Scopius Lucius Malfoy
I started to complain "Dad do we really have to go to ministry seriously? I mean we don't even live anywhere near England so-" Dad cut me off "Yes Scorpius we do have to go to England because that is where you were born therefore you're a citizen of England because your mother and I have never applied for a citizenship in Italy. We may speak the language that doesn't mean we are citizens now go and get dressed appropriately our mother your mother had to go early so we, as in your grandfather and I, are going to the Ministry we have to comply with this law I'm sorry. Think about it this way I would have gotten married through this law except for the fact that my would be wife ran away to marry some artist somewhere in India!"
"Okay, Dad I'm going up stairs now." An uh-hu was all that I got for an answer. So up to my bedroom I went.
—Time jump—
When we got there we were immediately greeted by my sister Bellatrix Narcissa Malfoy, but we just called her Bella (which means beautiful in Italian). Bella lived in England because she was looking for a job. In the wizarding world of course, however that doesn't mean that she didn't work as a muggle and what with our mother and her upbringing Bella had a vast understanding of the muggle world. I personally didn't really listen to my mother when she told us about her parents and childhood; I preferred the magical side of the coin. But Bella? Oh no! She loved the muggle world with all her heart. My first glimpse of my older sister was a head of silky (Dad) dark chocolate (Grandmama) curls (Mum) that is to say before she tackled me in a hug "Scorpius! Oh my gosh! You're here! I'm so happy that you're actually here. I missed you so much. Why haven't you owled me or at least fire called or anything? Oh that reminds me. Grandmama! Grandfather! They're here!" She called up the staircase. We turned around as we heard the floo activating again as our father stepped through. "Dad! How are you? You haven't called in a while and I've missed you all so much! Is Mum coming through as well? Oh Grandmama, there you are. I can go and get some coffee and tea if you want, oh and biscuits, of course." She asked
"Hey Bella, I'm good but I could be better. I apologise for not calling sooner and we've all missed you to. No you mother had to go out early so she won't be here until later. Tea and coffee sounds glorious a coffee for me if possible oh yeah and couple of ginger snaps sound doesn't hurt the offer. Hello Mother, Father." Dad replied casually on the most part but was cautious when addressing he's father. We all knew why. As would any other who had see our Lucius Malfoy fighting with his daughter in law. To make a long story short it was dangerous to be in the same room as them when they faught.
"Draco! How are you dearest and my goodness Scorpius! Look how much you've grown and Bella a cup of tea for me and a coffee for Lucius please." Grandmama said as she glided into the room barely making a noise.
"Forget tea and coffee we have to go. Now." Grandfather stated.
"Father the meeting is not until- dear Merlin! We need to go! Now!" Dad shouted.
"Well then let's go. We can take the floo. Okay?" I said calmly.
"Okay let's just go!" Grandfather said sternly already halfway across the room.
—Time jump—
We were rushing along the fifth floor corridor to the magical bindings offices. When we go then we were rushed into a office that looked rather like a living room. There were five people in the room, not counting us of course, two male red heads, a very pretty strawberry blond, a rather tall woman with waist-length mouse brown hair and my mother. "Draco! There you are. You were almost late." Mum said as we sat down beside her.
Dad leaned over and gave her a kiss (causing me to almost vomit) and replied "Trust me 'Mione I know."
"Wait a minute! Hermione you married the ferret!? You, Hermione 'I hate Malfoy' Granger married Draco 'I hope Granger dies' Malfoy and had a little snooty ferret of a son who was probably raised to be a death eater and my angel daughter is supposed to marry him!" One of the red heads shouted.
"Okay, Ronald. Listen to me! Yes, I got married to Draco. No I am not Hermione Granger I am now Hermione Malfoy. Yes I had a son and a daughter to. No my son is not a ferret or snooty neither is my daughter for that matter. So just deal with it. Okay? Just deal with it. I would have thought that after twenty years you would've put aside old school grudges. Apparently not!" Mum shouted.
"My father is not a death eater okay. If you don't understand I could always tell you in a different language. Italian: Mio padre non è un mangiatore di morte. Albanian: Babai im nuk është një hamës vdekje. Dutch: Mijn vader is niet een dooddoener. Hawaiian: Koʻu makua kāne mea,ʻaʻole he make eʻai ana. Croatian: Moj otac nije smrtonoša. Filipino: Ang aking ama ay hindi isang Death Eater. Chinese: Wô de fùqīn..." I trailed off as I caught my mother's eye.
The woman with waist length hair decided that this was the best time to interrupt clearly thinking that Mum was done. "Good morning, my name is Daphne Aviena. Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley I will be your binding minister. I must tell you that after two months you will have to be married and a further two years after that you must have at least one child."