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This story takes place right before the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows.
Thanks to Deviant-Little-Angel for the inspiration of writing this. Hope you all like it!
Scorpius Malfoy stared at the ceiling as he lay on his bed. What to do today? He wondered. Just then he remembered today was the day his parents promised to take him to Diagon Alley. Weeks had passed since he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the young man had insisted to his parents on the need to get the required supplies early. Though his expression did not show it, he was worried that he would get the 'last picked' items. But he knew his father, Draco, would only allow the best for his son. He was a Malfoy after all.
He uncovered himself from his silk sheets and quickly got ready for the day. After taking a hot shower, Scorpius threw on a simple white button down shirt, black slacks, and a black cloak which bore the Malfoy family crest. He took a quick glance around his meticulously clean room and grabbed a letter from atop a mahogany bureau and placed it in his cloak pocket.
As Scorpius walked towards the door, he heard a knock before one of the house elves meekly opened the door. The young elf had droopy ears and wore a dirty pillowcase which at one point in time had been white. Chip smiled, glad to see Scorpius was awake. Chip looked up to Scorpius with large brown eyes, a genuine smile pasted on his face, "'G'morning Young Master, your father sent me to wake you, but you already are!" He joyfully exclaimed. "Come, come!" Chip said as he motioned for Scorpius to follow him down the stairs. "Master says for Young Master to hurry!" With that, Scorpius followed the young elf down the marble staircase and into the lavishly furnished living room where both his parents awaited.
"Here he is! Here he is!" Chip joyfully shouted as he bounded happily towards Draco Malfoy who sat on a couch beside his wife. The elf slowed his pace as he neared his master and stopped at Draco's feet. "Thank you" Draco stated with a smile, dismissing the elf. Both Astoria and Draco looked at their son, surprised to see him dressed and ready to go.
"Well hello there handsome" Astoria greeted her son.
"Good morning Mum, g'morning Dad" Scorpius said as he sat himself next to his mother.
Both Astoria and Draco were elegantly dressed, ready for the days events. Astoria beamed proudly at her son, looking so much like his father. She stroked his platinum blond hair before she planted a kiss on his forehead.
"MUM!" The young boy yelled out, pulling away from his mother.
"Alright, alright." She laughed. "Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Of course!" Scorpius exclaimed in excitement.
Draco chuckled as he stood and lead his family through the main doors, "Well let's hurry off then."
Scorpius walked next to his father, who was holding Astoria by the small of her back. After they had gone through the main manor gates, Scorpius reached for Draco's hand. As soon as he did, the familiar sensation of apparition took over him. It felt as if his stomach had somehow tied itself into a knot. Before Scorpius knew it, they were standing in the Leaky Cauldron. It was now Scorpius' turn to lead as he ran ahead towards a brick wall which served as the gateway to Diagon Alley. As Draco and Astoria neared the wall, Astoria drew her wand and tapped the bricks in a counter-clockwise order. Scorpius watched as the wall transformed itself into a doorway that lead to the bustling street of Diagon Alley.
Scorpius was the first to go through the gateway followed by both his parents. He stood astonished at the amount of people that were there. Diagon Alley was filled with people. There were children dragging their parents behind them , parents dragging their kids, lone teens wandering about with supply lists, groups of teens who were shopping together, and countless others who were all there shopping for the upcoming school year.
It was when Scorpius reached for his supplies list when he saw his friends, Todd Freece and Ryan McGallagher, staring through a glass window which displayed the latest Nimbus 4700. Scorpius ran towards his friends and joined them in admiration of the racing broom. Todd and Ryan greeted their friend when Scorpius approached.
"Can you believe at how fast this broom is? Faster than the Comet 1500!" exclaimed Todd.
"The Comet 1500? Ha! It's faster than the Limited Edition Firebolt 500!" argued Ryan.
"Impossible! The Firebolt 500 is the fastest thing out there, the Nimbus 4700 can't be faster than that! Think about it, the Tutshill Tornados won the Quidditch Championship Cup using Firebolt 500s against the Appleby Arrows who were using Nimbus 4700s!" Scorpius explained. His friends nodded in agreement. They sighed heavily in unison. Unfortunately, the company that manufactured Firebolts only released a limited number of Firebolt 500s, most of which were bought by professional quidditch teams. The rest of the prized brooms were auctioned off to the highest bidder and for anyone to acquire one now would take nothing short of a miracle.
"Scorpius Malfoy!" Astoria called out, her voice carrying through the loud crowded streets.
The young blond rolled his eyes at his Mother's call and reluctantly went to join his parents after saying his good-byes to his friends. Draco noticed this and marched toward his son. Draco leaned towards Scorpius, now standing eye level with the younger Malfoy. Scorpius knew he was in trouble when he saw his father walk briskly towards him. Oh great….
"Did you just roll your eyes toward your mother?" Draco fiercely asked, though he kept his voice low so that only his son could hear.
"N-no." Scorpius stuttered failing to mask the lie.
Draco glared at Scorpius, his cold grey eyes piercing through the matching grey eyes of his son. "Do not, under any circumstances, show any disrespect your mother. Understood?" Draco asked. Scorpius only nodded to answer the rhetorical question.
Satisfied, Draco recomposed himself and returned to his wife, followed closely by Scorpius. Astoria waited for her son to stand beside her before she gently placed an arm around him. "Try not to mind your father, he only did that because he cares." She whispered in his ear.
Again, Scorpius nodded in understanding. As he walked beside his parents, he took out his Hogwarts acceptance letter and skimmed to the page which contained the required supplies:
First Year Students Will Require:
- Three sets of plain work robes (black)
- One plain pointed hat (black)
- One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
- One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Other Equipment:
- One Wand
- One Cauldron (Pewter, standard size 2)
- One set glass or crystal phials
- One Telescope
- One set brass scales
Books:
- The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
- A History of Magic: Revised by Bathilda Bagshot
- Magical Theory by Alalbert Waffling
- A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by New Scamander
- The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Scorpius sighed as he read the last line. He had hoped to get his first broomstick this year, but now he had to wait another full year. Scorpius walked into The Wardrobe, a prestigious clothing store. He easily found all the robes and clothing he needed for the school year. He marked each item off his list as his father paid for them.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Nold greeted with a friendly smile.
"Good afternoon to you, how is your day thus far?" Draco asked.
"Oh very well, thank you for asking, quiet busy you know." The old wizard glanced toward the blond boy who seemed to be marking things off a list. The Shopkeeper determined the boy to be Draco's son by the shocking resemblance he has to his father. "Ah that must be your son!"
"Indeed he is." Draco proudly stated as he guided his son by the shoulder to present him to the elder wizard. Scorpius managed to grin at Mr. Nold, knowing this old shopkeeper was one of the first to accept his father back into society.
At the end of the Second Wizarding War, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy worked hard in an attempt to regain their status as part of the social elite. Their vain efforts lead the Malfoy reputation nowhere. It was not until Draco Malfoy cut his ties to his father that he regained the family social status. Though Draco loved his father, he knew that the only way to redeem his family's credibility was to atone for any wrong that they had done during the war. Lucius disagreed to this, much too proud to admit to his faults.
Before Scorpius was born, Draco and Lucius had another heated argument in regards to regaining the Malfoy family reputation. It was during this altercation that Draco decided to take Astoria and move away from the Manor. Narcissa however, convinced her husband that it would be a better idea if she and Lucius left the Manor so that Draco can have a proper place for his family.
Draco had not spoken to his father since that night, but he occasionally gets a letter from him during the holidays. Narcissa on the other hand visits often and had watched after Scorpius when he was younger. It had taken Draco many years of working within the Ministry to convince the wizarding world that he had truly changed. It was a painfully slow process, but eventually Draco Malfoy attained the trust of those around him. There are still a few witches and wizards that are prejudice against the Malfoy family. Draco knew his family deserved it, however this only added fuel to prove them wrong.
"Will that be all?" Mr. Nold asked Draco.
"Yes, thanks again." Draco responded with a friendly grin.
Scorpius and his parents went to various shops and purchased all of the needed supplies for his first year at Hogwarts. Scorpius took another glance at his list. All that was left was a wand and books. Though he tried to save the best for last, he could no longer wait. He wanted a wand. It was the one object that every young wizard wished to possess. It symbolized a magical coming of age.
Scorpius entered Ollivanders, the small shabby wand shop . Draco and Astoria followed their son inside. Scorpius looked around curiously, wondering exactly how many wands were in the shop. From what he could see there were hundreds of thousands of narrow little boxes piled neatly against the walls, on shelves, the boxes were everywhere.
"Mr. Malfoy! I was wondering when young Scorpius would come for his wand." Said the old wand maker. Scorpius looked at the old man doubtfully before taking a glance back to his parents as if to say, Really? This is the great wand maker?
"Come now, don't be shy!" Ollivander motioned for Scorpius to come closer. "Now hold out your wand arm." The old wizard commanded.
Scorpius reluctantly rolled up the sleeve of his right arm before extending it to Mr. Ollivander. The old wizard took out a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. The same tape measure that had been used since the shop opened. The magical tape measure began to work its way all over Scorpius' body, taking a strange variety of different measurements. From elbow to shoulder, finger to elbow, head to toe, toe to knee, knee to nose, there was no way of telling where the magical measuring tape would go next.
"Enough," the wizard said and the tape measure ceased its actions and immediately dropped to a heap on the floor. "Try this, ebony and phoenix feather. Nine and two thirds of an inch."
Scorpius only managed to hold the wand before Mr. Ollivander snatchd it back.
"No, no, that won't do." Mr. Ollivander muttered to himself. "Try this! Exactly like your father's first wand, hawthorn and unicorn hair, reasonably springy."
This time Scorpius managed to just barely raise the wand before Mr. Ollivander took it out of his hand.
"That one won't do. Hmmmm…."
Scorpius, Draco, and Astoria all watched as the old wizard rummaged through the maze of shelves. After several minutes Mr. Ollivander returned to the counter with an old, dusty, tattered box. "This… this might be the one for you Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Ollivander said as he patted the small box, causing him to cough from the amount of dust that collected on top of the abused container.
Scorpius reached for the box and opened it. "Ebony and dragon heartstring, ten and a half inches, rather tenacious." Mr. Ollivander said describing the wand.
Scorpius ran the back of his fingers down the length of the wand. It was a smooth, black, elegant looking wand, similar to that of his grandfather, Lucius. Upon picking it up, he immediately felt a warm sensation around his fingers. With the flick of his wrist, the wand responded by creating white and red sparks, when he swished it through the air, it created a black and red stream. Draco and Astoria both smiled as they watched their son find his wand.
"How peculiar…that wand has been in my shop for eons now. Very special that one. Only wand to have a Hungarian horntail heartstring core. After retrieving that particular heartstring, I swore, never again would I try. Such a difficult wand to make." Mr. Ollivander stated.
"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Scorpius kindly said as Draco handed Mr. Ollivander ten gold Galleons to purchase Scorpius' wand.
"You're very welcome." The old wizard replied as he bowed them from his shop.
Upon Scorpius' return to the main street of Diagon Alley, he reached into his interior cloak pocket for the folded letter. He looked over the list of books and he knew of only one place to find them. Scorpius walked to Flourish and Blotts with his parents tow. The young wizard browsed through the maze of shelves in search for all the required books. Astoria watched as her son had difficulty finding the books. She offered to help, stating it would be much easier to conjure the books to go to them. Stubborn, Scorpius insisted that he find the books himself. Draco suggested that he and Astoria go elsewhere to leave their son to his task. Astoria thought it was a good idea and told Scorpius that they would be located at The Wardrobe.
Now with his parents gone, Scorpius was left to search though the shop. He managed to find all the books except for A History of Magic: Revised. Scorpius at last found the last book, with his vision trained on the book; he was too distracted to notice a girl who reached for the same copy. At the moment they brushed their hands against each other, each quickly pulled back their arm.
"Sorry," The young witch said with a blush to her cheeks.
"My apologies." Scorpius said at the same time now turning his attention to the girl who stood next to him. The girl wore a red t-shirt with a floral design, jeans, and had brown hair with just the slightest tint of red. The long soft curls framed her angelic face perfectly. But neither of which was what caught Scorpius' attention. It was her chestnut brown eyes that captured him. The blond boy stood stupidly as he was stuck by her beauty.
"Are you ok?" The girl asked. The young witch giggled as she reached for the same book as well as grabbing another copy to hand to Scorpius. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Scorpius managed to say with a grin.
"First year?" She inquired.
Scorpius nodded, "First year at Hogwarts, you?"
"Same." She smiled.
Scorpius looked over the girls shoulder at a young boy with red hair. The boy had both hands to his hips and glared impatiently at the girl he was speaking to. "That fellow over there seems to be trying to get your attention."
The girl turned her head to glance over her shoulder. "Oh that would my gremlin of a brother."
"COME ON!" The boy suddenly exclaimed, "Mum and Dad are waiting outside."
"Well it was nice to meet you." The witch quickly said as she hurriedly paid for her books before proceeding out the door.
Scorpius watched as she rushed out of the shop. With A History of Magic: Revised in hand, he placed it on top of the pile of books he had retrieved earlier. As he paid for the books with the money his father had given him, he frowned upon the realization that he didn't get a chance to ask for the girl's name.
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