all yours"
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A/N: I know its not much, but stay in tune, better stuff coming!
