It's dark. Rated T for ideology of the story. Only the odd Bloody and Git in the story, just like JK.
I obviously do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's wonderful creations. The ideas are mine though. As far as I know I have not copied anyone else's work. Enjoy
"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was an extraordinary young man. He acted with his heart, not his head, which made him popular with many students here at Hogwarts. He fought bravely for what he believed in, and despite leaving us early, so very, very early, he left us with such a large and varied array of memories, some happy, some funny but all of them good." Professor McGonagall wiped a tear from her eye, something that shocked the other students, though not as much as the reason for them being there.
"As his friends were the most important aspects of his life, Albus Severus Potter and Rose Weasley have some words to say."
All eyes were now on the two fifth years as they approached the podium. Albus went first, tears apparent in his eyes.
"Scorpius was like a brother to me, though unlike James, we never argued. In many aspects he was just like my real brother. He was brave, honest and a joker. There wasn't the slightest hint of evil in him, despite his origins. I loved him. He was my first true friend; someone who saw me for me, not who my parents were. For that I owe him my life. I have only one regret about our time together." Al sobbed. It was taking all his energy just to speak. "I didn't save him." He broke down and ran off the stage, crying and running to his father.
Rose balled her hands into fists that stuck to her sides. Filled with more pain than the others knew, she began her speech.
"Scorpius was more to me than just my friend. I loved him, not like a brother, but I was in love with him." There were some gasps from the Gryffindor girls, but they hushed when hundreds of eyes glared at them.
"He was strong, not just physically but mentally. He often mentioned how his father mistreated him because Scorpius didn't agree with his ideas of good and evil. He was often called a Blood Traitor and Scum by his own mother. Yet he became a better person than any other here. I don't know what finally pushed him, but that last day with him, he wasn't my Scorpius." She took a deep breath; the next thing was to be the hardest thing to ever say.
"He didn't have his soft, silver eyes, nor did he have his bright, warm smile. He was filled with something else. Maybe it was rage that took him to that dark place, maybe it was depression after reading that letter. I don't know what pushed him, but I do know that his memory remains inside me; his purity, his love for life. If he walked to his death, I assure you doubters that it was not cowardice. It was not fear for himself. If he was prepared to die, it was to protect us. I'm sorry to say, but I think there's going to be a third war." The hall turned from silence of mourning to a silence of fear. "And Scorpius was the first victim."
What do you think? Should I write more. I plan to, but I do want some constructive criticism. I especially would like readers' input in this story. R+R peeps. Thanks for reading