Yay, I finally got around to start my Scorrose story!
It'll be long, no idea how long yet, but veeeeery long.
I'll also be very slow updating cause that's unfortunately what I'm like.
Sorry in advance.
Also, if you've read my drabble collection 'More than friendly', you'll come across some snippets you already know in the course of this story.
This story will contain various pairings and POV, though mainly told through the eyes of either Rose or Scorpius and focussing on them.
Enjoy, darlings.
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Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was eleven years old, had his mum fussing over him and wide eyes fixed on the Hogwarts Express.
Basically, he was like all the other kids around him – except that he wasn't.
While they were excited to go to Hogwarts, either for the first time or returning, he was completely and utterly horrified.
He mentally cursed Auntie Daphne for having her children, his cousins, so much later than his parents had had him – what use was their adoration of big, oh-so grown up Scorpius who got to go to Hogwarts first to him?
To his horror, Scorpius felt tears stinging in his eyes as he thought of the Zabini twins, as envious as his cousins but happily, safely at home, and the lump in his throat worsened as he allowed his mother to pull him into a hug that he knew was utterly embarrassing but much needed.
If only Ella Flint had been born a month earlier and could be here with him – they were acquaintances more than friends, but he'd take any support he could get...
Knowing he might just let the tears run freely if he didn't compose himself right now, he wriggled out of his mother's grip."That's enough, Mum, really!"
"Well, excuse me for wanting to say good bye properly,"Astoria sniffed, straightening out his robes."I can't believe you're already of to Hogwarts! My little baby boy!"
Draco let out a laugh that he quickly turned into a cough as both his wife and son glared at him."Ah, well, let's get your luggage on the train, Scorp, shall we?"
The boy nodded and together they heaved the heavy school trunk onto the Hogwarts Express.
Then, Draco got off the train again, Scorpius standing in the door way to say his good bye.
"Well, that's it, then, isn't it?"he said with a air of cheeriness that he certainly wasn't feeling.
His dad smiled and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder.
To onlookers, he might have seemed distant from his son but the boy knew that he was restraining to hug him for the same reason he had convinced his crying Grandma Cissa and indignant Grandad Lucius from not coming to the station – with his family's involvement with Voldemort, he didn't need the reputation as notorius crybaby to deal with aswell.
His dad understood him so much better than anyone else in the world.
"You'll do great, son. Don't worry,"he said softly."Slytherins take care of their own, no matter what the other Houses might like to believe."
Scorpius nodded, actually somewhat reassured at this as he left in search of a compartment.
He didn't feel pressured to get into Slytherin, he was excited to join the house of his ancestors and maybe do what no one had properly managed before – show the world that Slytherin could do great.
The few Slytherins that had worked for the Light Side in the Wizarding War seemed somehow to be convenientally forgotten, just like the fact that a whole House had been banned from trying to fight because of one stupid comment from an eighteen year old school girl scared out of her wits – a comment that still haunted said girl almost two decades later – he'd heard Aunt Pansy tell his mum.
The other houses seemed to be happy to blame Slytherin far all evil, happy to ignore the fact that, if everyone expected you to turn out bad, what chance did you have, really?
Prejudice, that's what it was.
Exactly the thing that Slytherins were constantly accused of seemed to be perfectly fine when used against them.
Hypocrits, the lot of them, Gryffindor most of all.
So, really, Slytherin was the place to be, as far as Scorpius was concerned.
He walked along the aisle to find an empty compartment, only seeing one familiar face on his way.
Forcing himself to grin and wave back at Priyanka, he walked past her compartment nevertheless.
She was surrounded by her older cousins and their friends, all Gryffindors, as far as he knew. So sitting with them was certainly out of the question.
While they might well accept Uncle Theo as the 'one decent Slytherin', that was only because he had saved the butt of, and married, one of the members of their precious DA.
He, on the other hand, was a Malfoy, which pretty much equaled evil to them.
He comforted himself with the knowledge that Priya might not come to Slytherin with him, but was almost certain to go to Ravenclaw like her mother.
He'd atleast have a friend in the classes shared with the Eagles.
Finding an empty compartment at last, he settled in for what was going to be a very lonely trainride.
.*.*.*.*. Priya's the daughter of Padma Patil and Theodore Nott, by the way ;)
