Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter and everything recognizable belongs to J K Rowling.
Sept. 7/ 2016
First thing I'd like to say; it's a JOURNAL!!
Now that thats over with...
Hi, my name is Scorpius Malfoy; Son of Draco Malfoy, and Astoria Malfoy.
So, yeah... My mom bought me this journal as an 'Off-to-Hogwarts' gift-y thing. It's my first year, it's really, uh, cool.
What am I supposed to write in this thing?
Right now I'm riding on the Hogwarts Express, I'm really nervous on which house I'll get sorted into. If I get sorted into Hufflepuff, I might jump of a cliff...
Someone's coming into my compartment...
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Was it really my fault I was obsessed?
I mean the stories, the songs, and the raving fan girls; how could you survive in this world and not get hooked?! REALLY!
I have tons of his pictures, almost ever news paper article on him, a list of his friends, his wizard-net wiz-mail address, and the names of his children, his age, and even JK Rowling's fictionalized story of his life!
Harry Potter, the Saviour of the wearing world! And I just made a total fool of myself in front of his sons; plural!
They were the ones who came into my compartment; they were talking about the new wizard-net, saying how it was a terrible new invention, and how it might affect the amount of quttich players signing up this year. I, of course, decided to be a total idiot and argue that wizard-net was a good thing. They just gave me a look, and decided they were going to another compartment.
On the bright side; I'm a Ravenclaw.
Wishing I Wasn't An Idiot,
Scorpius
Scorpius Malfoy set down his pen and sighed, rubbing that space between his thumb and his forefinger; like he always did when he was frustrated. Looking around, he saw the Ravenclaw common room in its sapphire blue glory. He was completely alone in the dead of night with nothing but the fireplace as company.
The fireplace was still going strong, making flickering shadows across all the furniture. There was a huge bookshelf opposite the fireplace; it was huge, with books ranging from anatomy, to science fiction, and everything else in-between.
He ran a hand through his shoulder length blonde hair thinking back to the train ride, hoping he hadn't screwed everything up. Scorpius grabbed his glasses and was about to run upstairs, when he heard muffled sobs. It came from behind the couch.
Scorpius slowly stepped closer to the couch, and stuffed his glasses onto his face.
"Hello?" He called carefully. The sobs immediately stopped, followed by an equally cautious voice,
"Salutations,"
Scorpius almost smiled," You've read 'Charlottes' Web'?" He asked.
"Yeah," answered the voice. It stood up from behind the couch; a first year girl.
"I hated how they killed Charlotte in the end," Scorpius said shyly.
"Me too," she replied, "So, what's your name?"
"Would you believe me if I said 'Wilbur'?" asked Scorpius teasingly.
She just raised an eyebrow.
"Scorpius," He said offering a hand.
She blushed, "Charlotte," she murmured.
Scorpius let his hand fall as he let out a laugh. "So, Charlotte, how the web-work?"
She smiled, "I'll tell you tomorrow," she whispered, and she ran.
Scorpius just smiled, and ran upstairs, looking forward to tomorrow.
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A/N: Yeah...I'm not really gonna continue this Idea. PM me if you want to continue any of the oneshots/Ideas I post on this.
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