AN: Alright. This chapter is centred around Scorpius Malfoy, who wonders about his parentage, seeing as he ended up in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, like his ancestors.
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I take a good look at myself in the mirror and I think about someone important. It just feels like I don't belong into this family. I'm just Scorpius Malfoy, but seriously, I don't look anything like my mum. Only my dad. Dirty blonde hair doesn't run in the family. Platinum does.
I've been getting weird looks from my schoolmates. It's not normal for a Malfoy to end up in Ravenclaw. People have been telling me I look exactly like my father, but it's not true. I have onyx eyes. But suspiciously, both of my parents have grey eyes. Where did the onyx come from?
Walking around Malfoy Manor, I wondered, maybe, but just maybe, my dad might not be telling me some things. Should I confront him about it? I reckon he'll be pissed. I rather find out the truth myself. Where should I start? Isn't it obvious? The attic.
Sigh. This place hasn't been cleaned for ages. Where were the house elves when you needed them? I walk around looking for anything suspicious. There's not much light up here. Only a small window shining light into the dull attic was visible. I stood on a stool and looked out the window and I saw the world.
Not the entire world, duh. But it sure looked like it. Ooof! Damn, I fell off the stool and landed on a box. The contents of the box went flying in the air. I saw photos, lots of photos. I picked up a photo and studied it properly. It was a picture of me in a woman's arms and another baby in my dad's arms. I was gurgling while being tickled by the lady while dad looked on smiling.
I flipped the photo around. Scorpius and Carina was written. I took a closer look at the box. Stuck on it was a sticker saying Family Photos. Were the lady and baby my mum and sibling? Was this what my father kept from me? Has my whole life been a lie?
I keep everything that had fallen out of the box except the photograph. I closed the attic door and ran down the stairs shouting for my father. He was in the study doing some paperwork.
"Who are these people?" I asked shoving the photo into his face.
"Where did you get this picture?" he said after some time.
"In the attic," I said, "Who's Carina?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so why bother?" he exclaimed.
"I want you to tell me," I said, getting impatient.
"I won't," my dad said, "You're not ready"
"I don't care if I'm not ready for anything, just tell me," I said through gritted teeth. I was 14, an age where if I didn't get my way, who knows what would happen.
"Go away, Scorpius, I'm trying to work," my dad answered not bothering to look up.
"Tell me!" I said with a tint of anger.
"Go help your… mother!" he replied. Funny thing was, he hesitated when he said 'mother' like it wasn't true.
"You hesitated," I said, "That blond bimbo in the kitchen preparing tea isn't my mother, is she?"
"…"
"You can't even answer to that!" I exclaim, "Why won't you tell your own flesh and blood the truth?"
"Just trust me," he said, "I'll tell you when you're older"
"When? On your deathbed?" I ask angrily, "If these people are my family, I have the right to know!"
"Go away, Scorpius!" he replied angrily, "I'm very busy, and my boss wants this by tomorrow!"
"Fine! I'll just assume that I'm not your real flesh and blood after all!" I raised my voice.
"Don't you ever say that!" dad said in gritted teeth.
"Then just tell me the truth!" I said in gritted teeth, "Or I'll go ask that lady in the kitchen to see if she knows anything"
"Fine!" my dad stood up from his chair, "That's your mother and twin sister! Happy? Now get out and stop pestering me!"
I ran for it.
He knew and he never told me until now.
I knew I was different.
After all, I am the son of an ex-Death Eater and an anonymous lady. Presumably pure-blood. To find out who she is, all I have to do is narrow down the list. But where do I start?
Yearbooks!
Did they even have yearbooks back then?
Wait a minute. Isn't there a girl in my year called Carina? That Slytherin girl. What was her last name again? Ah, yes! Now I remember.
Its Carina Chang.
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