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Scorpius Visits the Potters
Draco Malfoy was extremely agitated. Extremely. He was in his living room with his wife, Astoria, who was sitting on a couch, chewing a lock of her hair.
Draco's eyes kept flitting to the window, but there was nothing to see except the grounds at Malfoy Manor. He stuck his head out the window, and looked left, right, up, and down. Evidently seeing nothing, he spun on his heel and began pacing again.
Astoria didn't like it. It was putting her on edge.
"Stop pacing, Draco!" Astoria snapped, dropping her wet strand of hair and letting it dangle against her face. She sighed, and glanced at the window as well. In a voice of sort of forced calm, she said, "Are you expecting an owl?"
Draco stopped pacing and turned to face Astoria. "An owl? An owl?" his normally cool and collected voice was slightly hysterical, "Bloody Hell, Tori!"
He stopped, and collected his breath before continuing, "Do you realize that we could get a ransom note if we go through with this? Or, I don't know, a letter informing us that Scorpius has fallen to his doom off a broomstick, or a conveniently placed cliff or something, in a tragic "accident". Or maybe it will be that his hand slipped when eating dinner and he ended up shish kebob-ed on his butter knife! You know, all of this purely accidental, of course. Or maybe he'll "trip" and fall down three flights of stairs! Or maybe-"
"Draco!" Astoria cut in, "Stop panicking, please! It's not like we're sending him to spend the week with a family of axe-murderers or something! Just… calm down!"
Draco sat down.
They sat in silence for a minute, then Astoria spoke.
"Look… he's a good judge of character, you know he is. And if he feels uncomfortable, we can come and get him right away."
Draco's stare was burning a hole in the carpet.
SCREECH!
Both Draco and Astoria jumped. Their owl had just flown in the window with a letter tied to its foot. Draco fumbled as he took it off, read it silently, and passed it to Astoria. They seemed to be communicating nonverbally. Draco spoke.
"Then… we let him go?"
"…We let him go."
At the Potter Residence:
*CRASH*
"SCORPIUS! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE! Took you long enough ma… ouch… that looks painful… DAD! DAD, WE NEED YOU TO DO THAT BRUISE-HEALING SPELL!
…AND A REPARO ON THE COFFEE TABLE!"
"Hey Al, good to see you again."
"Yeah, you too."
"'Lo, Scorpius." Harry had come down the stairs. "Ouch… you hit that coffee table pretty hard, huh?"
At Malfoy Manor:
Astoria wasn't so calm anymore. She had completely worked herself up.
"What if he hurts himself? You and Potter really hated each other in school, what if he decided to just leave Scorpius with a bruise or cut because he didn't care enough to help? I mean, Potter's all noble and stuff, so he'd probably do something if it was serious, but he might not think a bruise or something warrants his attention! Sure, if it was one of his own children, but Scorpius is the child of his enemy!"
At the Potter Residence:
"Here, let me fix that for you."
Harry tapped Scorpius's shin, and the bruise melted away.
"Well, I'm headed to the office. Ginny's in our room, but try not to bother her because she's working on an article. I'll see you two later, then."
"Bye Dad!"
"Goodbye Mr. Potter."
*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*
James came pounding down the stairs. He was headed to his uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's house down the street, because his best friend, Freddie Weasley, was visiting with his dad (that is, Freddie's dad, James's Uncle George).
At Malfoy Manor:
Draco had his own worries about Scorpius.
"I'm not too worried about that, because a bruise really isn't that serious, and you know if Potter's son asked him to, Potter would fix it. No, what I'm worried about is the older brother! He's in Gryffindor you know, Beater for the Quiddich team, and famous for his pranks at Hogwarts. He's a typical Golden Boy, and I don't want to think about what he'd be willing to do to the bad Slytherin influence on his little brother. To him, Scorpius is probably just Death Eater spawn in typical Slimy Slytherin. Even if he doesn't manage to kill Scorp in one of his "pranks", he certainly isn't going to be very friendly! I wouldn't be surprised if he was just a bully, a bully extremely prejudiced against Scorpius!
At the Potter Residence:
James skidded to a halt in front of Al and Scorp.
"Why, hello there, little brother! And who is this? Friend of yours?" James's face lit up with a grin that was slightly crooked and slightly fear-inducing, but very friendly. "Ah, yes, I remember! The Spawn of a Death Eater, my very own little brother's best friend!" James's grin was unrelenting, and slightly scary in its enthusiasm… and width.
"It's nice to meet you, Death Eater Spawn! Can I call you DES for short? Ah, never mind, I must go and plot dastardly plots with my best mate, one prankster extraordinaire, Freddie Weasley! See you."
And with that James bounded out the door.
At Malfoy Manor:
Draco and Astoria were right in the middle of trying very hard not to think about the increasingly tragic death scenarios of Scorpius that kept popping into their heads when the front door opened.
"Draco! Astoria! We're home!"
The blood drained from their faces, and Draco's muttering was barely audible. "But… my parents aren't supposed to be home for two weeks."
Astoria was equally shocked. "They said they'd be in France for an entire month."
At that moment, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy came striding into the room.
"Well? Don't I get a greeting?" Narcissa raised an eyebrow. Draco quickly gathered himself, and went to hug his mother.
"Hello Mum. Hello Dad."
Astoria went to greet them as well. "So, what are you doing here? What happened to France?"
Lucius snorted. The two of them sat down, along with Draco and Tori, and Narcissa declared: "France-is-dreadful."
"Errr… dreadful, huh?"
"Yes, Draco, dreadful. I am never going back to that Godforsaken country again!" (AN: I've never been to France, so I have no idea what it's like. I don't mean to insult anyone, I just needed Lucius and Narcissa to come in unexpectedly) Narcissa heaved a sigh and smoothed her dress. "But, I don't want to talk about that."
"Yes, I agree. Tell me, where's Scorpius? He can't already be in bed."
"… errrrr… Scorpius?"
"…yes. Scorpius, Draco."
"Errmmmmm… well… Scorpius who…?"
…
"Astoria. My grandson Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy? You know, the one you gave birth to?"
"…the one I gave birth to, huh?"
"Yes. Just in case you were getting him mixed up with all those other Scorpius's you know."
"Ah. Yes. Them."
…
…
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Draco!"
At the Potter Residence:
"Scorp, how did you convince your parents to let you come?"
"Well, it wasn't easy. I think they would have been fine if it was you coming over to our house, but since you invited me first…"
"Right."
"They were panicky at first, but I guess they finally agreed to it when your dad sent that letter saying you guys would be happy to have me over."
At Malfoy Manor:
"Where-Is-Scorpius?"
"Errr… well… I want you to keep in mind that he's perfectly safe…"
"And that me and Draco both decided about this, after a lot of consideration…"
"WHERE IS HE!"
...
"ScrpussatthPttrs"
"…what?"
"I said Scorpius isat thePttrs."
"…Draco…"
"Scorpius… is at… the Potters…"
Dead. Silence.
More Dead Silence.
Astoria was getting slightly worried about her in-laws.
"Errr… Harry and Ginny Potter? You know them? Well, their house… that's where Scorpius is."
At the Potter Residence:
"What about your grandparents?"
"Are you kidding? They're in France for a month, so hopefully they'll never find out about this. Ever."
At Malfoy Manor:
"SCORPIUS IS WHERE!"
Draco gulped. He'd known telling them would be a bad idea.
AN: I'd originally intended for this to just be a oneshot, but I kept wanting to add more stuff so I made it into a twoshot instead. Sorry for the abrupt ending. First FF, so please R&R!
