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A/N: This is my first fic, so go easy on me in the reviews! I am planning on doing a chapter for each year, if I can figure out how to do that. Hope you enjoy and remember to always R&R! Thx! xoxoAngo
Lovebirds
First year:
"Are you excited, Scorpius?" Astoria Malfoy asked her son as they explored the shops of Diagon Alley. To say she was proud of her son was an understatement. He had grown into an adorable and well-mannered 11 year old boy, with the famous Malfoy platinum blond hair and sharp features.
With just three days left until September 1st, their small family had gone out to get all the supplies listed on his Hogwarts letter, which Mrs. Malfoy was planning on framing.
"…I guess," came Scorpius's reply in a timid whisper.
"Something the matter?" Draco turned to his only son.
"Just a little nervous, is all," He swallowed hard.
"Don't worry about anything, Darling. Hogwarts is really quite fun. Once you're sorted into a house, you'll make lots of friends and you will learn so much. And if you every want your mum, you know you can always owl me." Astoria reassured him.
Just remember to breathe. The barrier won't randomly close when you start running at it. It doesn't do that, or at least it isn't supposed to. NO, NO, NO! Stay calm Scorp! Just take one step at a time. Just run and close your eyes when you get close.
"Are you ready, Sweetheart?" Mrs. Malfoy questioned him.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready." He half-whispered.
"Meet you on the other side then!"
"Wait, WHAT? You're not coming through with me! Mum, you have to." He panicked.
"Shhhh! don't make a scene, I'll come through with you, alright?" Astoria said as she kneeled down in front of her son, rubbing his shoulder encouragingly. Getting back up she said, "Here, take my hand. Ok…1, 2, 3, RUN!"
Well that wasn't too bad! Scorpius pealed his smoky grey eyes open.
Wow! The Hogwarts express! With a large smile playing on his boyish face, he turned around to find his father coming through the barrier to platform 9 and ¾ with the grace of an old pro.
As they worked their way through the crowds, a thought came to his mind. What house am I going to be in? What if I'm not in Slytherin? All Malfoy's have been in Slytherin! I don't want to be a disappointment to the family!
"Scorpius?" hearing his name brought him from his thoughts.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"There is something important you need to know," Draco replied, squatting to be at his son's height, "You've heard of the Wizarding War?" Scorpius nodded his head, even though it wasn't much of a question. "Well, your Granddad made some bad choices …and so did I. We chose the wrong side and that's why he's locked up in Azkaban. There is a lot of prejudice against the Malfoy name, and people might be mean to you, but I know that you can take the high road, as the muggles say, and ignore it. You are a smart boy and the only thing your mother and I expect from you is that you try your hardest at everything you do and you remember your manners always, alright?"
"So you don't care what house I'm put in, right?"
"Oh! Of course not, Darling! Be your own person, and show everyone you meet, that you are not your Granddad, and that you aren't going to make the same mistakes your Dad did when he was your age. Don't live in the past, alright Darling? We really are very proud of you." Astoria put in.
"Now go get on the train!" his father commanded jokingly.
Scorpius turned to his mother to give her a hug and to let her fix his appearance once again. As she brushed out his fringe with her fingers, Scorpius saw his dad give a small nod to some he didn't recognise, but he didn't give it much thought.
After telling his parents he loved them and receiving a hug from both, with his father whispering in his ear to remember to write a least once a week, so his mother didn't go into a state of mental unstableness and getting a wet kiss on his cheek from said mother, (which he wiped at almost immediately) Scorpius Malfoy boarded the Hogwarts express for the first time.
Scorpius's nerves flared up again when he entered the Great Hall. He felt like hundreds of eyes were on him, (and him alone) among all the new comers. When everyone had flowed into the grand room, the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, placed a dirty, brown wizard's hat on a tippy looking stool. Under the magnificent ceiling, that portrayed the cloudy night sky, the hat began to sing.
