This is my first harry potter story so I hope you enjoy(:
Third Person POV:
I Am Not My Father
The Ride Up
Scorpius wasn't afraid.
On the contrary, he was very much prepared and excited. He was finally going to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. He'd heard stories of this place ever since he could remember, mostly from his mother. She painted glorious pictures in his head, a mystical castle, friendly ghosts, kind teachers. He was very excited.
But then there was his father.
Draco Malfoy.
He was a traitor, Scorpius agreed. Draco was one of the reasons Dumbledore had died, he betrayed the whole school for Lord Voldemort. But Scorpius still admired his father. He was a great man who gave his son the best in life, always trying to make sure the boy was happy. He never pushed him too much, and he was always to have a laugh with him. His past was an issue Scorpius did not concern himself with, he loved his Father. However, still, the whole world could have been taken over if it hadn't been for...
"Harry Potter," Draco spat the name and Scorpius followed his eyes to a tall, lanky man with jet black hair, flurrying with grey strands.
Scorpius's eyes went wide, "Father! Father, is that?"
"Yes," Draco sighed putting a hand on on his son's shoulder, "Scorpius, that's Harry Potter, the chosen one," Draco growled once more, "Looks like he had a lot of kids. And there's weasel! Kids as well, with that filthy mudblood Herm-"
Scorpius uttered a small whisper, "Father, don't say that word." Scorpius understood the pain that family had caused his father. Draco was an outcast to most, only his money kept him a stable home. The family did not have many friends, no one to very much talk to. Draco didn't have to say that word though, Draco's family was nearly the only pureblood left, it was silly to say that word, it was wrong. He was completely fascinated, observing Harry Potter. Scorpius knew his father had a great hatred for him, but he was still the Harry Potter! He defeated The Dark Lord, and surrounding him was his friends who had helped. He was embarrassed to say, he was a bit star struck. Most noticeable, he was gathered around a bunch of children, close to Scorpius in age, but some younger and older. Harry Potter was coaxing a young, red headed girl who looked to be crying. He didn't bother to pay attention to the children, he was still staring at Harry Potter, maybe he could see the scar. Scorpius also was looking at, who he guessed were, Hermione and Ron Weasly. They were Harry's most helpful, true friends. Ron had fire truck engine hair and Hermione had mousy brown frizzy locks, but they just looked and seemed right together. For a moment, his eyes locked with Ron's and he darted his grey orbs right away. He felt his face grow hot while out of the corner of his eye he could see Ron whispering something, Scorpius assumed about him. His stomach felt rather sick at this moment.
The train gave a large whistle and Draco went to look at his son once more before he set off. He got on his knee and put both hands on his son's shoulders, "I want you to have a good time here, Scorpius. I don't want you to be nervous or afraid."
"I'm not, Father," and the glint in his grey eyes made Draco frown. He knew how it would be, he knew Scorpius would be an outcast because of what his father had done in his past.
Draco went on, "People may not like you for who you are or where you come from, but-"
"I know, I don't care."
But you will Draco desperately thought. He didn't know why he felt his throat close up and his eyes begin to tighten, "I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?" And when he saw his father's grey eyes begin to fill up with water his voice became strained, "Dad?"
"Scorpius," his eyes locked hard with his son, "I want you to be a braver and more loyal person than I ever was and could be. I don't want you to be afraid of anyone."
"I don't under-"
"I'm not proud of my year at Hogwarts, I made horrible, wrong mistakes and I don't want you to follow down my path," he was very quiet, as if he was afraid someone else would hear him admitting his wrongs, "I want you to promise me this. Be brave, Scorpius, Be loyal."
Scorpius didn't understand. His eyes were wide and his voice shook, "I do, Dad, I promise, but-"
His voice was cut off by a whistle from the train and Draco brought him in to a strong, large hug, "Have fun," he muttered, "No regrets."
"None," Scorpius gave a small smile, trying to cheer his father up, but couldn't erase his confusion. He gave his mother a hug and she tearfully waved goodbye while he hauled his luggage on the train.
There was a lot of pushing.
Everyone was trying to get to a compartment and nobody was being polite about it. Scorpius opened a few doors to filled compartments, before finally finding a solitary one. He was waiting for someone to come to join him, hopefully being his first friend. It was very lonely and quiet, he didn't prefer riding to Hogwarts this way.
But he kept thinking about what his father had said.
'I want you to be a braver and a more loyal person than I ever was and could be.'
What did he mean? He knew his father had made mistakes working for the dark lord, but he didn't know what he should do. He already pictured himself as a fine boy, he didn't annoy people or be mean, not like there ever was many children around to annoy. He didn't know what to make of this.
His thoughts were cut off by the sliding door finally opening. Scorpius jumped, but looked forward to see who had opened it. A taller, older boy, but only by a year or so, with messy black hair had been standing in the doorway. Scorpius noticed a redheaded girl and another messy haired boy standing behind him. As soon as the older boy got a look at Scorpius his nose crinkled up and he yelled, "Oiy! You're Malfoy's kid, aren't you?"
"I have a name," Scorpius replied most coldly not liking how much hatred was put in to his father's name, "It's-"
But the door had already slammed shut and he could hear the boy screaming, "We're not sitting by him. Come on, you can just sit on someone's lap! Make room!"
"-Scorpius," Scorpius whispered, finishing his last sentence, repeating it once more he said with more anger, "My name is Scorpius!" Yet, he was alone again, but now he didn't mind. He would be friendly to anyone, but not if they were unkind to him at first. No one else entered his compartment for the rest of the ride, not even the trolly woman who offered snacks to all the children. He suspected she thought no one was in there, but he was disappointed, he could really go for a chocolate frog right about now. He already had determined he would have to put up a guard, that boy who detested his father wasn't the only one, There'd be loads.