This is my first fanfiction. Please go easy on the comments. What I need is guiding criticism, not raves about how out-of-character my characters are.
This fiction tells the story from Scorpius Malfoy's view of the world. Siding with what he felt, and describing his feelings as well as I can.
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"Malfoy… isn't that that posh kid who lives in Malfoy Manor?" That is the response of the Muggle children when you ask them if they knew Scorpius Malfoy.
Posh kid, true. That was what they thought. But things aren't always what they seem. Scorpius was posh, but he was not like his parents. For one, they were stentorian personalities. Mr. Malfoy was an important businessman who garnered much respect in the wizard community, while Mrs. Malfoy was one of the most efficient judges the Ministry of Magic had ever had. She used a combination of kindness and cruelty to persuade the story out of convicts. He was a kind-hearted child who didn't like hurting others.
Another difference was the fact that he did not like mingling with the 'elite', or children his parents thought fit to hang out with him. They liked bullying others, and he didn't. Was he to blame for that?
His parents never took him to the seaside, to malls or to the parks. Their reason? Too many Muggles. Instead, they took him to drab wizarding party after drab wizarding party until he would have protested. But he didn't, because he was scared of his parents. They mistook it for obedience.
Scorpius had had a life without friends, holidays or ice cream. His parents home-schooled him – they wouldn't dare put him in a school full of Muggles. He was a child without childhood.
In appearance, he looked like a carbon copy of his father. The same thin pointed face, steel-grey eyes, silver-blonde hair and slender frame. He was also quite intelligent, but his parents wouldn't dare tell him that.
This forced submissiveness of his, this introvert behavior, resulted in the fact that his magic never showed. He'd almost given up and considered himself a squib till the letter came.
Then he was on cloud nine hundred and ninety nine; he was that happy.
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That is all for now. If I get any positive reviews ('any' includes anonymous reviews) I'll continue the story. If I do not, I'll keep writing anyway. If you want to follow the storyline, do put this in your Story Alert list, as the name is likely to change later on.
Thank you for reading.
