My first time writing this style of story so please be gentle with me!

For anybody reading my other fic - this is an additional one and the other is still be written at the same time! Don't panic ;)

Please note: This story will be a slash fic - If this is not your thing then please don't read and you won't be offended.

All characters etc belong to JKR and I do not claim them as my own.


BANG!

Scorpius Malfoy was woken suddenly by his front door being blast open. Blinking rapidly and feeling around for his wand, he sat up as quickly as he could.

Holding out his wand and looking around, he saw two faces approaching his bedroom. Before he even had a chance to think of a spell for the two intruders, the bigger of the two opened his mouth and cast a spell.

'Expelliarmus.'

Scorpius' wand flew out of his hand and the man, who he now recognised from his seven years at Hogwarts, grabbed it out of the air. He couldn't understand what was happening. Glancing at the clock, Scorpius noted that it was 20 minutes after 2am. What in Merlin's beard was Albus Potter and doing at his house, at this time of day? Well, night!

'What the …'

'Shut it Malfoy' said the second wizard who Scorpius then recognised slightly from school.

Hugo Weasley was a couple of years younger than both Albus and himself and Scorpius had never associated with him at Hogwarts. Well, to be fair, Scorpius hadn't associated with anyone much at Hogwarts. Any friends, well acquaintances, which he had know from his childhood before school had all been sorted into Slytherin, which was where Scorpius was expecting to go. Well until that dreadful day when the sorting hat decided otherwise. He remembered it well…

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'Oooooh, a Malfoy. It's been a quite a while since I had one of those… Hmmmm, you're not quite the same as your father and grandfather before you. No, a black sheep of the family … or a white sheep in your family. I had one of those before from your family, a long time ago, Black by name but not by nature.'

Scorpius knew of course who the sorting hat had meant. The 'scum' that had been Sirius Black had been ingrained into him from a very young age. Scorpius had always been secretly in awe of the rebel of the family.

'But what to do with you, young Malfoy. A good brain on your head, yes, but you lack that cunningness that your father before you had in abundance. Oh, I know. Better be Raaaaavenclaw.'

Scorpius remembered the silence in the great hall. He could remember the shock on everyone's faces but that shock doubled when not five minutes later Albus Potter got the same fate.

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The expression that was currently on Potter's face was not one that Scorpius was familiar with. It was one that he had seen, but only in The Daily Prophet after he had assisted with the capturing of someone dangerous. Normally, a dark or dangerous wizard, or someone who had escaped the Auror office many, many times. But that couldn't be the situation now. Scorpius had never heard anything so laughable, well yes obviously his family name was tainted with bad thoughts and feelings, but for him, it was definitely laughable.

The thoughts in his head must have caused him to smile as the next thing he heard was Weasley shouting again.

'Incarcerous'

Scorpius gasped as his arms and legs were bound tightly by ropes.

'Not smiling now are you Malfoy. Say goodbye to all of your home comforts as I'm pretty sure that Azkaban doesn't have a lot of them… if any' Weasley scowled.

'Hugo… Let's do this properly. Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of the job that needs doing.'

It was the first time that Scorpius had heard Potter speak in seven years, since they had left Hogwarts in fact. Even in light of the situation, Scorpius couldn't help but think how much he had always loved Potter's voice and how little it had changed in the past seven years.

'Potter… What is going on?'

'Come off it Malfoy, the games up. You're off to the Ministry for questioning and then it's off to Azkaban for you.'

'WHAT? You cannot be serious?'

Potter spoke up again.

'Don't act all coy, Malfoy. We have intelligence from a very reliable source. Now are you going to come in easily or are we going to have to force you there in these binds.'

'I want to speak to my father. I'm not going anywhere until I speak to him.'

'Oh, Al. Just take him. If he gets splinched for not cooperating then that's his own fault.' Hugo said impatiently.

Albus looked at Scorpius again before he spoke.

'I must say I was disappointed when I got this job. I always thought you were different from your family – obviously the sorting hat got it wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.'

For Albus, he really meant that. Although they hadn't been friends at school, Scorpius always seemed to work hard and keep out of trouble. He had grown up hearing lots of stories about Draco Malfoy – mainly from his Uncle Ron – and he had always thought Scorpius was nothing like his father. Obviously his judge of character wasn't as good as he had thought it was. And he was right about the sorting hat too, after his dad had told him the story of how his grandparents had been killed by Lord Voldemort, it was obvious to him that the sorting hat could make mistakes. Who would put a cowardly traitor in Gryffindor? People can't change that much, surely?

Scorpius was in shock. What in Merlin's name was he supposed to have done? He hated the look that was coming at him from Potter's face. They hadn't been friends in school but Albus had always looked at him with far less contempt than all the others in his house. At this moment in time though, the look of contempt on Potter's face was far greater than anything he had ever seen on another person's face – ever!

'An owl will be sent to a witch or wizard of your choice once we reach the ministry and only if you cooperate.'

Scorpius frowned but there wasn't a lot he could do whilst he was bound in these ropes. Even if he wasn't, there was no way he could duel against two of the best Aurors the ministry had to offer.

He cast his eyes downwards and let himself be apparated alongside Weasley and Potter.

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On arriving at the ministry Albus cast a spell to release Scorpius from his binding and led him to a desk where a balding wizard sat, drifting asleep by the look of the drool escaping from his mouth.

Albus coughed loudly and the wizard jerked awake.

'Oh, Mr Potter, Sir.'

'Corner … If you can get Mr Malfoy booked in quickly. The Minister is waiting for us.' Albus said with an edge to his voice.

'Um… Yes, of course… Um, full name?'

Scorpius assumed he was now being addressed.

'Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy'

'Birth Date?'

'March 3rd, 2006'

'Do you have your wand?'

Scorpius saw Potter reach into his pocket and pull out his wand and hand it over to the wizard.

The wizard took out a measuring stick.

'10 ¼ inches, Cherry Wood with a core of Unicorn Hair. Is this correct?'

'Yes.'

Scorpius turned to see Potter eyeing him curiously.

'Unicorn hair? Are you sure?'

'Erm, yes. It has been my wand for the last fourteen years. I think I'd know. Is there a problem with that?'

Potter looked perplexed and agitated. 'No, it's just wand lore legend states that Unicorn hair is very difficult to turn to the dark arts. You are obviously a much stronger wizard than I realised.'

Scorpius looked back at him with his own look of contempt.

'Or maybe the sorting hat isn't the only one to make mistakes. Are we finished with this questioning as I would like to send a letter to my father?'

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Ten minutes later Scorpius was given a small piece of parchment by Weasley. Potter had gone to speak to the Minister for Magic.

'Make it quick, Malfoy. I want to get home to my bed.'

Scorpius ignored him and turned to the parchment, dipping his quill in the ink, he began to write.

Father,

For reasons unknown to myself, I have found myself in The Ministry after being arrested by Aurors Potter and Weasley.

I still do not know why but I am assured it is serious.

Potter is speaking to the Minister himself now about me and he is going to be questioning me.

Please come to my assistance as I am unsure how to progress. They are talking about Azkaban and I am not ashamed to admit the thought scares me.

Your son,

Scorpius.


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