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King's Cross was busy, as usual. Draco and Astoria Malfoy hurried their son through the train station, making sure they didn't talk to any Muggles. Eleven-year-old Scorpius whipped his head around to look at all the new sights; he had never been this immersed in the Muggle world before.
"Father, what are those black rectangular items the Muggles are holding?" Scorpius turned and looked up at his father with curious eyes.
"I think those are celly phones. Muggles use them to talk to each other without seeing the other person," Draco brusquely replied. He was preoccupied. He knew he would see them. The Potter-Weasley clan had been the bane of his existence since his first year at Hogwarts.
But, he rather begrudgingly reminded himself, we're on the same side now.
Astoria squeezed his hand and brought him back to the present. They had arrived at Platform 9 and ¾, and Scorpius needed to get on the train. Draco sighed.
Young Scorpius looked up to his parents, an expectant look on his face. He had waited for this moment his entire life, and his father knew that. Why was he being so distant? It was times like these Scorpius wished his relationship with his father was a little better.
"Right," Draco said curtly. "You've got to run between platforms nine and ten, like this," and Draco picked up a brisk walk, heading between the two platforms. He disappeared into the platform.
Scorpius looked at his mother. Noticing that she wasn't paying attention, Scorpius allowed his gaze to wander to the Muggles bustling around them, unaware that they were blind to what was going on around them. He looked at the ancient watch on his mother's wrist. "Mother," he said, "it's 10:45. Shouldn't we get on the platform?" Distractedly, she took his hand and led him through the wall.
The sight that awaited him on the other side of the barrier was a sight to behold. The train, steaming in all its glory, was larger than Scorpius' little mind had ever let him imagine. Draco had already struck up conversation with his old friend from school, Mr. Goyle. "Ah," Draco exclaimed. "Scorpius, you remember Mr. Goyle. His daughter is a fifth year in Slytherin. A prefect, right, Goyle?"
Goyle grunted in response. Draco rolled his eyes, obviously embarrassed at his old friend's inability to hold conversation.
"Well, Victoria knows you're coming, and she'll take good care of you," said Mr. Goyle's wife. Goyle grunted again.
The Malfoys led their son over to the sidelines of the platform. Astoria, now finally paying attention to her son, began to fuss with his clothing. "Astoria," Draco chided, "the boy's clothes are fine. He'll make the right sort of friends. Remember, Victoria Goyle will take care of you." Draco looked over his glasses at Scorpius, who was again looking all around the platform.
"Scorpius!" Astoria reproached her son. "Pay attention when your father is talking to you! I know we've taught you better than that."
"Sorry, Mother," Scorpius mumbled.
Astoria haughtily replied, "Don't apologize to me, apologize to your father."
In an even quieter voice, Scorpius muttered, "Sorry, Father."
But Draco wasn't listening. He was focused on the families that had just entered his line of vision. Harry and Ginny Potter are playing the perfect concerned parents, Draco bitterly thought. Not far behind them were the blood traitors. Draco rolled his eyes in disgust. Harry quickly found his gaze, and they shared a curt nod.
Scorpius' voice broke Draco out of his reverie. "Father, who is that?"
Not wanting to go into the whole story of Potter and his stupid friends, Draco shortly replied, "Blood traitors."
Scorpius looked at his father quizzically. "They don't seem too bad. And that redheaded girl hugging the mom with the brown hair looks nice!"
Draco's voice suddenly became serious. "Her mother is a Muggle-born. Remember what I've taught you. There are people who are of higher status, and people who are of lower status. Remember who you are."
Suddenly, the train whistled. Scorpius hugged his mother (even though he knew it made him look weak), shook hands with his father, and boarded the train toward Hogwarts.
Toward the future.
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