Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
J.K Rowling owns the playground, I'm just borrowing the swing-set.
Tradition
"Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."
'Scropius', Draco Malfoy called out to his son. Scorpius resembled Draco immensely, except for Scorpius' eyes filled with happiness - though, grey.
'What is it now dad?', clearly looking frustrated and anxious to get on the Hogwart's Express.
'Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, don't you give your father that attitude now.' He said sternly; watching his son's expression soften. 'Now, I know the Weasleys and Potters never got along with the Malfoys in the past, but let's not make it a tradition, okay? I...' He paused searching for words. 'It doesn't have to be the same as before.' Draco finished, looking slightly embarrassed. He stared at his son, to see his response. His son looking slightly confused, then nodded.
'Dad, I plan to make friends on my first day - not enemies! Now can I please get on the train?' Scropius pleaded, emphasizing every last word. His father stared at him with warm eyes and nodded. With a gasp of excitement, Scorpius Malfoy leapt onto the train searching for a compartment.
When he saw his son's face sticking out of the window, shouting goodbye, he raised his arm and waved to his proud son.
The train suddenly came to life, pumping clouds of dark smoke into the air. Once the scarlet red beast slowly began to move, nervous butterflies began to swarm through Draco's stomach. As he saw the train disappearing around the corner, he felt his wife's arms wrapping around his stomach.
'He'll be fine, hon.' Astoria whispered. With her gentle voice, he dropped his arm and wrapped it around her waist.
'I just don't wan- '
'- it won't be the same for him. He'll be fine - I promise.' The softness in her voice caused the butterflies attacking Draco's stomach to vanish.
* * *
Hermione: "Aren't you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?"
Ron: "What's the point? You know it all by heart, we can just ask you."
'Is it okay if I sit here?'
Startled, Scorpius looks up to see who asked. A girl shorter than him with gorgeous red, long, curly hair, had her face buried in Hogwarts: A History. It was clearly a very old, and tattered up copy of it.
'Oh, no. I don't mind.' He replied. Without answering, she sat down across from him. She placed the book down for a moment revealing her face. She had many light freckles across her nose and the freckles continued stretching out on her cheeks, slowly fading. Looking up, she caught the boy's eyes on her and began to blush. 'Thank you for letting me sit here. My cousins and my brother are all so loud. I couldn't read a single sentence with that lot constantly shouting', she complained with a small smile. 'Oh! How rude of me, my name is Rose Weasley. You must be Scorpius Malfoy, right?'
'Nice to meet you, Rose. But how did you know who I was?', he asked confused.
'Oh...' biting her lip, looking embarrassed, 'my dad pointed you out earlier. Your parents and mine went to school together.' She finished.
He then remembered what his father had said to him before he got on the train. Not wanting to bring up their parents' he asked, 'Oh, okay. Well, this is your first year right?' she responded with a nod, 'what house do you want to be in?'
'Well, I hope to be in Gryffindor... Every Weasley has been in there so far. I don't know what they would say if I wasn't! Even my mother. But, she did tell me she was almost put in the Ravenclaw... What about you?'
'Gryffindor?' he said with a smirk, 'I want to be in Slytherin! I come from a long line of Slytherins.' He explained with his head held high.
'Blimey! And I thought you seemed pretty decent' she teased, with a smirk.
Scorpius grinned.
'Yeah well, maybe you'll break your family tradition and end up in Slytherin with me!'
'I highly dou-
'- oh look. The other students are starting to put on their school robes. We should to I suppose'
* * *
"'Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!'
'Is he — a bit mad?'
'Mad? He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?'"
The great hall was enormous, with four tree length tables. Hundreds of candles floating above everyone, dimly lighting the room. A large gorgeous phoenix danced in the air with a hat grasped in it's claws. Sweeping down, the phoenix gently placed the hat down onto a stool. The headmistress, Professor MacGonagall, had then declared for the sorting ceremony to begin. Then, the once lifeless hat, had suddenly erected and began to break into song:
'A thousand or more years ago,
When this school was just created,
I had just been newly sewn,
for a purpose that has yet not faded,
The four great holders,
had just one quest,
To teach the young witches and wizards,
and for me to have them take one test,
Place me upon your head,
there is nothing you can hide!
I'm not one you can lie to,
For I can see inside,
May you belong in Gryffindor,
All with bravery at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You may be destined for Ravenclaw,
If only you are witty and clever,
At knowledge they are ready to gnaw,
Their bold minds determine their endeavour,
For Hufflepuff, their loyalty is fine,
Those patient are so true,
You will surely belong in Hufflepuff,
Where friendship is anew.
If your blood is pure,
Slytherin will be your pick,
Most worthy of admission,
Those cunning folks use any means,
To achieve to their succession,
Now put me on! Go ahead!
There is a house for you to be in,
Don't be afraid!
Let the sorting ceremony begin!'
The entire Great Hall burst into applause as the Sorting Hat had finished. Neville Longbottom had then stepped forward with a large rolled up parchment with every first years' name on it. Once he began to unravel the parchment, silence fell upon the students.
'When I announce your name, you will walk forward to the stool, place the Sorting Hat on top of your head and sit down. Once your house is called, you will sit at the appropriate table.' Professor Longbottom explained.
'Eric Abercrombie' His voice echoed through the halls. The small, lanky boy nervously rushed up to the stool and placed the hat upon his head.
'Hufflepuff!'
Eric immediately walked over to the table of students cheering and applauding at their new arrival.
'Darren Aldermaston'
'Ravenclaw!'
The Ravenclaw house were even louder, trying to outdo the Hufflepuffs. The sorting continued. The line-up of student became smaller and the once spacious tables, became more crowded. The list of names had finally reached the M's and he was becoming more anxious to be placed in a house.
'Kathleen MacDougal'
'Ravenclaw!'
'Helen Macavoy'
'Hufflepuff!'
'Aaron Macmillan'
'Gryffindor!'
'Scorpius Malfoy'
He rushed over quickly at the sound of his name. Placing the hat upon his head, his stomach turned in to knots.
'Ah... You would do well in Gryffindor. Though you wish to be in Sly-' The Sorting Hats voice echoed inside Scorpius's mind.
'-What?! Gryffindor? That must be a mistake! I can't.. I, no-' he thought nervously.
'-You have more bravery than among most...Oh, so you do wish to be in Gryffindor.'
'No I don't! I... just', trailing off at the loss of words.
'Then it's agreed.'
'I'm no-'
'Gryffindor!'
Hearing the cheers of the Gryffindor, he placed the sorting hat back on the stool and nervously walked forward. Unsure of what to think, he sat down at the nearest available spot. Slouching down on the bench, he felt eyes boring into his back. Turning around he saw familiar Slytherin faces staring at him with mocking smirks.
I'll try and get another chapter up soon! I tend to make chapters long, aha.
Please tell me what you thought about the song I made for the Sorting Hat.. Took me awhile!
I would very much appreciate feedback from you guys! This is my first chapter of my first story... I'm too self-conscious about my writing to ask my friends, aha...
Tell me what you guys think!
Thank you so much for reading.
Read, review, re-read.
