Uncertainty to an Extreme
Chapter 1: Insanity and Bloodthirsty Goals
Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpius. Or anything HP.
Summary: There is always a story behind the action. Some sort of justification for what we've done. Something to explain the reason for some unforgivable deed. Some kind of excuse for the evil path we've started to tread. But do we ever really have the chance to tell it?
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This place. So strange to him, every feature of it. Everything looked so different to him.
Scorpius couldn't make sense of it. Everything was so confusing, nowhere as organized as his beloved London. The country was so wide open with no sign of life for miles around. His head throbbed in pain from navigating around the mind-boggling pathways of Scotland.
He had no idea where he was, running along random streets. The voices were getting worse every day, taunting and teasing him, driving him into a mad stupor. Never before had they caused him to lose himself, never had he been pushed over the edge. He was getting closer.
These certain times of madness were extreme and severe, sending Scorpius into spasms and seizures that lasted for long grueling hours. The state he was in after these hours could only be described as uncertain of a purpose in life. An empty shell, void of feeling or rational thought. He hesitated at every step he took.
He was merely a shadow of who he used to be. Straight O student, perfect N.E.W.T's, with an ambition to rival that of Percy Weasley's. He was on the verge of plunging into an abyss, where he would lose the remaining sanity that he had left.
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"Remember Scorpius," his father would say, "the Malfoys will rule the Wizarding world! And you will be the Dark Lord to lead us to the top!"
Before, Scorpius hadn't understood the gravity of those words, always laughing happily and innocently, oblivious to the various dark dealings around him. Scorpius had been so naїve and had always ignored the one-sided whispered conversations between his father and himself, believing them to simply be temporary lapses in which his father would slip back into his old frame of mind in the dark days of Voldemort.
He had never thought of his father as evil. Far from it. Maybe he was a bit eccentric, and cunning to say the very least, but never evil. Not quite like the kind that many Slytherins were rumored to be.
He himself had never been quite into the pureblood-mania that his mother and father maintained in the household, just accepting it. He had been force-fed the pureblood principles since he had been a day old, lapping them up into his young, developing brain.
But what he had never realized was, it was all wrong. Killing innocent people just because they were different was wrong. Judging people by their heritage was wrong. Believing that you were superior by blood was wrong. Everything that he had been taught since birth was wrong.
And that's where everything had gone downhill.
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"It's not right, Father! There will never be another Dark Lord! And even if there were, it would not be me!"
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The first fight he and his father had ever had. The first serious one. The very first conflict that had ever occurred between them. His father had once again had the repeated whispered conversation with him. Only now, he was old enough to understand what the conversation meant. What it implied. But he had his own opinions now.
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"I refuse to be used for your own selfish purposes, Father! If you wish to bring the Malfoys power, do it honorably, nobly! I'm actually beginning to understand what the others meant when they said us Malfoys were no good! It's obviously in our blood!"
"I will not be spoken to in that tone, young man! You're starting to sound like those Mudblood-loving, blood-traitor Gryffindors! You are still underage, and therefore still under my care. You will follow the goals I have for you and you will do them willingly!"
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That had been the last conversation Scorpius had ever had with his father. It had been Christmas break in his seventh year. But he had had enough of his family. That very same night, he ran away from his childhood home and sought shelter in his friends' domiciles. And though he did return eventually, he would never be the same.
That had been the end of it. The Malfoys' legacy had been ended by the most likely successor. But Scorpius would take it even further. He began to plan…a dastardly plot to completely obliterate the blasted, twice-damned Malfoy legacy!
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A/N: I know the plot is kind of confusing right now. I'm going back and forth between flashbacks and working my way up towards the current situation. Any fresh ideas are welcome! Read and Review!
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