Scorpius Malfoy had always wondered about a particular scar on his father's arm. His father usually wore robes with dark, lengthy sleeves, but, infrequently, the sleeve fell back, revealing a grotesque scar, or at least, half of it. Scorpius absolutely hated the sight of it, with its bright pink lines running across in an odd, circular fashion, almost in the form of a…skull-like shape, with an even stranger pattern down beneath. It terrified him senseless the first time he had the un-pleasure of witnessing it. He had said nothing to his father, and most certainly would say nothing to his loving, yet over-bearing mother. She would most likely scold his father for doing something senseless, and he knew how much his father despised being scolded. It was years before he gathered the courage, and when he did, he was not disappointed by the story.
"Well, Scorpius…I…was not the best person when I was younger. I was cruel to those who I considered lesser than me, and most people, in my opinion then, were lower. I taunted and teased, and threatened with revenge. I never once apologized, and found no need to back then. My father, my mother, my aunt Bellatrix, my uncle Rodolphus, they were all Death Eaters, my entire family. Why would I refuse to join a cause that my entire family joined, a cause that I completely supported? To rid this world of lesser blood, the muggle-borns? I joined in my sixth year of Hogwarts, and had a tattoo put on me. The Dark Mark. The root of all pride in my family, to show you were the best, the very best, when really, you were a menacing bully, no more than that! I regretted my decision, and in my remorse for all I had caused, I...I-"
Without warning, his father began to sob uncontrollably. Scorpius, feeling awkward, patted his father's back and waited for him to continue.
"I…I'm sorry, I just got a bit upset…A-anyways, I attempted to remove with a knife, but it was impenetrable, so I used magic, a curse, to be precise. It…nearly destroyed my arm, and almost emptied me of blood. I nearly died. I'm glad I didn't…You and your mother are very special to me, and I wouldn't give you up for the world."
Scorpius thought nothing less of his father, in fact, he was even more proud that his father had attempted to right his wrongs, even going so far as to remove it in a way that had been very deadly. His father was a great man, in his eyes, for attempting to fix his mistakes and he hoped that one day, he could be just like him. And then he thought of something…
"Hey, dad...I have another question…It's really important. I've been wanting to ask you it for a while…"
"What is it, son? Anything for you."
"Can we get a ferret?"