ScorpiousStoryline
Based off a picture I saw...
Chapter based off TPoA
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He was staring out the window onto the platform. It was unnerving, seeing all this...Happiness in one place. But, it is to be expected. None of them really KNEW the thrilling terror of facing the dark arts. Idiots. Shifting slightly so he was in bare view of the glass door, he twirled his wand around his fingers expertly. Just like one would see in a old western movie. He smirked darkly as a few first years saw him and rushed past to find a new compartment.
Of course, scaring a couple of kids was fun too. Glancing at the window he groaned and sank into his seat. On the platform was HIM and HIS friends. HE was laughing with HIS wife and Friends. Giving over-exaggerated waves at HIS 13 year old son to get on the train. He blinked.
The resemblances between the two were uncanny. Down to the last edgy cheekbone to the way they walked, you could tell these two were father and son. And he had every reason to believe that the boy had the same hero-complex as his father. Along with the same uncanny ability in Defence against the Dark Arts.
Was it a Potter thing ? He didn't know. But he defiantly did not feel like bumping into the famous 'Trio' at the moment. Once the train left the platform he would be fine. Sinking back into the cloth-covered seats, he let himself wander into his mind palace for the moment. Reveling in the suspended quiet it gave him for the moment.
It was the sliding of the compartment door that, If only a little, drew his subconscious from his mind palace. Well then, he has visitors. Obviously not worth his time. Just as he was about to sink back into his stationary period, the CHILDREN had to begin talking.
"Who d'you reckon he is?"
A boy, obviously from pure blood family, judging by the way he talks. Used to rebellion though, so trying hard to stop with the breeding he was born with.
"Professor W.S. Holmes."
Female, little bit older than the boy. Half blood. Bossy, used to getting her way through any means. So quite a few siblings or cousins...Studious. Voice cracked from long periods of silence in between fast talking.
"You know everything. How is it she knows everything?"
Another boy, Pure Blood, but not as educated as the first. Voice sounds familiar, but he cant place where he's heard it before.. Never mind, not relevant. He probably heard it and deleted it when he was in Diagon Ally or something.
"It's on his case Albus."
He hears the girls clothes rustle as she points to his shining case where he knows "Professor W.S. Holmes." will be stamped in gleaming letters. And why, in Cerces name, did Albus sound familiar?
"Oh."
Honestly, if he weren't preoccupied he would have snorted at the boys stupidity.
"Is he asleep?"
Of course not! Foolish child! anyone could see his was in a stationary position at the moment!
"Seems to be. Why? What is it, Al?"
"'Cause I need to tell you something."
Oh Please. They weren't going to talk about SECRETS in here were they? Pathetic, they weren't even warding the room! This conversation has gotten-
"I found it."
Found what, exactly?
"You Found It?! Al, the twins have been looking for that thing for years now and they haven't got a clue!"
"Yeah! And when exactly did you find it? And where?"
The boy, now classed as AL, paused and he could feel the glance sent his way before he lowered his voice and said;
"It was in the sealed room in the attic. I asked George and he said to swear very solemnly about the no good I was doing. Then he walked away, he didn't make any sense at all."
He gave an almost snort, and the kids paused, but passed it off as a snuffle. But they became more cautious and the girl put up a sound barrier that wasn't in the curriculum until 7'th year.
He was impressed. But barely. Retreating into his mind palace even further to contemplate his young accomplices.
When the train pulled to a stop his eyes flew open and he straightened up, rising abruptly and startling his young companions. Without a glance at them he pulled his trunk down from the storage compartment and swept out of the train. Only catching a glimpse of the palest blond and brightest red hair he had ever seen.
Without a word, he climbed into a carriage and nodded at the Thestrals, who set off at a brisk trot towards the castle. Rolling his shoulders and cricking his neck, he changed out of his travel robes and into a tailored tunic with black suit pants underneath, colored a deep purple and trimmed with silver. Setting off his skin and eyes nicely.
Then over top he threw his muggle travelling coat and Deep blue scarf. His coat was a long black thing that billowed out behind him when he walked, and set his cheekbones off when he flipped the collar up. Creating a mysterious, and imposing air about him that he rather liked to flaunt.
When the carriage came to a rest at the great doors of the school, he took a breath and stepped out of the carriage, pulling his trunk with him he puffed up his chest and walked to through the doors and down to the Great hall. His trunk was collected by a beaming house elf who apparated away when she saw he needed nothing else.
Then squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the doors to the hall and stepped in.
Done!
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